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Saturday Morning Sissy I woke late on Saturday morning and immediately knew that something was wrong. Sure, I'd been out drinking Friday night, so the hangover wasn't unexpected. But I was surprised to wake and find that there was a leather band snapped tightly around my balls and that this was tethered securely to the foot of my bed with a short chain. Further exploration revealed that my entire body had been shaved and my nipples had been marked with some type of semi-permanent red dye. If that wasn't enough, my toenails and fingernails were painted a cherry red and I was wearing a jet-black baby doll nightie, a pair of crotchless panties and there was something lodged securely up my ass. Something big lodged securely up my ass. It was obviously not a typical Saturday morning. There was a post it stuck to my phone that simply read, "Check your voice mail." My heart skipped a beat as I picked up my phone and pushed play. "Hello Sean, or perhaps Sissy Michelle is more appropriate." It was an unfamiliar voice greeting me from the tiny speakers. "You probably don't remember me, but we had a very revealing conversation last night." "My name is Marcus, but you should call me Master from now on. After all, you practically begged me to make you into my own personal sissy slut last night. If you don't believe me, check the photos on your phone." I pushed pause and flipped to the Photo Album app, even though I was pretty sure what I'd find there. I was still shocked to find that there were 97 new photos waiting in an album titled "Sissy Michelle night 1." 97 pictures! In each one I was on my knees in a bathroom stall with a glazed look on my face and a cock shoved down my throat. Or it was a picture of me from behind with a cock plowing in and out of my ass. Every single picture had a good shot of my face, usually glazed with cum and a look of half- drunken lust. The different sizes and skin tones of the cocks revealed that I had been used by at least ten different men last night. In fact, one of them had me on my knees surrounded ten cocks in the one picture. All of them looked like they were ready to pop. These were pictures that could easily destroy me, especially as most of them were labeled with the email addresses of my family, friends and co- workers. They were shocking, but also pictures that made my cock stand up straight, bobbing in anticipation of a repeat performance. "I hope you like the photo shoot," the voicemail continued. "I know that I had a lot of fun taking the pictures and finding all sorts of total strangers to come by and make you over into a total sissy slut. I had so much fun that I think I'll do it again tonight. And every night from here on out." My cock was throbbing with the thought. In my heart of hearts I knew that this was it. My darkest fantasies had finally been exposed. I knew that I had met a man who would make all of my sissy dreams come true. I was scared to death. I couldn't wait. I still don't remember a lot about that night, but I do recall a few bits and pieces. I went to a club with a group of friends after work. Somehow I ended up at the bar with a very tall man who started buying me drinks. I couldn't recall his face, but I remembered his eyes. They were a piercing blue and seemed to bore right into my soul. Those eyes were stern, yet full of promise. When my soon-to-be Master asked me about my deepest fantasies, those eyes demanded that I bare my soul for his amusement. I did just that with only a few shots in me. I told him that I longed to be a full-fledged sissy slut. That I longed to belong to a man who would take me and make me over into a complete shemale. That I was looking for somebody who would train me, and force me to service a never-ending parade of hard cocks. Somebody who would lock me in a chastity, start me on female hormones and then start turning me into the perfect sissy cocksucker. While I admitted these fantasies of mine, this strange man with the intense blue eyes kept demanding that I take one shot after another. I was totally trashed before midnight when he had me post my first ad on Craigslist. I've since printed it out to remind me where I started. "I am a sissy slut in training," my ad read. "I require several men who will allow me the honor of sucking their cocks on a daily basis if I am ever to become a good enough sissy to please my new Master. If you are interested in helping to train me, please respond to this ad. Tell me how often you can stop by and feed me a creamy sissy treat, what time of the day you are free to stop by, whether you're okay with using me while other men line up for sloppy seconds, and if there are any other kinky activities you'd like to force me to try. I am interested in it all." "Please be prepared to take pictures of me servicing your cock," the ad continued, "as my new Master will require proof that I am becoming a good and constantly-horny sissy slut through lots and lots of practice." The ad was illuminated by one picture. A picture of me with a large cock shoved down my throat with the word "Sissy Slut" and my cell phone number and personal email written across my forehead in dark black ink. The ad had obviously attracted plenty of attention. In addition to the 97 photos from last night, I had scores of voicemail messages and emails waiting on my phone. So this was it. My life as an average, everyday working stiff was over. I'd gotten drunk and revealed my darkest fantasies to a man who seemed determined to make them all come true. I was scared to death, but also thrilled beyond belief. I was also quite horny, and while I desperately wanted to grab my cock and get some relief, deep down I knew that I shouldn't do so without my new Master's permission. Back to the voice mail. "We had fun last night, and I intend to have fun with you on a regular basis. That being said, you were quite drunk last night, so I'm not quite sure if you're serious or not. If you truly want to become my sissy slut, I will make you into the most depraved slut in town. I will keep you in the sexiest clothes and tallest stiletto heels. You can expect to spend your days with your ass filled with cock--either a butt plug or the real thing, 24/7. I will start you on hormones immediately and will take you in for breast implants as soon as your titties have grown big enough to accommodate them. If fact, I will personally shove the needle in your ass tonight while I'm fucking you." There was a dark, dangerous laugh on the message. "If you look over on your nightstand, you will see a chastity and a padlock. Notice that there is no key. This is how you will prove your devotion to me. If you truly want to be my sissy slut, you will lock it on, snap the padlock closed and send me a picture of your cock locked away for good. Do not be fooled. If you put on the chastity, I will not unlock it for at least one month, and only then if you've been a good sissy slut the entire time." "You will be given sissy goals. We'll start out some simple tasks. You will suck 10 cocks every week, loose 5lbs each week, dress in full sissy mode every night after work and start a journal where you expose your slutiest fantasies for the entire world to read. We will post these fantasies online, along with plenty of photos of you acting them out. We will also be posting your contact info along with the stories, so that any horny man can track you down if he really wants to do so." There was a long pause in the message. My heart was pounding in my head. Somehow this man knew exactly what I wanted to hear. "If that's what you want to have happen, lock the chastity around that little thing you call your cock, take a picture and text it to me. You'll find my number in your phone under the heading of Master." "Then you will have 15 minutes to prepare yourself for your new Master. That means your should be gagged and blindfolded, stuffed at both ends and totally immobilized while you wait for Master to come whore you out. I'll give you more instructions on this in the future, but for now you should leave the butt plug in, then go to your garage and get a roll of duct tape and start binding yourself up tight. I expect to see you completely wrapped up from your nipples down when I show up." "Leave the chastity sticking out, as I'll want easy access to torment your tiny clitty." Be sure to save some of the duct tape so you can stick a rag in your mouth and tape it in place. I generously left a dirty rag by your bed that should give you a preview of what you'll be tasting from here on out." "Tape the rag in place--enjoy the taste. Go to your voice-recording app on your iPhone and push play. It's a recording of you begging for my cock and getting fucked last night. Make sure you put it on a repeat loop. Then use some of the tape to tape your eyes closed and handcuff your wrists to the furniture so you can't change your mind." "Then wait." There was another long pause. "Wait for as long as it takes for me to come by. It could be minutes. It could be days. Either way, you won't be going into work on Monday." "So what do you say sissy? Do you have the balls to make your fantasies come true? Be aware that if you do have the balls, I will probably be cutting them off in the near future. But until then, I promise to make all of your sissy slut fantasies come true. I will break you and then remake you into the world's biggest sissy slut. There will be full body- transformation, lots of humiliation and a career in fetish porn in your near future. That's if you're willing to lock yourself in the chastity and give yourself over to me." "Personally, I don't think you will do it. But I hope you do. It's been five years since I last made a sissy slut, and I have lots of new ideas to try out. Lock yourself up and send me the picture and I will make it all come true." "Or don't and I'll leave you alone. Of course you'll have to figure out how to explain the nail polish and writing on your forehead. I'm sure that the sissy slut words will wash off your face in a week or two. I used a permanent marker and wrote it out several times so that it will be there for quite a few days." "But it's your call. Take the picture and I'll change your life. Or chicken out and go back to being some nobody with all these unfulfilled fantasies. I hope to hear from you very soon, but I'm not going to stay up all night waiting." What to do? This was exactly my fantasy come true. I'd dreamed of having a Master who would turn me into the perfect sissy slut. Somebody who was demanding and who would fully own me. The porn career thing was a new twist, but it was one that set the gears in my head turning. Could I do it? Could I give in? The tone on the voice mail and the memory of those blue eyes made me feel that this was no joke. If I locked the chastity around my cock, I knew that I'd be changed forever. I had a good job, lots of friends and a loving family. I would loose all of this. How could I give that up? Especially for a man I'd only known after one drunken night of slutdom. Perhaps he'd be willing to ease me in, I thought and then immediately dismissed the idea. This was a man who wanted a total sissy. Nothing else would do. I was torn, unable to make a decision. But then I noticed that in my revere I'd gotten up and moved to the garage. The duct tape was in one hand while my throbbing cock was in the other. I was on sissy autopilot. My cock was too hard to fit in the chastity, but a couple of ice cubes shrunk me down, banishing my hard-ons for the foreseeable future, maybe forever. Before I could stop myself, the ring of the chastity device was tightly nestled behind my balls, the cage was slipping over my cock (quickly, before it got hard again) and the padlock was slipped into place. This was it. One click and my life would be changed forever. Click. My cock was throbbing so much that I could see the chastity rise and fall. I immediately loved the feeling of being so hard yet unable to touch myself. I hoped that it would be this way from now on, even if that meant that I would never come again. I went to the bathroom and covered myself in shaving cream. I had been shaved last night, but there were a few places that Master had missed. I quickly made sure that I was smooth all over then took a quick shower to clean myself up. The butt plug came out just long enough for an enema before it went back in. The butt plug was huge, much bigger than anything I'd ever used before. It took a while to get it seated back into place. It finally popped in as I was thinking that it probably wasn't the biggest plug I'd ever have to wear. The sharpie was still sitting on the counter. I carefully re-wrote the message on my forehead, although very little of it had faded from my shower. I added my real name to go along with my phone number and email. Then I took a red sharpie and gave myself some lipstick. I checked the front door. It was unlocked. As was the back door. I was ready. I laid myself down on the couch and began to tie myself up. The duct tape was amazingly secure. I wrapped it as tightly as I could around my legs, being sure to wrap extra around my ankles. It was unnecessary. There was no way that I was ever going to break free. It suddenly dawned on me that one roll wouldn't be enough. I hopped awkwardly to the garage and collected two more rolls. The first one became a makeshift corset. It was difficult, but the next roll covered my arms all the way to my wrists. I would have done the hands, but I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to get the handcuffs locked on if I did. There was still more tape. "In for a penny, in for a pound," I thought and started to wrap it around my head. This was going to pull my hair out in the morning. I kind of liked the idea of being a bald sissy slut. When I was finished, there was only a little skin showing around my eyes, mouth, cock and hands. I was sweating already, but horny beyond belief. I took out my phone and took my first sissy selfie. It was off to my Master in no time along with the message, "Please come make me your whore." I pushed play on the voicemail file and turned the volume up to full. It was loud, but not so loud that I couldn't hear the click of the handcuffs being ratcheted down on my wrists. Then I waited. My phone pinged after a few minutes. It was either a voicemail, an email or a text message. Either way it was probably somebody looking for a kinky sissy slut. I wished I could answer him, but I couldn't get to the phone with my hands handcuffed and locked around the arm of my couch. I don't know how long I waited. My phone never stopped pinging and ringing. Each time my cock jumped in frustration. The voice recording continued to play. Over and over I heard myself say; "I am nothing but a sissy slut. I live to suck cock and be fucked, each and every day. I spend my days dreaming about cocks and cum and feel empty when there's not a hard cock filling my sissy pussy." "Please Master, fill me full of cum and then make me into your perfect sissy slut. I will do anything and everything you say, if you'll just turn me into your si..." My words were interrupted by the sound of something being shoved in my mouth. The taste from my gag gave me a good idea of what it had been. The rest of the file was nothing but grunts, slapping sounds and high- pitched squeals as I heard myself being fucked over and over again. There were two men grunting on the recording, so I was obviously being plugged from both ends. God, I wished that I was being plugged from both ends again right then. But no. I was just a horny sissy, tied up tight and dreaming of cock. The recording ended and started with the sound of Master's deep chuckle, and then it started up again. "I am nothing but a sissy slut. I live to suck cock and be fucked..." Over and over again until I had the mantra memorized. Hours later, when my phone's battery ran dead, I was still repeating my words in my mind as I drifted off to sleep. "I am nothing but a sissy slut. I live to suck cock and be fucked..." I woke to the sound of a deep male chuckle and the feeling of hands pulling and twisting my chastity cage. "Wakey, wakey, slut. Master is here to claim you." I groaned in anticipation. "Good girl," Master continued. I wasn't sure if you'd slut yourself out for me or not. You went above and beyond what I asked for. Who knows, you might just earn an orgasm in a month or two after all." Suddenly he pulled by chastity straight up in the air, practically lifting me up by my balls. "But probably not. Your days of cumming are over." Master went to the kitchen and I heard him rummaging around in the drawers for a knife. I'm shamed to admit that I was afraid he was about to murder me. But he came back and sliced a hole in my gag and then fished the rag out. My mouth was completely dry and my jaw was very sore. Master didn't care. He shoved his cock in and started fucking my throat. He only stopped once to tell me "If I feel your teeth again, I'll have a dentist friend of mine pull them out for good." I opened my mouth and throat as wide as I could while Master pounded into me. It only took a moment before I felt his cock swell up and then spurt after spurt went right into my stomach. I moaned and swallowed, then licked him clean as best I could. "Not bad for a new sissy," he told me. "Don't worry, you'll get batter with practice." Then he undid my handcuffs and stood me up. But instead of unwrapping me, He pulled my arms behind my back, took out another role of duct tape and proceeded to completely mummify me. I thought I was immobile before, but now I couldn't even wiggle as Master wrapped me even tighter. There was only a slit left for my mouth, a few holes for my nose, the opening where my chastity poked out and with another scary slice, a hole that would give horny cocks access to my sissy pussy. There was one new hole to be added. It was a tiny prick of a needle that went straight into my ass. Master made good on his promise and gave me my first dose of sissy hormones. Master then went to the kitchen and came back with some water. I felt a straw being pushed into my mouth. I greedily sucked down the liquid. Then Master picked up my phone and noted that it was dead. "No worry," he said, "you should have memorized your lines by now." Without hesitation, I started to repeat the only words I would say for the next two months. Non-stop, I repeated my sissy prayer. "I am nothing but a sissy slut. I live to suck cock and be fucked, each and every day. I spend my days dreaming about cocks and cum and feel empty when there's not a hard cock filling my sissy pussy." "Please Master, fill me full of cum and then make me into your perfect sissy slut. I will do anything and everything you say, if you'll just turn me into your sissy gurl." While I repeated this, Master logged on to my computer and started responding to the men who had responded to my ad. "Damn gurl," he said, laughing. "We're going to be here all night before you take care of all these horny men." And so it started. I heard Master call or email one man after another. He gave each and everyone of them my real name and address. I heard my webcam turn on as Master set out to prove that I was indeed a sissy slut, waiting all tied up for men to come fill me up with their cum. It didn't take long before they started showing up. At first they would fuck me while I was still mummified. After a while there were more than a few men waiting to use me, but I was tied up so tightly with the tape that I couldn't hold my body in a position that would allow me to suck their cocks while being fucked. I heard somebody say, "Fuck this" and they started unwrapping me. I would have screamed in pain, but my mouth was stuffed with cock and I remembered Master's warning that he would pull my teeth if I ever bit down. As you might guess, ripping the tape off my head was the worst. Enough hair was pulled off that Master dragged me to the bathroom and immediately shaved me bald. "This was a good idea, slut," he said as he dragged the razor across my head. "More exposed skin for the tattoos." Master never took the tape off my eyes, so I couldn't see the look on his face. Well, I could still see his eyes in my mind, and that was all I needed to keep me in full sissy-slut mode. I spent the next several hours on my knees with one cock pounding my ass with another shoved down my throat. I frequently had two more cocks twitching in each hand while I did my best to service a never-ending parade of horny men. They never stopped coming. It was one cock after another, and I never saw a single one of the faces that was attached to those spurting monsters. At a certain point, Master noticed that I was shaking in physical exhaustion, so he called off the assault. He was almost tender as he ran his hand over my bald head. "This is going to work out just fine," he said before taking me to my bed. He flipped me over, fucked me quickly, and then left me dripping with cum. "See you tomorrow, slut" he said as he left. I immediately fell asleep dreaming of what was coming next. I woke up the next morning, exhausted and sore all over. Angry red marks striped my skin from where the duct tape had been. Everything was sore, but I looked at it like a badge of honor, and couldn't keep my hands off myself as I stood underneath the hot shower. If I could have reached my cock, I would have jerked off immediately, but it was locked away in its cage, so I had to rely on one hand rubbing across my skin while the other hand snaked a finger into my ass. I was completely lost in myself when I heard somebody rummaging around in my living room. The bathroom door opened and Master's voice told me to get out of the shower. He put a blindfold and a pair of handcuffs on the sink counter and told me to blindfold myself and lock my hands behind my back before coming out. I jumped out of the shower, dried myself and then dropped to my knees. The blindfold went on, the hands were locked behind my back and then I crawled as best I could out to meet Master. "I told you this one was a keeper," I heard Master say, and then a strangely familiar voice chimed in, "I always had a feeling about this slut." Fuck! I knew that voice. It was my boss, Don Peterson. I was supposed to be working right now, instead I found myself on my knees while Mr. Peterson fucked me roughly from behind. He slapped my ass and laughed, "things are going to be much different at work from now on, Sean, or should I say sissy slut." I was pretty much in shock from that point on. Mr. Peterson fucked me, bred me, and then turned me back over to my Master. I heard him ask Master if he could buy me after the transformation was finished. I never heard Master's response. I fell asleep with my sissy mantra repeating in my head. "I am nothing but a sissy slut. I live to suck cock and be fucked, each and every day..." A few hours later I was tied up and shoved into the trunk of Master's car. We drove around the city for a while, and I was able to sneak in a quick nap. It was very late at night when the truck was finally opened and I was dragged out. I was untied, slammed down across the trunk and immediately filled full of a very large cock. I could tell that I was being fucked by a huge man; somebody who could break me with his bare hands if he wanted to do so. I wasn't tied up, although I was still blindfolded and caged. Still, I didn't dare move. I sat there and allowed this man to fill me full of his seed. He grunted and said "Not bad." There was a pause before he said "fifty fucks, plus I get to film her and post it online." Master agreed with a grunt and the huge man dragged me inside his building. We were at a tattoo parlor. It was closed, but the man, Dogg, had agreed to stay open all night to work on me. By the time the sun rose in the morning, I had been permanently marked as a sissy slut. Dogg didn't say much to me all night long as he pierced and marked me as a slut. He seldom tied me down, preferring instead to just push me around and have his way with me. I never even contemplated resisting. I simply repeated my sissy mantra. "I am nothing but a sissy slut. I live to suck cock and be fucked, each and every day. I spend my days dreaming about cocks and cum and feel empty when there's not a hard cock filling my sissy pussy." "Please Master, fill me full of cum and then make me into your sissy slut. I will do anything and everything you say, if you'll just turn me into your perfect sissy." Dogg began by tattooing my nipples a dark red. That hurt like hell, but at least I was numb by the time he pierced each nipple with a heavy gold hoop and then clamped them closed. I was flipped over and he gave me a tramp stamp that was actually quite beautiful. It consisted of a series of silhouettes of women sucking cocks and being fucked. "Sissy Slut" was spelled out in fine cursive just above my ass crack. Two arrows were added to my butt cheeks--each one pointing to my gaping ass hole. Dogg took this opportunity to shove several fingers up my ass while he tattooed the oversized arrows that would guide men for years to come. Next up was my cock. This hurt as well. Master had given Dogg the key to my chastity, so I was finally freed, but not before I was tied down to the bench for safekeeping. I was so horny that I came almost as soon as Dogg fished my cock out of its cage. He immediately slapped me hard across the face. "You'll pay for that, slut," he said as he started the tattoo gun buzzing while scooping my cum back into my mouth with his free hand. My cock was eventually covered in delicate flower tattoos and stylized warning signs. "Out of Order," "Keep Away" and "Do Not Touch!" were etched permanently into my sissy clit. At some point I must have been crying out in pain so loudly that Dogg gagged me so that he could continue his work without distraction. I passed out at some point. While I was asleep I had three rings put into my cock and shaft and another one embedded deeply just in front of my ass. This would allow Master to lock my cock back between my cheeks some years in the future when I finally earned a release from my chastity. I came back to consciousness when Dogg split some smelling salts under my nose. "Suck me off before I work on your face," he grunted and then rammed his cock down my throat. His cock was as big as he was, but by this time I was so sore and abused that I had no trouble taking it down my throat. He smelled terrible, but there was a musky scent that actually turned me on. He came after just a few minutes of face fucking me. Then he started in on my face. He gave me permanent makeup. My lips were lined and then filled in with a dark red. They were so swollen and plumped up after the tattoos that I couldn't feel them for days after that. I must admit that I hated loosing my cocksucker lips a few days later, and eventually went in for collagen injections just so I could recreate the feeling. Dogg also did my eyeliner in coal black, and then wrote "sissy" and "slut" across the ridge of each ear in a surprisingly delicate script." My nose, belly button and tongue were pierced and then I was given a slave identification number on my upper shoulder. I was in such a haze that I didn't even see the brand until it was too late. There was a searing pain as Master's brand was seared into my flesh. I passed out once again. I woke up some hours later, asleep in my own bed and covered with sterile gauze pads. I wasn't tied up, but a steel cage had replaced the plastic chastity device and the end of my cock was now tethered securely to the bottom of the chastity device thanks to my new piercing. I hurt all over. I dragged myself out of bed and went to the bathroom. I looked like hell. My face was swollen from the tattoos and I looked physically beaten down. I burst into tears as I sat to take a pee. What had I done? There was no going back from any of this? Was this really what I wanted? Yes. This was exactly what I had asked for. I'd never had the guts to go for it before, but thanks to my Master it was now all completely real. My tears of anguish turned to tears of gratitude. I started to repeat my sissy mantra. It calmed me and also caused my cock to twitch in its cage. Eventually I dragged myself back to bed and fell back to a much- needed sleep. I woke to feel a cock pushing into my mouth and hands roughly holding my eyes closed. It was Master, taking his time as he slowly plunged his cock in and out of my mouth. He faced-fucked me for a long time. I'm not sure how long, but what else did I have to do that day. I licked and sucked him until I felt him tense up and deposit another load of cum down my throat. It wasn't much of a surprise when I heard Mr. Peterson unzip his pants and shove his cock down my throat. "Don't worry, Sean," he said between strokes. I've arranged it with human resources. You've got three weeks of stored up sick leave before we have to fire you. But by then you'll be able to get a job as my new sissy slut secretary. I foresee locts of 'dick-tation' in your future." With that he grunted and filled my mouth with his cum. I heard Master tell him, " Only if you can afford her. Sluts aren't cheap." The two men laughed and left me alone to savor the taste of their cum. I wondered what they were discussing, but only briefly. My mind was soon filled with my never-ending sissy mantra that kept me grounded in my new reality. "I am nothing but a sissy slut..." A bit later Master returned and dragged me to my feet. "You're in no condition to be seen in public," he informed me, "but no worries. I know a place that's perfect for a slut like you." He took a minute to change my bandages, then I was dragged out to his car and shoved into the trunk. I was surprised that I hadn't been tied up, but then I noticed that there were several pairs of handcuffs rattling around in the trunk with me. I knew what Master expected. I handcuffed my feet together and then handcuffed the end of my chastity to the chain between my feet. I took the last pair of cuffs and locked my hands behind my back, making sure to link the chains so I was locked in a rather painful hogtie. We drove off into the night. I had no idea where we were headed, but I didn't care. I had found my place in the world. "I am nothing but a sissy slut," I told myself, and shuddered in ecstasy as I wondered what was coming next. Author's postscript: I hope you enjoyed the first part of this story. Heaven knows I had a lot of fun writing it. I realized that our sissy heroine's character isn't overly developed, but I'm writing this story for the man who once told me that good sissies don't think so much as just submit and trust that their Master will take care of them. That's what I'm hoping to accomplish in this tale. There will be more submission and trust in part two, which is still being formulated in my head. I'm certainly open to suggestions. Once again, I hope you enjoy my literary fantasies.