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SISSY
by Sissy
Property of: __________________ (part 1)
Looking at me now, one will have an extremely difficult time believing
this story. But let me assure you that every word is true. It started
late one spring afternoon. The weather was typical spring weather,
windy, wet and cold. I was walking home from high school, hoping for a
ride. I had just turned 18 a couple of days before and was within two
months of graduating. My options after school were causing me much
concern. I was very small, looked 16 and feminine. If you're thinking
that's normal cause I am a girl, let me tell you up to that point I was
definitely all male.
Just around the block from school a shiny black Lincoln stops beside me.
I couldn't see the driver until he opened the dark tinted windows. The
driver was a very expensively dressed older gentleman. His dark blue pin
stripe suit, tailored shirt and silk tie suggested to me a doctor or
lawyer. Through his horn rimmed glasses, I could see a gleam in his
eyes. A well cultured voice stayed my dotes when he offered me a ride.
My opening the door and sitting beside him signaled my acceptance of the
offer. As the car started rolling, he handed me an open bottle of soda
with the offer.
"You look like you could use this."
Mumbling my thanks, I quickly gulped down the soda. By this time the car
is traveling just above the speed limit. And soon we are approaching my
street. Stifling a yawn I point this out to the driver. His response is
to speed up. As I try to escape this situation, I find that I can't
release the seat belt, or open either the door or window. As I start to
cry and scream, he slaps me, then shoves his hand into my pants and
starts to fondle my cock and balls. Despite all the stress, trauma and
fear the drug he put into my drink takes effect putting me to sleep. But
before I lose all consciousness I hear him say.
"You'll do very nicely."
The first thing I noticed waking up was that my mouth felt as if it was
full of cotton. Next was that I was on my hands and knees. Trying to
stand I quickly hit the top of the large dog kennel I was in. The kennel
was like the kind you see at airports. On the door was a large brass
padlock and an animal bottle. On the end of the bottle was a nipple that
resembled a tiny penis. As I tried to force the cage door open with my
hands I feel a tug at my neck. Around my wrists are black thick leather
cuffs, chained together and fastened by another chain to the leather
collar around my neck, my ankles are also chained together.
Over my loins were pink rubber panties. Under them I felt the cloth
diapers. They were wet. Over the next several days I was changed about
every other day, so I was almost always wet. I sensed a presence.
Looking up I saw my 'ride'. He was now wearing black latex pants, a red
latex shirt and a black leather vest.
"Finally awake, I see."
"Where am I? Why am I here?"
"You're here for my use. No more questions."
With that He whips out His cock and relieves Himself over my body. He
produces a baby bottle filled with a pale yellow fluid. I suck on the
nipple to sate my thirst. The bitter taste stops me from finishing the
bottle. Pulling me from the cage, he throws me over His knee and
proceeds to paddle me, with a studded paddle.
"I am your Master, I own you body, mind and soul. You will do what I
tell you to do, when I tell you to do it and how I tell you to do it.
Until I tell you to stop. You will be used by me, or anyone else I care
to let use you, for my pleasure, needs or desires. Any resistance to
that will be severely punished."
After twenty swats, He sits me in His lap. I cringe as I sit on my red
bottom.
"Is my little girl hungry?"
As I try to say yes, Master slaps my face.
"Baby girls can't talk. They can only nod, cry and make baby noises. Now
are you hungry?"
I nod my head. And Master opens a baby food jar of Brussels sprouts. He
shoves His middle finger into the jar. Removing His finger from the jar,
He sticks it into my mouth, where I sucked it clean. I finished the jar
this way. The next day it is a jar of spinach. And instead of His
finger, Master dips His manhood into the jar. Pulling His slimy green
covered cock from the jar, He held it before my mouth. I refused to open
my mouth and He grasped my jaw and applied pressure to force it open. He
then thrust His meat into my open mouth, but I refused to give any oral
action. After a couple of attempts He pored the rest of the jar's
contains into my diapers and then He beat my thighs with a cane. This
scene was repeated for the next three nights. With the same results. On
the fifth night, I was led into the living room, where He threw me face
down over the coffee table. Master tied me down and ripped the diapers
off of me. Just as He was finishing the door bell rang. Soon I found out
who was at the door. It was four friends of Master. All of them dominant
men dressed in black leather. They were here for one reason, my rape.
With a motion my owner said.
"She's all yours. Have at her."
The first man stood in front of my face. He was at least six feet tall
with brown hair and deep blue eyes. He was wearing black leather jeans,
a leather vest and a white t-shirt. He was very hairy and he had a beard
that was neatly trimmed. With his left hand, He grasped the rear of my
jaw and squeezed, forcing my mouth open. Then He inserted a dentist's
vise to keep my mouth open. With that He walked away. With my mouth open
like that, I couldn't control my saliva so soon I was drooling heavily.
At that point another man walked up to my face. He was not quite six
foot, but weighted maybe 250 pounds. Also very hairy, but clean shaven.
With medium length red hair, He was dressed like the first man.
"You want what I've got for you."
With that He unzipped His pants and pulled them down. He wasn't wearing
any underwear. Lowering Himself to His knees before my face, He grabbed
a handful of my hair, pulling my head up and rammed His man meat into my
slobbering cave. As He continued to pound into my mouth I felt the first
of many cane strokes on my ass. He pulled out almost immediately after I
felt His gop slide past my tonsils. The third man quickly replaced Him.
He was five feet five inches tall, short blond hair and maybe 160
pounds. Dressed in jeans and a flannel shirt, He exhibited an image of
total macho. As His jeans slid down His legs, the tree trunk He called a
cock appeared. It was approximately six inches in circumference and at
least 12 inched long. It's circumcised head was a dark purple in color.
Just the head entering was enough to stretch my jaw beyond all normal
limits. He held on to my head and drove His dick into my head until the
head reached into my throat. He started to work it in and out. I started
to gag when the head reached into my throat. That excited Him greatly. I
don't know if it was because of the discomfort He was causing me or
because of the sensation my gagging on His dick. It didn't take long for
Him to pump His salty load into my mouth. There was so much of it that
it seeped around my lips and down my face.
Then number four came up. He was a black man and I mean black. He was
six and a half feet tall, maybe 200 pounds, black hair and eyes.
Stripped of His clothing, all I could see was His rod. It was 18 inches
long and almost as thick as number 3's. Four rammed Himself into my
mouth with,
"Lube it up good, slut."
He pumped in and out of my mouth till just before He came. Pulling out
He walks behind me and just before the first man enters my mouth, Four
slams into my ass. The pain from the ripping of my body causes me to
scream. But before much sound comes out, the first man gags me with His
cock. It now becomes a free for all with both my holes as the center
attraction.
The rest of the evening for me was a kaleidoscope of pain, whipping and
cum in my mouth and ass. I lost all track of time. When They were
finished, They relieved themselves on my body and then wiped themselves
clean with my hair. Shortly after they left, Master knelt before me and
pulled my face up, so I was looking into His cold eyes, by my hair.
"Slut, you can look forward to this every night until you submit to me
fully."
He removed the dental clamp from my mouth and held His erect member in
my face. As I took it into my mouth and submissively serviced Him,
Master softly stroked my head.
"That's a good bitch."
After I swallowed His man juice, He released me from the table and led
me down the hallway to a room. On entering the room, I could see it was
originally a bedroom, but it was now bare except for the ring in the
ceiling. Hanging from this ring was a length of chain that extended to
the floor plus about two feet. Fastening the chain to my collar, Master
turned out the light, closed and locked the door with a simple.
"Enjoy, pussy."
Thank goodness the floor was carpeted. I laid down and tried to sleep.
The next morning, I was awaked by Master pulling me upright by the
chain. He pulled me into another room. This room was the bathroom. It
was obvious that Master had just finished cleaning Himself up. The basin
was messy, wet towels lay on the floor and the bath tub was full of
dirty water. I was bent over the toilet and an enema nozzle was thrust
into me. It was not removed until two quarts of warm soapy water had sat
in my bowels for at least ten minutes. After I discharged, it was
repeated again, except it was a cool soapy water. After expelling the
filthy water, a different nozzle was used. It was pumped up so it
wouldn't come out. I was now given a three quart enema. My belly bulged.
I had cramps. It hurt. With His hand on top of my head, Master pushed me
to my knees in front of Him. He rubbed the front of His slacks. Anything
to stop the pain. I reached up and undid His pants. As they slowly slid
down His legs, I reached for His penis. Pulling toward my mouth I slowly
licked it, speeding up as I went. Almost immediately I popped it into my
mouth and sucked it with abandonment. I forgot all about the pain and
cramps. I concentrated on getting His slime into my tummy. He gently
stroked my head until He gripped it with both hands, held it tight
against His crotch and unloaded into my throat. When He was done, He
tucked Himself back in, released the nozzle and let me shit. When that
was done, I was put into the bath and allowed to clean up.
When I had finished, I was led to another room. This was made up like a
little girl's room. Pink walls and lacy curtains, etc. Along the far
wall was a large baby crib. Next to the closet was a tall straight back
wooden chair. The closet doors were open and the closet was full of
little girl's dresses. Lots of frills, lace, trim and ribbons. And all
pink. On the other side of the closet door was a chest of drawers. I was
put into the crib and Master pulled diapers and rubber panties from the
dresser. As soon as these were on me, He dropped a short dress over my
head. It was a pale pink with white lace trim and the hem was just above
my crotch. The next several days were spent chained in the crib. Metal
shutters over the windows prevented my seeing out and day light coming
in. The room lights were my only indication of day and night. Master
changed my clothing and diapers several times a day, fed me baby food
and gave me baby bottles of fluid (milk, water, juice?).
One morning Master pulls a chair up to the crib. Removing the diapers,
He fondles my cock through my dress. My cock gets hard for the first
time since I've been kidnapped and my breath gets shallower as I near
orgasm. My ass was pounding onto the mattress in rhyme to Master's hand.
An instant before I spurt my cream, He stopped jacking me off, grasped
my ballsack in His hand and squeezed. My screams lifted my ass from the
mattress. My hardness subsided and my eyes slammed shut and watered.
After my eyes opened, cleared and I caught my breath, He told me about
my new life and what was expected of me.
"Girl, you're my slave. I own you fully and completely. You will do
everything I demand of you, completely, instantly and without
hesitation. You will be strictly controlled and severely punished for
any deviation. You are my slave, my maid, cook, companion, my little
girl and my fuck bitch. You will wear feminine clothing at all times,
because as far as I am concerned you are a female. Although I am gay, I
prefer my sexual partners to look like girls. And so you will. You will
wear what I tell you, when I tell you and how I tell you. The same for
eating, sleeping, working, etc. In fact everything. In the kitchen is a
bulletin board with your daily schedule, uniform schedule, etc. You will
also serve and service anyone else I tell you as if they were me. And
this is your life till I get rid of you."
With that I started a new phase of my life.
My duties were posted as promised on the bulletin board in the kitchen.
Every morning an alarm clock awoke me at 5:30AM. I crawled from my crib
and spent the next 30 minutes cleaning up, putting makeup on and
dressing. Invariably I wore one of my little girl dresses. From there
I'd go to the kitchen and prepare Master's breakfast. His breakfast
during the week consisted of a bagel with cream cheese, orange juice and
a bowl of shredded wheat in milk. On weekends I would have to be more
creative. There was a cookbook available. Upon entering Master's
bedroom, I placed the breakfast tray on the night stand. Then I crawl
under the covers from the foot of the bed. I kiss His feet and then
slowly lick and kiss my way up His legs until I reach His cock. Once
there I lick His balls and then His cock. I keep doing this until He is
awake. You see I am not allowed to suck His cock without His permission.
Most mornings He throws me from His bed. Once in awhile He grabs me by
the ears, using them as fuck handles, as He piledrivers His rod into my
face to completion. I pick myself from the floor and prepare His bath,
while He eats. He cleans Himself up, except I scrub His back, while I
lay out His clothing for the day. When He steps back into the bedroom, I
assist Him in dressing, then follow Him to the door. There I kneel, kiss
His feet and await His command. Usually it is just a short.
"Get to work"
Sometimes it is more complex. Additional assignments, guests for supper,
etc. Then He leaves, locking the door behind Him. At this point you may
ask, 'Why don't you just leave or call for help?'. It's not that simple.
First of all the doors require two keys (a deadbolt) to not only get in,
but also to get out. Next all the windows have steel security shutters
over them, which Master closes when He leaves. Also all the telephones
are locked up so I cannot use them, even if I could find them. And
finally we were, I was told, several miles from the nearest neighbor.
Now this is during the week. On weekends, while He is cleaning up, I
crawl into Master's bed and await His return. When He returns, He slides
back into bed next to me and I spend most of the morning servicing Him
and cuddling next to Him.
After Master leaves, I return to my room and change. During the day,
until after supper (unless told otherwise) I wear a maid's uniform. It
is a short black dress with white lace trim. With it I wear my ever
present corset, 5 inch heels, heavy duty nylons and a lace cap. Then I
start my duties for the day by returning to Master's bedroom. There I
clean the bathroom, make the bed and put all the dirty linen and
clothing in the laundry hamper. I then return the breakfast tray to the
kitchen. At that point I wash the breakfast dishes, put away the dishes
from last night and clean up the kitchen. I also, if necessary, prepare
for supper. Put out frozen meat, prepare dishes that take a long time,
etc. Then I do my daily assignments. On Mondays I change the bed linen
and clean the windows. Tuesdays were spent dusting the entire house. The
bathrooms were Wednesdays projects. Laundry was done on Thursdays,
including all the ironing, folding and putting away. It was a heavy day.
Friday, I spent doing the floors including all the scrubbing, waxing and
vacuuming. About 3PM every day, I started supper, then cleaned up my
room and washed my under things. When I finished, I knelt in front of
the door and waited for Master's arrival. Upon His arrival home, I would
kiss His feet and if He was wearing a coat, I would remove it and hang
it up. I would then serve His before dinner drink and massage His
shoulders. When dinner was ready, I would announce it and then serve the
dinner. While He was eating, I would kneel to Master's left and await
His command. Sometimes He would ignore me. Other times He would stroke
my head or face. And on other occasions He would pull my face into His
crotch to service Him. Once in awhile He would hand feed me from His
plate. When He was finished eating He would put some food on His plate,
place the plate on the floor and with the command 'Eat' walk off. After
I was finished eating, I would go to Master, kiss His hand and thank Him
for the food. Early in my training I didn't do this. And He dragged me
into the bathroom off the hallway, stuck a finger down my throat and
made me regurgitate the meal. He then put a cane to my tush 25 times.
And as a reminder, I was only allowed water for the next two days.
He usually takes a drink after dinner and after I fix and deliver His
drink, I clear the table and do the dishes. Upon finishing the dishes, I
return to Master's feet. Most evenings I was told to go change. And I
immediately proceed to do so. Once in awhile, I am only told to strip.
Then until bedtime I am played with and fondled while Master watches TV.
Most of the time I sit on His lap while He rubs my dear over His
manhood. Then there are time when He impaled me on His stiff rod.
Bedtime changes the type of play. First, I kneel before Him and open my
mouth wide. He then drains Himself into my mouth. I am then sent to bed.
On the weekends, the story changes. I am literally fucked all weekend.
When Master was out of town, I was loaned to one of a handful of
Master's friends. Either was sent there or they stay at Master's house.
During these times I was well used. Master sometimes had dinner guests,
both male and female (mostly male). By this time I was very feminine
looking and could pass as a female quite easily. Between the hormones
and the corset my body had very little choice in the matter. One weekend
when Master was out of town, I was loaned to a local Madame. I spent
most of the weekend (Friday afternoon to Monday morning) cleaning her
'house' and cleaning up after her 'girls'. What little sleep I got, I
got while between Madame's legs. Madame's lust was taken care of during
the early morning hours (after She closed) by my tongue. Saturday night
Madame was short handed, so She put me in the whipping stocks and
several clients used my ass for whipping and caning practice. Early
Monday morning, Master took me home where I resumed my normal duties. He
did take some pity on me that night and allowed me to sleep at His feet
after dinner. Another time, I was loaned to one of Master's male
friends, who on Saturday night took me to a gay men's S&M club where He
performed a whipping demo. After He had finished my ass and the back of
my thighs were scarlet in color. He then invited members of the audience
to try the technique out, ON ME! Long before they all finished my body
was long pass scarlet. It was black and blue, bruised purple and I was
thirsty and in pain. Taken from the stage, I was kept at His side,
kneeling on the floor. I was only allowed to get nourishment and fluid
from His cock. When I was first brought into the club, I was clothed as
always in my little girl's dress. The only attention the members paid me
was disdain. Once I was stripped and exposed as a male, I captivated
their attention. The rest of the night their hands were all over me, but
most of their attention centered on my cock and tits. I was kept on edge
the remainder of the night.
One night, Master had two gentlemen over for dinner. Before they
arrived, He briefed me that they were straight homophiles. And I best be
on my super best behavior. All through dinner, both guests had their
hands up my skirt, foundling my ass. Finally during desert, I crawled
under the table and sucked first one then the other off. As I climbed
out from under the table, I sensually licked the cum from my lips to the
smiles from the guests. The ice in Master's eyes told me I was going to
pay for my little spurt of independence. When the evening was over and
the guests had left, Master dragged me to the cellar punishment room.
There I was gagged with a leather plug gag. This gag is the most hateful
gag of all. It not only muffles your cries, but it also dries out your
mouth. I was then tied face up on a sawhorse. Finishing, Master took a
short cat of nine tails made of rubber and for the next hour and a half
whipped my cock and balls. The whip handle was then shoved up my ass and
Master walked out. The next day was Saturday and I spent a large portion
of it tied to that sawhorse. I was alone, except when Master came in and
beat me some more with that whip. In the late afternoon, Master took me
back to my room, diapered me and put me into my crib. And to make sure I
stayed I was placed in short chains.
Shortly after this, Master brought home a new boy. In some ways, this
boy reminded me of myself when I came here. Within the week, the four
bikers showed up to break in the boy. And I assisted them. In a few
days, I am showing her the ropes and her duties. And then one night I am
put into Master's car and driven off. After a couple of hours of
driving, Master drives into this large estate. We are far from the
neighbors as I haven't seen a light for the last ten minutes. At the end
of the long driveway is a large white house. Master knocks on the door
and it is opened by a young, tall, well built girl with tush length
blond hair. She then leads us to the library and leaves us. Momentarily
we are joined by a tall older lady. She was very well dressed in
expensive and in style clothing. She stood almost six feet tall in Her
heels and cut an extremely attractive figure. Her dress and manner spoke
of wealth and power. The amber hair on Her head didn't have a speck of
grey (although she was in Her mid to late forties) and cascaded over Her
shoulders.
Master removed the leather collar I had worn since my 'induction' into
His service so many months ago. Reaching up under my hair, He grasped
the collar of my dress and in a single jerk ripped my dress off my body.
This procedure was repeated with my panties. I could only stand there in
my 5 inch heels, nylons and corset. Mistress then inspected me. She
first walked around me slowly while She contemplated my body. Then She
started a more detailed inspection of my body. Starting at the top of my
head, She first inspected my hair and scalp. Followed by my ears, eyes
and nose. Grasping my jaw in Her hand, She squeezed my jaw open and
inspected my throat, tongue, teeth and lips. She also had me stick out
my tongue as far as I could, which She measured. At my small hormone
induced tits, She massaged, squeezed and pinched them. She continued the
inspection with the comment.
"Not bad, but they need work."
Removing the corset, She inspected down my body to the crotch. My cock
reacted quickly to Her fondling and as She hefted my scum laden balls
Her only remark was.
"These will get very little use here."
My ass was inspected next. Marks from my last whipping at the S&M club
were still visible. She asked about them and then She struck my ass
several times my ass several times with quick hard slaps. Finishing Her
inspection with my feet, She straighten up and started haggling with
Master. I felt like I had just been inspected like a domestic animal up
for sale, which I was. They moved away from me so I could not make out
what they were saying. Finally they shook hands and She left the room.
Master walked back to me and gave me the news.
"Cunt, I've just sold you. We both knew this was coming. I have grown
tired of you and I like young, fresh toys. You are jaded and no longer
young or fresh enough. Your replacement is ready enough to take your
place. I couldn't set you free and I am not a murderer, so this is the
best solution."
As He finished Mistress walked in, followed by Her slave girl. Mistress
hands Master an envelope which He stuffs inside His coat and leaves.
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