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Authors Note: Just a quick story about some of the things that I wish
would happen to me. I suspect I'm not alone in this collection of
fantasies. I hope you enjoy this. If so, I will definitely expand the
story into something more substantial.
XOXOX
Sissy Michelle
As is the case with most of my best sexual experiences, this one all began
on a late night when I'd had a little too much to drink. I wasn't drunk,
mind you. Simply buzzed enough that my better judgment was passed out in a
dark corner of my mind.
I was online (another common denominator) browsing through my favorite
collection of sissy slut websites. As per my Friday night custom, I was
dressed in my red slut outfit, which consisted of a matching red satin bra
and panty set, white seamed stockings with red garter, a tightly laced
corset and a scandalous cherry red mini and blouse. D Cup breast forms
were glued securely to my chest. Best of all are my 5" red stiletto heels
with locking ankle strap. There's something about looking down and seeing
the golden glint of a padlock that really get's my engine revved up.
Of course I had just shaved myself from head to toe. Plus an extra full
douche and the medium-sized butt plug that immediately followed. Makeup,
earrings and a long auburn wig complete the picture. I looked, well, I was
still a man in drag, but I looked pretty hot, all things considering.
I'd been drinking and browsing for several hours. My sissy clitty was
trying desperately to ruin my panty line with an unsightly bulge.
Fortunately my panties are tight enough that it stayed in place, but I was
sorely tempted to undress and take care of my carnal needs.
I was stopped when an alert appeared on my screen saying that I had a
private message. My clitty twitched as I opened a new window. The message
was from a master in Florida. I sighed. Why do all the masters who are
interested in me live all the way across the country?
Still, I was dressed and horny so I opened the message.
"Dear sissy," the message read, "I've been watching you from afar and
thought that I should respond to your ad. I find your sissy desires to be
quite intriguing, and only wish that I lived close enough to make them
into a reality."
"Would you ever be interested in an online relationship," He continued.
"If so, I would like to begin immediately. I will be very strict and
demanding, but I promise to make all of your fevered sissy dreams come
true, although some of them might also be nightmares."
"I see that you are currently online. You have five minutes to contact me
and begin your training, or else I will call you a fake and take my offer
elsewhere."
He signed the note Master Don and attached a picture of a leather-clad man
with two slaves kneeling at his feet. Then there was a link saying 'Invite
Master Don to a private chat."
I took another swig of beer and clicked the link. A message immediately
appeared.
"Very good, slut. I am pleased to see that you can take direction and that
you respond immediately. You have 3 minutes to spare."
"Thank you, Master Don," I typed.
"Not Master yet," he replied. "That will come, but not until I am
convinced that you are a serious candidate to become my newest sissy
slut."
"Let us begin with a few questions." He continued. "Are you currently
dressed up? Make up, wig, the whole shebang?" I responded that I was
indeed dressed, and that I always got fully dressed up when I came home
from work. That was a lie, but I excused it because it was true in my
heart.
He demanded proof and ordered me to turn on my web cam.
I took another swig of beer. I took a deep breath. I clicked the camera
icon on my computer.
His voiced boomed out of the speakers. It was a deep, very male baritone.
The voice shook my core like bass speakers at a music concert. There was
a long moment of silence, and then. "Good, slut. Please stand so I can
look at you."
I did as directed. I stood there on display for what seemed like an
eternity. Occasionally he would have me turn around or bend over. He
warned me to move immediately when I was given an order and to not speak
unless directed to do so. After ten minutes or so, I was shaking with a
combination of nerves and pent-up sexual energy.
He told me to strip off my dress and said that he was pleased to find me
in matching lingerie and a corset. I smiled and was about to say "thank
you" when he barked out that "Sissies do not speak, even when being a
given a compliment!"
I bowed my head and nearly apologized. Fortunately I caught myself before
I said anything.
The inspection continued. I was made to bend over and show that I was
plugged up. I was told to remove the plug and show it to the camera.
"We'll certainly work on training you to take a larger size, but at least
it's clean." I smiled and bowed my head.
He had me turn back around and asked why my sissy clitty wasn't locked up
tight. "Do you have a chastity?" he asked. I told him that I did not. He
asked if I'd ever been locked up in a chastity device. I told him that I
had not. He informed me that all of his sissy sluts were kept locked up at
all times. It kept them horny and always on their best behavior.
"Would you like me to lock you up, slut" he asked.
I cock answered for me before I could even process the question. I croaked
out a timid, "Please, sir."
He quickly answered with "Then I will."
"Would you like to serve me, slut?"
Another "yes, sir" slipped out of my mouth before I could even consider
what I was saying. "This is not a game, slut. I will collar you, train and
transform you. Distance is not an impediment to me. If you say yes, even
if you change your mind in the future, you will be mine to do with as I
please. So you still want to serve me?"
There wasn't even a pause before my reply. I'm not quite sure why, but
nevertheless, I quickly spoke up. "Yes, Sir. Make this slut yours. Train
me and turn me into the sissy that I've been fantasizing about being ever
since I was a little boy."
I could almost hear him smile. "Very well. You may regret that, but I will
have you as a sissy slut in training."
The rest of the conversation continued with him promising to send me a
chastity device to arrive first thing Monday morning. He explained how I
would be completely transformed into a shemale with breast implants,
facial reconstruction and everything. I would be claimed by Master and
taught to serve him and his friends. I would become a whore, debasing
myself with random strangers in order to pay for my "sissy modifications."
He spoke non-stop, telling me about my fate. The chastity would be locked
on and only removed for hygiene reasons or very special occasions. Those
occasions might be months apart, or even years. "Most of my sissies become
so frustrated that they eventually beg me for castration," he mentioned
nonchalantly as if it were an everyday occurrence.
There would be a lot of pictures and videos take on me with random
strangers. There would be sissy assignments that I would have to fulfill.
He spoke of hypnosis, female hormones, anal stretching, sensory
deprivation, electro sex training, long days working in a glory hole,
being hired out to service large groups of men, even a run at some record-
breaking bukake parties.
Somewhere in the middle of all of this my clitty exploded with such force
that cum splattered across my computer screen. I hadn't even touched
myself.
There was a satisfied chuckle on the other end of the line. "I wondered if
that would happen. It pleases me, and I think that you will please me as
well. I will expect you Monday night, online at 8pm exactly, fully dressed
and ready to be committed to serve me. "Your clothing is a good start but
I will expect to see something sluttier on Monday night. And brand new.
You are to go to a store that sell's stripper clothing and buy a new
outfit," he ordered. "I will expect to see receipts to prove that you have
gone out to purchase these items in person this weekend. I will also
expect you to have purchased a larger butt plug, a new dildo with a
suction cup and a pink silk blindfold."
He closed with a final warning that I should not dare to disappoint him,
or else he would make me regret ever being born. There was a cryptic note
about how he had the resources and the drive to make my life into a living
hell and then he was gone.
I collapsed to the floor, completely spent, both physically and
emotionally. It took me a while to calm down. Suddenly it dawned on me
that he hadn't asked for my address. How would he send me the chastity
device? Maybe this was all just some guy's idea of kinky online sex. He
sure seemed like a real Master, but if he was real, then he would have
demanded my home phone and address.
Then a darker though emerged. What if he already had my address?
As if reading my thoughts, my cell phone chimed with a new text message.
There was picture of a large cock being licked by a sissy slut and a note
saying, "Think about this, but do not touch yourself. More instructions
will come when we next meet."
It was signed MASTER in all caps.
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