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Penny Farthing.
I woke sucking my dildo and dreaming it was one of the bouncers at the
club. My chastity belt was hurting my clit, which was trying to erect. I
lay there wondering what was going on in my mind--was I turning queer? A
couple of weeks ago I was certain I wasn't--my orientation was towards
women, and although I admit I hadn't had much experience, I still fancied
them like crazy. Now, I seem to be getting excited by sucking off boys.
I sat up and realised my tongue was sore rubbing my piercing against the
dildo, I went for a pee, had a drink of water and used some mouthwash. My
bum, feet and nipples were all sore as I crept back into bed.
No time later the alarm went off and I crawled out, did my enema,
showered and waited for instructions on my dress. My black PVC shorts and
waist coat, the red top and the red bra and panties, with black sheer
tights and my red stiletto shoes.
I did my hair as I'd been shown, then my makeup, plastering on the
eyeliner and mascara. Had my breakfast then, after dowsing myself in
perfume; did my lips with bright red lipstick and sealant.
I was just collecting my bag when the door bell rang. It was the postman,
"Hello, sissy, want some protein?" According to Mrs Heller's rules if
they ask, I have to give. I brought him in and he stood there while I
undid his flies and fished about for his willie which was already
hardening. I began to lick it like a lollipop and he practically came in
my hand. I had to rush to get my mouth over it and suck up the jism.
Another of Mrs Heller's rules: Sissies must never let any sperm go to
waste or they will be punished. Life was enough of a challenge with
nipples which protruded as far as my dick did before it was caged.
Of course, the aforementioned protrusions stuck out through the holes in
my bra and rubbed on the inside of the blouse and waistcoat. However, I'd
saved having to clean myself up from postie spunk, which was why I
swallowed his dick so quickly. He thought it was my insatiable appetite
for his secretions--what a dickhead. But it didn't taste too bad.
Once I'd got rid of him, I opened the package he'd brought. I was
fascinated then horrified by the realisation that the rubber and hair
were parts of an artificial vagina and the two bottles of adhesive
suggested it was going to be stuck on for some time.
Mrs Heller instructed me to bring it and one of the adhesives with me to
the office. I packed it in a carrier bag and after checking my makeup,
she told me to increase my eyeliner and mascara again and to gloss my
lips, again. I did and realised I looked like a total tart. I was wearing
more eye makeup than Jordan--geezuz.
I minced my way to work, avoiding eye contact with anyone and receiving
lots of cat calls and jibes as I went, my handbag and carrier held over
my wrist the other hand on my waist and the plug up my arse providing the
stimulus to wiggle my bum.
Once at work, my feet suffering from the four inch heels, I was to make
the coffee for everyone including Dr Robertson who'd brought Ruth in to
work. I had yet more injections, some in my nipples, some in my bum and
an implant thing he shoved in my arm.
My chastity belt was removed and I was made to wank into a milkshake,
which would be for my lunch. Dr Robertson made me wank him into it as
well because I'm such a lucky girl.
Then, I was cleaned up and my pubes or what was left of them were torn
out courtesy of some waxing strips--Ruth volunteered to do that for
me--before the adhesive was painted on the latex and on me. My little clit
was then shoved into a small tube and pulled behind me, my balls being
shoved back into the cavity in my abdomen. Dr Robertson pulled the latex
hard and stuck it to my groin, in less than ten minutes, from waxing to
painting on the adhesive and fitting it, I was suddenly flat in my groin
with a reasonable facsimile of a pudenda there.
"Damn, it looks so good, but we won't be able to milk her for her sissy
shakes, will we?"
"Actually yes, for a while you will. Once the hormones take over, she
won't be able to ejaculate anyway, other than a tiny amount of seminal
fluid--sperm production will cease and depending upon the length of time
she takes the hormones, it may not start again."
"But you've put implants in her--how long will those last?"
"A year, besides the booster injections and the prolactin, the oral
contraceptives and anti-androgens."
"So are we chemically castrating her?"
"Effectively yes. Though I would suggest we do so surgically a little
later."
"We'll have to think about that, what about milking her with her fanny
thing on?" asked Mrs Heller.
"The vagina runs parallel to her clit, so any stimulus there of a
penetrative nature will cause her to ejaculate while she can." He shoved
his finger in and began rubbing up and down my vagina--it was lovely,
except he stopped before I came.
"Or, the good old prostate massage. Play with her plug and she'll
ejaculate down the tube which will carry her urine away. She'll have to
sit to urinate of course."
"She does now, don't you, Robyn?"
"Yeth Mitheth Heller," I curtseyed just in case.
"Right go out and show the girls your new body." Before I could say
anything in protest, I was dragged out to the office absolutely naked
except for my nipple rings. They all crowded round me and poked and
shoved up my new vagina and when Ruth did it, I came and she slapped me
on the bottom several times calling me a 'filthy bitch.'
I was sent to the loo to dress myself and my anal plug was set to random
vibrate as was the vibrator they inserted up my vagina. Trying to deal
with queries on the phone or do my spreadsheets when they were buzzing
individually or together was a nightmare.
Ron arrived and I had to present my bum for him to violate, then lick him
clean afterwards, get him hard again then let him shag my vagina, from
behind so he could pull on my huge nipple rings. The pain was dreadful
but somehow I came again, his sperm mingling with mine as it ran out and
they collected it for my lunch shake.
After a tiring day I had to go home bathe, reinsert my anal plug, add to
my already ridiculous makeup and dress in the same outfit as last night
and mince my way round to Mr Sissons' house.
He had me clean his house, or start to while he watched me doing it. He
made me strip my top off so he could see my nipples swinging with the big
rings in them. Then when he was randy enough, I had to kneel between his
legs and suck him off. The tongue piercing nearly blew his mind and he
came in seconds. However, he made me kneel there sucking on his dick for
another half an hour--giving me a treat as he called it.
When I'd finished, he set me back to cleaning his house--a nightmare in
thigh high boots--having to bend and kneel down all the time, my little
boobies with their huge nipples swinging as I went.
He followed me round watching me, occasionally licking his lips like a
customer in a cake shop. At times I felt quite anxious. For two hours I
vacuumed and dusted and polished while he stood and watched me, drinking
a glass of wine.
"Your reward," he said and told me to give him head again. This time I
really had to work at it and as he stood there, he took photos of me
making me look up and smile at him as he did so.
"I'll expect you at the same time tomorrow, don't be late and wear just
your bra and panties with the boots, understood?"
"Yeth, Mithter Thimmonth," I curtseyed and left trying to get back into
my own flat without anyone seeing me. I washed my dirty clothes and
polished my boots as per my instructions from Mrs Heller. All my footwear
was very glossy patent and I had to rub special cream into it and make
sure it was shining for the next time I wore it. I eventually got to bed
re-inserting the vibrator in my faux vagina as I'd been told and the plug
in my bum. The latter was beginning to feel almost comfortable until it
started buzzing.
I'd stared at myself in the full length mirror for several minutes--with
the latex thing on my crotch, I really did look like a female--albeit a
rather flat-chested shapeless one. I weighed myself, I'd lost several
pounds since this had started and I was sick of only eating salad and
those stupid milkshakes but seeing as they had cameras in every room of
my flat, I couldn't risk trying to eat anything Mrs Heller hadn't
sanctioned--unless you include sperm, I seemed to be getting plenty of
that.
The next morning I felt quite sick for quite a while and thought I was
going down with something. Then remembered I was on hormones, so it could
be those. I took my pills and had a banana and some milky coffee for my
breakfast.
I'd painted my stupid face and used half a ton of eye makeup and lipstick
when the door bell rang. It was the postman with a friend. "We haven't
got any post for you, but we thought you needed a good breakfast--well get
on with it."
I closed the door, knelt down and sucked his dick. "She is an artist,
Fred," he said to his friend. I did the same to his friend and he agreed,
coming in less than two minutes. "We'll see you tomorrow, Sissy."
I bobbed and thanked them, then dashed off to clean my teeth, and had to
do my lipstick all over again until my lips shone almost as much as my
footwear. Today, I wore my PVC bra with cut-outs and matching thong,
including the front and back plugs. I had a black chiffon blouse, PVC
skirt and jacket, black fishnet stockings and suspenders and some red
knee high boots with an inch platform and five inch heel. I put on the
phallus choker and matching bracelet and belt, checked my nails and hair,
makeup and after spraying several lots of perfume over myself, tottered
off to work.
The mincing walk was now almost second nature and I carried my red box
handbag over my wrist and my other hand was on my waist and I teetered
along with tiny steps one foot in front of the other. A gang of
schoolgirls tormented me but I walked on pretending to take no notice.
At work it was more of the same humiliation the vibrator ensuring I
managed a little protein in my milkshake plus of course Mr Heller was
waiting to shag my now gaping arse. Once he'd done so, I reinserted the
plug and returned to my desk as if I'd just been to the loo. My bum was
sore but not as much as before--that in itself was worrying.
At lunchtime, I was sent to Dr Robertson's clinic and once again had to
beg him to let me suck his dick, which he recorded. Then I had to strip
off my bra while he gave me a jab in the arm and I zonked. I awoke aware
of a pain my chest and saw he'd made my boobies bigger.
"I've inserted a special implant in your breasts and hips, it attracts
fat cells. You will come here every day to get injections of fat, do you
understand?" I nodded and curtseyed. Yeah, I understood, I was going to
get tits.
He continued, "It means you'll have sizeable breasts and good sized arse,
it will also stop much fat forming round your waist, so that will give
you some shape eventually. When your milk comes in, you'll have quite
large breasts and will have to wear a bra all the time."
I thanked him and he said, 'The pleasure is all mine, Sissy.' I minced
back to the office. When I got there, I discovered I had a different sort
of milk shake, one with added cream--clotted cream. Apparently, I needed
more fat in my diet.
Mr Heller was holding a meeting with two of his clients and I was sent in
to take an order for drinks and snacks. The two men with him had eyes on
stalks when I minced in and lisped and curtseyed to them. Heller had his
hand up my arse and was fondling my bum.
"On your knees, Sissy." I dropped to the floor and began undoing his zip
with my long red fingernails then inserting his organ in my mouth began
sucking and licking it. In about three minutes he came in my mouth and I
swallowed it and licked him clean before replacing his dick in his pants
and zipping him up. I stood up and curtseyed, and blushing asked the two
customers what they'd like.
"Some of that," said the first one and Heller told me to get on with it.
His dick was bigger than Heller's and tasted sweeter. I almost enjoyed
the taste of it. The other man's was about the same size as Heller's and
he only squirted semen, he'd been vasectomied--a bit disappointing
really--what am I saying? I rose bobbed to both of them and went off to
get their coffees as if that was all that had happened. Ruth told me to
tidy up my lipstick and called me a slut. I bobbed and thanked her for
telling me.
I was now to have laser treatment on my beard--not that there was much of
it but at thirty pounds for fifteen minutes--it didn't come cheap. A place
near the salon did it and I was booked in to go on the way home.
I minced my way into the clinic and the receptionist laughed loudly at
me. For a moment I felt quite hurt then recovered to introduce myself.
Still chuckling she went off to get someone while I sat in the waiting
area.
Some bloke in a white coat came and got me and told me his name, it was
Mark something or other. "You don't look like a typical transsexual--um
Miss Redbreast."
"I'm not twanthexual, I'm a thithy."
"Oh, what exactly is one of those?" he seemed genuinely curious.
"I'm not a man or a woman, thomething in between and I give plethure to
both."
"Pleasure?" he queried and I nodded. "How?" In seconds I was kneeling in
front of him and had his dick in my mouth--he came copiously and tasted
really nice, sort of nutty. Um--you understand what I mean, I'm sure.
"That sort of pleasure--well, I think we could come to some arrangement of
knock for knock." So we agreed, he'd give me a fifteen minute zap in
exchange for me giving him a five minute suck. He did some hairs where my
sideburns would be and it hurt. Tomorrow I was to leave my top lip
unshaved and he'd start there. I had a feeling he'd be getting more
pleasure out this than I was.
Back in work the next day, Mrs Heller asked me how it had gone at the
clinic and when I explained we were helping each other, she said, "Oh
perhaps we could get your whole body done in time--underarms, pubes, bum
arms and legs--you'll be like a baby all soft skin and no hair." I
shuddered then it was time to let her husband do his thing up my bum and
drink my new milkshake.
At lunch time my protein levels increased with a visit to Dr Robertson
where once again I had to beg for his cum and also for him to give me
huge breasts and bum. He smirked as he injected what felt like gallons of
fat into my chest and nether region. It was quite tender as I teetered
back to work and he suggested I bought myself a cushion--it was the only
kind thing he'd done for me. Mrs Heller insisted on inspecting his
handiwork and my breasts and bum were quite red with needle marks in
loads of places. She told me I'd have to wear a skirt to work for the
foreseeable future.
The next day it rained and I wore my red PVC raincoat over my PVC skirt
and jacket. I wore my red blouse and boots and carried my red umbrella in
the hand over which my red bag was hanging from the wrist, my other hand
once again was on my hip as I minced along. I was getting so used to the
abuse from school kids and blokes that I paid very little heed to it. All
I knew was that I seemed to walk like this all the time swishing my bum
for all to see while taking tiny steps. I also found that the constant
wearing of high heels, apart from making my toes sore meant I couldn't
put my heels flat on the ground when I got out of the shower or bed--I had
to wear something with a heel.
Mr Sissons had discovered my artificial vagina and made me walk around
naked except for a pair of high white sandals I had, plus a suspender
belt and stockings. He would make me blow him as soon as I got there,
which was now nearly every night, and then he'd alternate shagging me in
the vagina or up my bum depending upon his mood. Because he'd come before
it would take him ages and I'd get sore whichever hole he used. At first,
it was nice in the vagina and I'd get some pleasure myself, then he'd
carry on and it would start to rub me and finally, I was on fire before
he finished and I'd have to sit in the bath and cool things down. I'd
have to try and persuade him to do it the other way round, let me suck
him after being shagged.
Over the next month or two, I lost count of the numbers of dicks I'd
sucked--must have been dozens if not hundreds. I mean starting the day
with three or four postmen--yeah, they each brought a friend.
I'd had lots of laser and my face was always red somewhere, including my
eyebrows. My body had been waxed twice more and my feet were always
tender from the ridiculous heels I wore. I had no flat shoes--even if I
had, I wouldn't haven't been able to wear them.
My recent fatty diet and the hundreds of jabs in my buttocks and breasts
meant I was growing in both places rather rapidly and the milk glands
were beginning to cause a minor ooze. I now had to use a breast pump to
encourage the flow, which made my huge nipples even bigger. The only good
thing was I could only wear small rings in my nipples or had to take the
big ones out to pump them.
My ears were a different matter and I wore three large hoops in each ear.
My nails were permanently long and I had ceramic extensions put on those
and my hair was growing but I also had extensions put on that.
My eyelashes had been replaced twice--the artificial ones that is and
where I'd had the real ones dyed, my eyelids now seemed always to have a
black line around the edge, mind you if there was a Y in the day, I had
thick coatings of gloop on my eyelashes and eyelids not to mention my
lips, which were now permanently bloated.
It was six months to the day when Mrs Heller called a staff meeting. I
attended dressed as a hooker as normal, in tight short skirt and
precipitous heels. My breasts were now spilling out of a C cup and my
arse stuck out some distance behind my very slim waist.
"Ladies and Robyn, I've called this meeting because I think we can finish
the official punishment of Robyn, what d'you think?"
I thought it was a very good idea, I could go back to normal at
last--um--couldn't I? Possibly not, Mr Sissons insisted I move in with him
and he wanted me castrated so I couldn't go back to being a man. Dr
Robertson had agreed to do it, and I'd nodded because I thought I'd
better do what they told me.
Ruth wanted me to have bigger tits and arse and also the castration, she
glared at me and I nodded--I was scared of her these days because she
could be quite mean. The others agreed, and wanted me to keep wearing the
outrageous outfits to remind me of what I'd done.
Mrs Heller said her husband wanted sex as part of my contracted duties
and that would include servicing customers who wanted me to do so. I
shrugged--it was no big deal.
The next day, I went to work as usual but I was called into Mrs Heller's
office where a reception committee was waiting for me. I had to service
Heller and Robertson orally, he shoved loads of injections in my bum and
tits and then, while I was naked, Mrs Heller and Ruth handed me a white
thong and then I was laced into a PVC corselette which enabled my massive
mammaries to be supported except for the cut out which enabled my huge
nipples to project. White lace stockings were attached to the corselette
and my feet were guided into thigh high white patent boots with five inch
heels, these were laced up my legs, so I wouldn't be taking them off
easily.
Despite my efforts to enquire what was going on, I was hushed and long
PVC fingerless gloves were pulled up my arms almost to my shoulders. Then
a white dress in PVC was pulled over my head and laced up behind. It was
very tight but then there were no shoulder straps or sleeves, my nipples
perched precariously near the top of the dress which had a short flared
skirt.
One of the girls from the salon appeared and redid my hair and makeup,
making me look more like a hooker than ever, I now had big hair
backcombed and bouffant on top of which was a white PVC ribbon. I
squeaked or rustled just trying to breathe. I was squirted with perfume
and a white choker with the phallus was placed round my neck, then I was
ushered out of the building and into Mr Heller's car.
"Where are we going?" I kept asking but was hushed with, 'You'll see.'
I was led into a small hall and Mr Heller said, "Do exactly what I tell
you and we'll stop the punishment tonight, okay?"
I nodded although I was totally bewildered.
Suddenly Mr Sissons appeared and I was led to stand next to him. He
looked tidy for once in a suit. Heller told me to do exactly what the
registrar told me and to reply yes or I do to any questions he asked.
Fifteen minutes later, I was wearing a silver ring on my finger and was
officially Sissy Simmons, Mrs Sissy Simmons. The girls threw confetti
over us as we left--to go back to work, where else?
Here I was given the afternoon off after I'd sucked or licked every one,
girls included and finally my husband took me home. I sat in the car
wondering just what had happened, but it looked like I was stuck with a
husband for the foreseeable future and a list of lovers/abusers to
service regularly.. One thing, I'd never be bored.
THE END.
Mikhaela
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