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Note from the author:
After reading through all of the comments on part 1 I couldn't resist
sitting down and continuing this story! Thank you very much for the kind
words and helpful suggestions everyone! This part is hopefully improved
over the last, but with the same theme that everyone seemed to enjoy. I
hope you like it! Feel free to comment and make suggestions and I will
happily take them into account for part 3 :)
Master part 2
Would work never end? Time seemed to slow down at work these days. It
might be because he had been demoted from the sales associate position
he had, to stocking shelves on the night shift... The assistant manager
had gone on about how Tim was behaving inappropriately. He didn't say in
what way, but Tim knew it was because he was becoming more and more
feminine with each passing week. His hair was past his ears now and was
always dyed golden blonde rather than his natural boring dark brown. His
mannerisms and voice had been slowly becoming more feminine too, not
that Tim was consciously aware of it. The main reason for being moved
from the customer's view was probably when the assistant manager had
noticed the clear lumps in his shirt that were caused by Tim's latest
gift to himself, a white padded bra with pink lace edging and a pretty
pink bow in the center! Tim had a feeling it was noticeable when he
first put it on underneath his work shirt, but he couldn't help but wear
it his new lingerie.
Ever since then Tim had to spend all night stocking shelves without
anyone to talk to. There were some custodians around the store and a
handfull of other shelf stockers but none of them seemed to be willing
to give Tim the time of day. It was sooo boring! He would just spend the
hours thinking about what he would wear when he got home and could slip
into something more comfortable. Lately any masculine clothing seemed to
be ugly in his eyes, at least on him. He liked to fantasize about
wearing all his pretty dresses and skirts and blouses everywhere he
went... free to be a pretty sissy in all his glory, but part of him felt
fear at the thought of anyone seeing him dressed up! It was a little
confusing, but thankfully he had Master to tell him what to do.
Finally after another long shift, it was 5am and quitting time! Tim
grabbed his unisex shoulder bag and headed out the door. It was still an
hour before the sun came up so the ally behind the store was dark. As he
started walking down the ally towards the street he heard his cell phone
indicating a new text message. He used to get the odd message from work
acquaintances he was friendly with, or old friends from school, but
these days the only person who ever contacted him was Master... and that
was more than enough for Tim! Master had recently mentioned wanting more
control over his sweet little sissy and asked for Tim's cell number. Tim
was apprehensive as he opened the message and started reading. It said,
"Sissy I want you to start your training early today. You have 5 minutes
to send me proof that you are a worthy sissy."
5 minutes! Tim started to panic! He was in an ally behind the store and
the back door he just came out didn't have a handle on this side! There
wasn't a private place nearby and time was quickly running out! He
thought for a second... only 5 minutes... he would either have to take a
chance and do it right here or he'd be late and disappoint Master. The
mere notion of disappointing Master made him feel a little queasy and
quite panicky. He could not disappoint Master... he was a good sissy!
Taking another quick look around for any witnesses he saw nobody around,
and he then started to undo his pants. He lowered the zipper and quickly
dropped his pants down to his ankles, and then hooked his thumbs inside
the waistband of his purple cotton bikini-styled panties with little
white hearts all over... and lowered them down to around his knees. He was
now completely exposed. Time was still running out so Tim reached down
into his bag and pulled out his medium sized butt plug. He had just
recently moved up from using the small butt plug but was having a
difficult time with this new medium sized one. Tim steadily inserted it
into his sissy hole, feeling quite uncomfortable at first due to the
lack of lube available. He felt very full and then feminine once it was
in place. There was just one more thing to do. Tim grabbed his cell
phone and activated the camera function. Thankfully the camera on his
cell phone had a small flash on it... he aimed the camera at his filled
sissy hole and pressed the button. There was a brief flash that fully
illuminated Tim in all his exposed glory and then he had it, the proof
of his obedience. Tim pulled up his panties and then his pants and once
everything was in place he quickly typed a reply message to Master.
"here is proof of my obedience Master :)" Tim attached the pic to the
message and hit 'reply'. He then gathered his bag and continued his
journey home with a satisfied smile on his face and a filling sensation
in his sissy hole. As Tim exited the ally and turned to walk along the
street that would lead him home he heard a voice from behind him...
"HEY YOU LITTLE SISSY FAGGOT! WHY DON'T YOU COME OVER HERE AND I'LL GIVE
YOU SOMETHING THAT WILL *REALLY* FILL THAT SWEET ASS OF YERS!!!"
Startled, Tim turned his head to see a filthy, aging homeless man
standing next to the entrance of the ally, leaning against the building.
He had his fly open and his equally filthy dick in his hand. He must
have seen the whole thing! The homeless man continued his jeers and
raunchy suggestions as Tim quickly turned and started to run, partly
from embarrassment but mostly from fear!
Once he reached his apartment building he stopped just inside the
security door to catch his breath. Someone had seen him and his secret!
Someone other than Master! That had never happened before... Tim's worst
fear had always been that someone would discover his perverted tendency
to crossdress, and now someone had! It wasn't someone he knew
thankfully, but at the same time it occured to him that it was some
random homeless man who certainly could have done more than just make
rude comments and gestures! The thought that Tim could have been raped
in that dark ally just moments ago struck fear into his heart, but there
was something else... Tim couldn't help it. He felt almost as if part of
him wanted something to happen back there. To be raped, to be taken by
force without consent... the ultimate submission. Thoughts of Master
flashed through his mind the entire way up the elevator and into his
apartment. Once in the safety of his home he set down his bag and went
and changed out of his drab boy clothes. Moments later he emerged from
his bedroom in a white camisole with lace edging and a tight pair of
purple shorts. Underneath his purple panties and medium-sized buttplug
remained. Tim felt much, much more comfortable now. As he passed his bag
on the way to the kitchen he heard the sound of a text message again.
'That must be a reply from Master!' Tim thought. Checking his phone he
found a simple message that alone had the power to make Tim forget
tonight's close call and lift his spirits for the rest of the week.
It read, "You are doing very well my sweet little sissy. Keep an eye on
your mail, there's another care package on the way for you. See you next
session, and don't forget to take your medicine."
Tim was smiling from ear to ear as he made and ate a light breakfast
while the sun slowly rose, giving him a beautiful view of the sunrise
from his living room window that seemed to mirror his mood. He finished
his meal by swallowing the pill that contributed to his ever increasing
femininity.
The following weekend...
It was Saturday afternoon. Tim was hard at work in the bathroom. He
spent well over two hours making sure his entire body was hair-free and
his blonde hair was styled just so. Afterwards he happily spent an hour
trying on different outfits, just admiring himself in the mirror. He
wanted tonight's online session with Master to be perfect. He had
received the gift package in the mail yesterday but in the accompanying
letter he was ordered not to open it until told to do so.
Finally he was ready. His medium length blonde hair subtly styled in a
feminine wave, his special pink collar with "sissy" on it proudly
fastened around his neck. He was dressed in a sheer white babydoll t-
shirt with a bright pink lace bra underneath, easily visible to any
onlookers. The matching pink lace thong was not-so-subtly sticking up
above the waistline of a black miniskirt that he loved, and of course
the medium butt plug was inserted inside his sissy hole like a good
obedient sissy. Now he sat patiently in front of his computer waiting
for word from Master.
It took twenty minutes but Tim didn't mind, it was always worth the
wait. The ding from the computer announcing an incoming message from
Master signaled the beginning of the night's session. The conversation
window opened and Tim typed, "hello Master, sissy is ready" and
activated his webcam so Master could see his sexy outfit. Master didn't
have a webcam, but he did have a mic so his commanding voice played
through Tim's speakers.
"That's good, sissy. You're looking quite exquisite this evening. Your
Master approves. Tell me, how is your training coming along?"
Tim typed his response, "its going well Master. I have managed to move
up to the medium sized plug and I wear it at least 8 hours everyday."
Tim hit enter.
"Show me." Master replied. Tim smiled and immediately got out of his
chair, turned around and lifted his skirt up around his waist. He bent
over and leaned on the arm rest of his chair with one hand and reached
around to pull aside his thong with the other. The base of the buttplug
was obvious. Being seen like this in any other situation would be
absolutely mortifying! But this was Master, Tim did not feel embarrassed
or held back by inhibitions in his presence, even virtual presence.
After all, Tim was a sissy slave and so his body was more Masters than
his own, right? A small voice deep inside Tim's brain wasn't so sure,
but it was easily ignored by the eager sissy personality that was loving
every minute it got to spend in service to Master!
"That's a good sissy. Keep working on it and you will do well. Now, do
you have the package I sent?"
"Yes, it's here beside me," Tim typed in response, sitting back down
after smoothing out his skirt.
"Good, good. But just leave it for now. We will get to it after your
hypnosis for the evening. It's time for you to lean back, sissy. Get
comfortable and close your eyes. You're feeling very relaxed now and at
peace. Empty your mind of all thoughts and listen to the sound of my
voice. You're breathing deeply now, in and out, in and out in a steady
rhythm. I'm going to count down now from ten and when I reach zero you
will be completely at ease, completely under my control."
Tim sat back in the computer chair, eyed closed and ears listening
intently on every word.
"Ten... eyes closed and breathing deeply
Nine... feeling at ease
Eight... going down further
Seven... under my control
Six... listening obediently
Five... down and down
Four... your mind is empty
Three... more and more relaxed
Two... you are my slave and obey only me
One... you feel completely obedient
Zero... you are now in trance and are ready to receive instructions."
Half an hour later...
"...and Ten, you are fully awake now. Sissy, how do you feel?" Masters
voice floated through Tim's mind.
Tim slowly opened his eyes and reached to the keyboard and typed, "I
feel very relaxed and happy, Master." He hit enter.
"Sissy, what is your name? Tell me your name," Master commanded.
Tim, somewhat confused at the simple command, typed "My name is Timmy,
Master."
"Timmy, are you sure your name is not Tim?"
"Oh, of course not. Tim is a name for a man, not a little sissy like me.
My name is Timmy," replied Timmy without a second thought. "Isn't that
right, Master?" he added.
"Yes, you are correct sissy Timmy, very good. Now it's time for you to
open your gift. Open the package that I sent you."
Timmy excited reached to the package on the desk. He had been waiting
for this! What could be inside? He used some scissors to cut the packing
tape and opened the box. Moving aside the crumpled newspaper he pulled
out the top item. It was a plain black wooden box with a hinged lid.
Opening it he found a small mirror on the inside of the lid and a basic
assortment of makeup inside. Timmy was smiling from ear to ear now. He
couldn't believe he never thought of this before! "It's a box of makeup,
Master! Thank you! I love it!!" Timmy excitedly typed.
Master chuckled through the mic. "Heh, I had a feeling you would like
it. You'll have to practice with it everyday to get good at making your
face look feminine and pretty. For now why don't you put on some
lipstick?"
Tim picked up a tube and opened it, twisting the tube to bring out the
bright pink lipstick. He was so excited his hand was almost shaking as
he carefully applied it to his lips while looking into the small mirror
inside the box. It was a little messy but after moving the lipstick over
his lips many times Timmy's reflection now had beautiful hot pink lips
that could tempt anyone to kiss them. Timmy looked back to the webcam
and playfully blew the camera a kiss.
"Not bad, sissy. You look lovely of course. I'm especially looking
forward to seeing your pretty pink lips in action. Take out the other
item in the box and you'll see what I mean."
The casual compliment from Master was enough to cause a very feminine
giggle to slip from Timmy's pink lips. Still smiling he reached into the
box again and felt for the next item. He pulled out a plastic package
and quickly saw that inside of it was a beautiful 6" flesh toned
realistic-looking dong, complete with authentic looking balls and veins
all along the shaft. Timmy again used the scissors to open it and then
showed it to the camera, smiling of course. He could hardly contain his
excitement now.
"Sissy, this is a special gift. This is something to help close the
divide between us. I want you to consider this gift to be a part of me...
a part of your Master. You are to treat it with utter respect and love.
Worship it and aspire to please it. Do you understand?"
"I do, Master. I will love it the same as I love you," Timmy replied. He
instantly felt all the feelings that Master had described. Timmy love
and respected this beautiful representation of his Master. He yearned to
please it and felt completely under its control.
"I have two instructions for you, sissy. The first is that once a day
when you are dressed in your most feminine with your face properly made
up you will spend no less than twenty minutes practicing to use your
mouth and hands to please this extension of me. I expect you to become
an expert in a short amount of time. Do you understand sissy?"
Timmy instantly took everything Master had said to heart. "I understand
and will obey you perfectly Master."
"Second, I have a simple set of instruction for you for right now. There
are two parts to it. The first is simply to give me your prettiest smile
and look into the camera until I tell you to stop." Timmy didn't
understand why Master wanted this but he of course immediately obeyed.
"Good, good, now for the second part. While facing the camera, insert my
cock into your mouth as far as you can and close your eyes. Hold that
position until I tell you to stop." Timmy again obeyed. The moment his
pink lips wrapped around what in his mind was basically his Master, he
was in heaven. His eyes were closed and a warm pleasurable feeling
washed over him. In far too short a time Master said "Excellent, you
have done well sissy. That is all for tonight's activities, but of
course I will leave you with what you yearn for..."
Timmy eagerly awaited what was coming.
"Clitty."
Timmy had been through this many times before; his body was instantly
overcome with feelings of femininity and sexual energy. The butt plug in
his sissy hole seemed to be vibrating and his sissy cock was tingling
and throbbing, though only semi-erect. Timmy felt his little nipples
getting stiff and super sensitive in his lacy pink bra. His hands were
reaching up his top and under his bra to rub and pinch his nipples. He
also had pulled up his skirt so he could sometimes use his index finger
and thumb to rub his sissy cock, which was starting to leak clear
precum. He was getting his panties and skirt all sticky but he was
beyond caring about that.
"Use this, sissy. And you have my permission to pleasure me while you
do." Master said through the computer. A text message appeared in the
window containing a link. Timmy stopped rubbing his sissy cock long
enough to click on the link and then take a hold of the dong that was
essentially Masters cock in his mind. As he once again wrapped his pink
lips around the delicious phallus, the video that the link leads to
started to play on his computer screen.
This was a special video as Timmy would soon discover. It started as a
porno that featured a stunning and nude shemale with flowing blonde
hair, almost unnatural curves, large augmented breasts and a large cock.
She was everything that Timmy aspired to be. The video showed her slowly
approaching a tall dark and very handsome (and muscled) man and kissing
his chest. She rubbed her hands over his muscles as she slowly lowered
herself to her knees. She tenderly touched the erect cock and prepared
to give him what would obviously be a mind blowing blowjob.
As Timmy watched her start to kiss and suck on the impressive looking
cock he eagerly mimicked every action that the blonde on the screen made
by performing it as best as he could on Masters cock. With one hand
holding Masters cock and the other moving between rubbing his sensitive
nipples and rubbing his sissy cock Timmy watched the video and gave the
first blowjob of his life. As the video played on Timmy saw quick
flashes of another video appear and disappear on the screen, but it went
by too fast to see what it was.
The blonde on the screen was moaning now as she sucked passionately on
the cock and fondled the mans balls. Timmy tried his best to imitate
her, moaning in the same way and feeling the balls of the dong that, in
his mind, belonged to Master. Again a different video flashed across the
screen. It lingered just long enough for Timmy to realize what it was.
The video shifted to the video that Master had recorded of Timmy playing
with himself earlier in their relationship! Across the screen of Timmy
rubbing himself with his mouth in a perfect "O" shape were some words,
words like "sissy" and "pretty" and "slave" and others that only
enforced the subliminal feelings that shaped Timmy's existence these
days. Timmy did notice the video of himself in between scenes of the
beautiful blonde shemale and it only served to turn him on further. He
WAS a sissy! He WAS a slave! And he wanted desperate to be pretty and
feminine!
As the man in the video pulled out of the shemale's mouth and began to
spurt cum all over her willing face the video shifted again to the
recording of Timmy who then shouted "Master!" and began to cum. That was
more than enough to push Timmy over the edge! He began to spurt his
sissy cummies into his pink panties while moaning like a whore and
pinching his nipples which were getting sore from all of the attention.
A few seconds later he was still moaning out of satisfaction and had his
eyes closed. He removed Masters cock from his mouth and took a couple of
slow and deep breaths, basking in the afterglow of his orgasm.
"Very nice my sweet sissy. You have only one thing left to do." Master
said. Timmy of course knew what was expected of him. He set down the
dong and stood up. He wriggled his slim hips a bit as he pulled down his
lacy pink cum-filled panties, and stepped out of them. Looking into the
camera with the most sensual expression he could muster he held them in
front of his face, stuck out his tongue, and licked up every little bit
of cum that he could from the pink lace. He was really starting to love
the taste and found himself wishing that it was Masters cum that he
tasted in his mouth.
"Excellent. Have a pleasant evening my dear. You have earned it," And
with that Master had signed off. Timmy couldn't help feeling remorse
over the abscence of Master but he knew that he would get the chance to
please Master again. For now he had some new makeup to play with and a
valuable skill to practice. He was resolved to become an expert
cocksucker for his Master.
5 Weeks Later
The egg timer on Timmy's desk went off, signaling that today's practice
was over. Another twenty minutes of sucking on the dong that was Masters
cock was over. Timmy was happy with himself. He believed he had learned
a lot and was getting to be pretty good at it. He didn't ever touch
Masters cock with his teeth anymore and he had even become rather
proficient at suppressing his gag reflex. He hoped Master would give him
the chance to show him personally one day as he carefully cleaned the
dong and put it away with care.
Timmy now had the unpleasant task of removing his makeup (which was
coming along quite nicely itself) and his cute flowered summer dress and
preparing for another long night at work. He hated this part, but the
rent needed paying and the fridge needed filling... so he kept stocking
shelves. He wasn't sure he would keep his job for long though. The
assistant manager continued to scrutinize his appearance and he wasn't
sure but he thought the other night shift employees were complaining as
well. Timmy should have seen this coming, but he didn't. Something
inside him blocked that realization and left him simply feeling that he
looked one hundred and fifty percent better! His hair was always a
beautiful shade of blonde, usually brushed in a somewhat feminine style,
his fingernails were painted with clear polish to make them look nicer
but not super obvious, and he had even worn a bit of mascara and a
natural looking shade of lipstick one evening last week.
On top of all of that Timmy's skin was getting to be very smooth and
soft, and the little bit of fat that was on Tim's slim body had been
slowly redepositing to other areas of his body. Not even Timmy noticed
any of this, but he was starting to get a bit of a waist and his hips
and thighs were getting just a little bit plumper! The one thing that
Timmy did notice however was that his nipples had gotten a little darker
and were now quiet puffy and tender. It almost felt as though there were
small lumps underneath his girlish-looking nipples. His shirt would
often rub uncomfortably over his puffy nipples and they were often
visible through his shirts. He started wearing an unpadded bra wherever
he went to avoid the irritation, but they were still somewhat noticeable
under his shirt.
Nobody had said anything directly to him at work, but Timmy noticed a
few of the male custodians staring at him. Part of him worried a lot
about what they were thinking, but another part of him just loved any
and all attention that his ever-growing femininity was receiving.
Later that night at work 15 minutes before quitting time the assistant
manager called Timmy into his office. Timmy followed him inside.
"Close the door if you don't mind," Rob the assistant manager said.
"Tim, I feel that we-"
"-It's Timmy, please," Timmy corrected him. He had been doing that for a
long time now and not many people ever remembered to call him by his
proper name.
"...Timmy. We need to talk. I'm sure you know what this is about. Your
conduct at work has been sub-par for quite some time now. I had hoped
that you would take your job more seriously when I moved you to the
night shift but it seems not, you've only gotten worse! Your hair, your
voice, your... makeup... it's all too much. We can't have it here, Tim!"
Timmy was getting upset now, he tried to put on a stern expression that
showed this but unknown to him he only appeared to be pouting.
"It's Timmy, Rob! And since when is it against any rules to change my
hair color! Or to talk a certain way!" Timmy honestly hadn't noticed
that his voice was a little higher and had a stereotypical gay
inflection to it, but he argued that point anyway. "You have me stocking
shelves on the night shift so what's any of this matter anyways!?" Timmy
tried to sound genuinely angry, but instead sounded like he was a
teenage girl arguing with her father.
"Look, we both know that what you're doing isn't exactly breaking any
company rules, but it's making all the employee's uncomfortable! They
don't want to work anywhere near you and I'm tired of the complaints!
Besides, we both know that I can name pretty much any reason I want to
in order to fire you... nobody would ever come to your defense..."
Timmy's eyes were starting to tear up. "So, you're firing me then?!"
"Well maybe there's something we can do to come to an arrangement...
Timmy. Make it worth my time to put up with the complaints," Rob said,
staring Timmy right in the eyes.
"...What do you mean? You want money? You know I don't make much...."
Timmy looked slightly baffled.
Rob seeing that Timmy didn't understand yet, moved his hand to his pants
and slowly lowered the zipper. He reached inside and pulled out his limp
dick. "Make it worth my time, Timmy, and you won't have to worry about
getting in trouble ever again."
Timmy was frozen with shock! Rob wanted Timmy to suck him off! His mind
went over and over the idea of it as he just stared at Rob's dick. It
was the first real penis other than his own that he had ever saw...
other than in the locker room back in high school... but this was
different! Could he do it? This wasn't a video, this wasn't a fantasy...
and this wasn't Master!!
At this moment there were two sides of Timmy that were battling to
influence his decision: The sissy arousal... the personality that he had
felt all his life but hadonly recently been nurtured and supported by
Masters' hypnosis and control, and then there was the part of him that
was the old Tim who would never actually do such a thing with a man!
That part was schocked and repelled by the prospect of what Timmy was
now seriously considering.
"Think about it, Timmy... you could dress and act however you want,
secure in the knowledge that your job is safe. All you have to do is
blow me every once in a while... starting now. Just take a second and
think about what a great deal that is!" Rob seemed more and more excited
as he watched Timmy stare at his dick, many thoughts obviously going
through his head.
Timmy was close to reaching out and touching it, to kissing and sucking
it... but something held him back. Tim's outrage at being threatened and
blackmailed all over such an injustice! That one thought got louder and
louder until even Timmy got angry and agreed!
"No! Dammit, I didn't do anything wrong! This isn't fair! I'm not going
to let you manipulate and exploit me!! Do you hear me?! I QUIT!!!" Timmy
was pretty much in tears by the end of it from the emotional overload,
but he had stood up for himself and he felt it was the right thing to
do. He opened the door and stormed out as Rob frantically stuffed his
limp dick back into his pants before someone saw him.
Tim grabbed his bag and walked straight home, never looking back. His
integrity was intact... but his job was not. This was definitely
something that worried Timmy, but that would have to wait. Tomorrow
night was another online session with Master, but it wasn't just an
ordinary one. Master had given him special instructions to complete
beforehand. With the uncertainty of being jobless now weighing on his
mind Timmy needed to feel the structure and order (and pleasure) of
obeying Master. He put all of his focus on completing the instructions
and being prepared for whatever may come.
End of part 2. To be continued.
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