The White Sissy Slave Society A Walk into Sissyhood
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I Want To Be A Sissy, Part 1 free porn video
Oh, my goodness! Today is going to be an exciting day.
Mistress and I will find out if I can finally fill the C-cup brassiere
she desires that I wear.
I am so excited!
A C-cup means so much to me. I adore my B's, the darling little girls,
but a Sissy can be so much more of a Sissy when her cup size says WOMAN!
As soon as I finish my morning toilette, Mistress will hook me into the
cutest white underwire C-cup bra I have even seen and the moment will be
here. I will fill the cups or not!
Please! Please! Please! I have tried so hard to improve my bust.
"I must, I must, I must improve my bust!"
Three months ago "my bust" would have seemed foreign to my ears.
Times change.
So do Sissies.
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My name was Jim (Ugh!) and Mistress's name is, do I dare to speak it,
Claire.
I am 35 and she is 33. Well I was 35. Sissies do not have ages. They just
are. So I am whatever Mistress wishes me to be in age. I hate diapers!
We were both Trust Fund babies. No problems with money. Never had and
never will. So convenient.
Made our life easy, in most ways fun and carefree. Nice house on the
beach in Malibu. All we could ask for.
And we loved each other and were happy with our blessings.
And the sex was good. Not good, Fantastic!
We did everything possible without breaking our backs or any other part
of the body.
And we so enjoyed it. Doctor, nurse; Nurse, patient; most members of the
Village People; even Priest, nun!
One evening, after the studly fireman saved the sweet 16 year old
Princess from the burning castle, we were lying, exhausted on the king
sized bed. Claire rolled over to me and pinched my right nipple.
"Oh, Jim, you were so strong! You saved me! I hope I thanked you
properly?"
I moaned: "Just what any red blooded sexual object would do, and yes, you
did! Several times!"
She tweaked my manly nipple. Hard!
A few minutes later, Claire turned to me again and pinched the other
nipple.
"Jim, let's be serious for a moment. In all the love making we have done
with each other, is there any one thing which we haven't done, which you
would like to try?
"Gee, Claire, I don't know. What can I say. You are marvelous and I think
I make you happy. Is there something we are missing?"
"Oh, I was just thinking that there is probably something that we haven't
done, but maybe we are too embarrassed or too shy to even talk about."
"There is not too much which embarrasses me, Claire."
"Well, I am ashamed to admit it, but there is one thing I have always
wanted to try, if only for a little while.
"I would like to try being a Dominatrix! There I said it! Do you think
less of me?"
I was stunned. My little Claire as a Dominatrix! OH MY GOD! I surely
didn't think any less of her. I was fascinated.
"Claire, go for it! I will help you any way I can (grin grin)." I am not
above a little kinkiness.
"Well, what about you? Come on be a big boy. There must be something that
you would like to happen to you, that you have been too embarrassed or
too shy to tell me. Now is your chance. What ever it is, you deserve it.
Go for it, Jim!"
I was staring to sweat. What could I say? Could I say it?
"Come on, Come on! We love each other, out with it!"
Finally a small voice mumbled something.
"What did you say? You were speaking so softly, I couldn't hear you.
Speak up like a man! You can do it! Nothing will surprise me or make me
think less of you."
A slightly bigger voice said:
"I want to be a sissy!"
There was a long pause. Claire was very still beside me. Her fingers,
which had been kneading my nipples, lowered to her side. I felt her
breathing fast and deeply. Finally:
"You want to be a sissy?"
"Well, only for a little while. It is just something that has always
fascinated me. And I have never tried it. Lord, no! And you said if there
was one thing we had never tried before. So that is it."
Claire laid there in thought. So did I. She spoke first.
"You know if I want to be a Dominatrix and you want to be a Sissy, we
could help each other tremendously.
It wouldn't have to be something long term. Just a little while, like you
said. And we have the money and the time and the place to be what we want
to be. Why shouldn't we?"
"I agree. I will do whatever it takes to help you be the Dominatrix of
your dreams."
"And believe me, if I am a Dominatrix, you will be a Sissy!"
Claire thought some more and leaned over once again and came on top me
and tweaked both my nipples at the same time, then smiled.
"Let's do this right. Let's pick a date to start this fantasy. As of that
date I will be a Dominatrix and you will be a Sissy. Before hand let's
use our money and set up whatever we need to do the job correctly. I can
see a spare bedroom becoming a discipline room and another bedroom
becoming a beauty salon. I can see latex clothing and diapers and
pinafores and handcuffs. This will be fun. Let's do it!"
"OK, but how about I set up the stuff you will need to be a Dominatrix
and you can get all that is needed to make me a Sissy. That way we will
both be surprised when the day comes."
"Excellent idea. It will be so much fun. Something new and quite
different for us. I suggest one month from today that both of our lives
will change, at least for a little while. And we will have fulfilled our
deepest dreams."
"One month!"
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Jim
There is so much information and resources you can find on the internet.
And if you have money, it can be yours. The next few weeks hurried by. I
got into my part of the set up quite intensively. Boxes arrived of which
Claire was not allowed to know the contents. I became quite adept at a
screwdrivers and wrenches, because almost all the equipment I had ordered
had to be assembled. It was a lot of fun. Even if I didn't have a
complete idea about what some of this stuff was used for. I had to ask
Claire for her measurements in order to order the proper couture for the
budding Dominatrix. I think everything should fit her. Seeing the get
ups, I am looking forward myself to seeing her in them.
In the third floor bedroom I installed an enlarged closet to hold all her
clothing, neatly hung. After hours of assembly, wooden benches and
stainless steel tables were ready to receive a willing or unwilling body.
There were stocks and racks with wrist and ankle restraints, bars from
which to suspend or hang an unfortunate person. One wall was covered with
accessories, such as; butt plugs, nipple clamps, leg spreaders, assorted
hand cuffs and neck restraints, and an awesome display of every size and
functionality of dildo the well equipped Mistress could wish for. One
corner of the room held a steel barred cage the size and height of a
kennel for a large dog. Inside the kennel were two steel bowls and a
steel bucket.
In the center of the room was a stainless steel adjustable operating
table. It could be used flat or tilted or configured into a U shape and
into an upside down U shape. There were three operating room lights hung
from the ceiling over the table. Around the table were utility tables
holding all manner of medical instruments, stainless steel and shiny.
Also near by were Medical holding racks holding enema bags and tubes of
all lengths and circumference. The most terrifying piece I had ordered
was the Gynecological Exam Chair. That scared me. The operating lights
would be able to be used on this apparatus also.
My Claire would have all she desires for her fantasy of being a
Dominatrix, provided by her loving Jim, unquestionably and somewhat
nervously.
____________________________________________________
Claire
Jim has been a busy little beaver, hustling around, building, measuring,
painting, making the worst racket.
He seems so happy.
I have been busy also. It was so much fun to stand Jim up on a short
stool and measure every inch of his body. Over the past few weeks I had
read up on what being a Sissy actually meant. I was surprised to find out
that I had choice as to what kind of Sissy I wanted Jim to become. I
didn't ask Jim because I am the Dominatrix and he is the Sissy. Duh!
There is the Baby Sissy. Complete with diapers, bottles, baby food,
pinafores, high chairs, cribs and potty training
I think not. Too messy!
There is the Little Girl/Teeny Bopper Sissy. Complete with bows on
pigtails, raging hormones, crinolines, petticoats, training bras, party
dresses and first periods.
I think not. I don't like teenagers, sissies or not. Too unpredictable,
and they cry a lot.
Then there is my choice for Sissy type. The Humiliated, Effeminate,
Feminized, pseudo woman, pseudo man who cringes at his/her state but
secretly wants to become more and more female while the Dominatrix keep
him/her just past the humiliating edge of sissydom.
My work over these three weeks centered on the bedroom on the second
floor with the attached bath. The room was painted light pink with gold
trim. The four poster bed was resplendent in sheer lacy white ruffled bed
curtains. The sheets were water stained silk of the deepest burgundy with
pink piping. There were fifteen ruffled pillows, all in pastels, piled
high at the head board.
There was a professional stage lighted make up vanity with three mirrors
on one wall and on another wall were huge closets containing the
frilliest and most ruffled frocks and skirts and blouses and the highest
of pumps arranged by color.
The bathroom I had converted into a complete beauty salon for my Sissy.
Just the sight of the huge stainless steel, torpedo shaped, 1940's salon
dryer attached to the ceiling and ready to consume any Sissy in sight,
gave me the chills. Bows, rollers, perm rods, end papers, hair nets,
bobbie pins, nylon capes, nail polishes, bottles of dyes and shampoos and
conditioners filled every drawer in the shampoo cabinet. The styling
chair, with numerous restraints to contain the nervous Sissy, sat under
the dryer on a slightly raised pedestal. Next to the styling chair was a
complete department store cosmetic counter. Everything that could
feminize and humiliate a Sissy was there. There were also a few pieces of
strange machinery placed by the styling chair. I will not describe them
right how. I just needed a Sissy to wander by.
I love my Jim. I am only too happy to make him the Sissy of his dreams.
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The month is up tomorrow.
"Jim, do you think we will sleep tonight?"
"I haven't slept for the past three nights. Are we doing the right thing?
Do you still want to go through with our plans?"
"Jim, darling, I know I still want to try being a Dominatrix. I think I
will be a good one. But it seems to me that once I become one, you will
bear the brunt of whatever activity happens from that time on. Are you
ready to obey your Mistress and be humiliated and shamed and even be in
pain because of your desire to be a Sissy?"
"Claire, I love you and hope you still love me during the time I am a
Sissy. But I want to experience what every Sissy experiences at the hands
of a demanding Mistress. That is part of the thrill and the horror of
being a Sissy. I will no longer be a man or a woman. I will be an abject
Sissy and you will be my benevolent, but stern, Mistress. While you learn
how to be a Dominatrix, I have to learn how to be a Sissy. No matter the
pain or the humiliation."
"OK, as agreed, this arrangement is for the period of one month. Unless,
I, as the Dominatrix, want to extend your Sissyhood. As a Sissy, of
course you have no say. It that correct?"
"Yes, Claire, as of breakfast tomorrow, you are my Mistress and I am your
Sissy!"
"Let's go to bed now and sweet dreams, my love."
"Jim, before you come to bed, when you go into the bathroom, please sit
down on the toilet to relieve yourself!"
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I did sleep very well. I couldn't believe it. When I awoke I heard Claire
bustling around in the Discipline Room which I had prepared. The vixen!
She couldn't wait till after breakfast. But I guess being the "Mistress"
gave you options not available to a mere "Sissy".
But I was hungry. So I dressed quickly as I would any day. The kitchen
was deserted as I expected. There was a note on the table: Good morning,
sleepyhead. Breakfast is on the stove, enjoy! I will be down soon.
And the breakfast was very enjoyable. Bacon, sausage, eggs and toast.
Just as I was finishing the last bite, Claire was behind me and put her
hands, very strongly, on my shoulders.
"Jim, dearest, are you finished with breakfast?"
I tried to turn around but she wouldn't let me.
"Well, good morning, Claire. Yes breakfast was quite delicious!"
"Then breakfast is over. You are mine, Sissy! Get down on your knees now!
Don't say a word! Do as you are told and nothing else!"
I dropped to my knees at Claire's harsh tone. She came and stood in front
of me. My God, she was wearing a deep burgundy leather bustier over tight
black leather pants and 4 inch black patent fuck me heels!
"On all fours, pussy Sissy, kiss my feet, lick my heels and the soles of
my pumps!"
She sat, regally, in the chair that I had been using. I lay prostrate at
her feet. A high heeled pump lowered itself to my mouth and my tongue at
once leapt to embrace the dangerous heel. I kissed and licked each
offered heel and when the sole was turned up to my eager tongue, I licked
the soles of each foot. A pump clad foot came to my mouth and pressed on
my lips, I had to open my mouth. And the devilish shoe slid inside my
mouth. The tip on the pointed pump played with my tonsils.
"I am your Mistress, Sissy! You may call me only "Mistress" or
"Goddess"."
"I will call you, Wendy Sissy!"
"You are not to speak to me unless I allow you to do so. Do not disobey
me in anything. If you do there will be severe punishments. I see that
you have done a very good job on my Discipline room. You might not think
that was a good idea after you have been punished, as all Sissies have to
be.
"I hope you enjoyed that breakfast because that is the last meat you will
taste while being a Sissy. I will feed you what I choose, when and if I
choose. If you displease me, that meal may be dog food and you will have
to lick the dish clean!"
"Now get up, wimp! Keep your eyes downcast and take off all your clothes.
Good Sissy!
"Now keep your eyes down but bring your wrists up even with your breasts
and allow your hands to go limp. "Tuck your elbows into your side and
wiggle your fingers. This position is your Sissy default position. Unless
I have you doing something else, you are to maintain this position at all
times; standing, walking, sitting."
"When I approach you, you are to curtsey deeply. If you are wearing
skirts you may move your hands to gracefully gather your skirts for the
curtsey."
"There will be many many more rules for a Sissy to follow but now I am
growing tired of seeing a naked Sissy in front of me. We will have to do
something about your nakedness. And also a Sissy should not have such a
boyish chest. We will have to do something about that also. So the first
things we will do to my new sissy is curl your hair (those sexy curlers
will be all that is required at this moment to cover your nakedness) and
I have a wild surprise to handle a Sissy's chest."
"Turn, Sissy Wendy, and follow me into the quarters I have prepared for
you. Sit in the styling chair and Sissy will soon have a head full of
prickly wire mesh curlers.
(Sissy Wendy) My mouth tastes like crap from the pumps in my mouth and
from my tongue licking between Mistress' toes. As soon as Mistress opens
the door to the Sissy Room, I see the ruffles and the mirrors and the
complete Beauty Salon. This is my Sissy life for the next month, at
least. My stomach turns. But Mistress is the Dominatrix she desired to be
and I am the Sissy I asked to be. What an experience! Why do I think
Mistress is going to enjoy this month a lot more than I.
"Sit in the Styling Chair, Sissy Wendy. You may respond if I ask you a
question."
"Sissy Wendy, how tight shall I roll these curlers into your hair?"
"Mistress, as tight as you can get them. I want to be the curliest Sissy
I can be for you."
"Well said, Sissy! Now lean back and I will shampoo my little Sissy. And
then wind your locks as tight as possible because you will be wearing the
curlers all day and all night.
"How does that make you feel, Sissy Wendy?"
"I beg for the chance to suffer pain and humiliation as my Mistress
desires!"
"Well, I can certainly oblige you in that. Here hold the box of curlers
and pins and hand one to me as I need them. Sissies have to help in their
feminization"
(Mistress Claire) I like this!
(Sissy Wendy) Oh, she is pulling my hair soooo tight. And she is not
gentle when jabbing in the holding pins for the curlers. So this is what
it feels like for a Sissy to get a wet set. So many curlers, soooo tight!
It feels so good. I think she in done. What is that? A pink ruffled hair
cap is being lowered over the curlers and tied in a bow at the back. Nice
touch! Speaking of touch, here come her hands, pressing on the sides and
the crown of my head. I experience the pain of the prickly mesh curlers
being pressed into my scalp. She loves to press down hard. Now what! OH
MY GOD! I see it coming!
"Sissy, you are so cute with your hair all in rollers. But now I have to
lower this antique 1940's stainless steel torpedo shaped dryer all around
your curlers. It is rather frightening, isn't it?"
"Mistress, it won't hurt me, will it?"
"Such a cute question from a Sissy. So what if it does? You are just a
Sissy, not a real woman under the dryer. I hope all the electricity is
working well and is safe."
"How does it feel to have that powerful machine all around your head?"
"Mistress, I am scared. This has never been done to me before."
"Well, it will be a daily occurrence for you from now on. But before I
turn it on we still have to start doing something about your boyish
chest.
Sissies are not boys and they are not girls either. But they have to have
Sissy breasts to be a real Sissy. Mistresses love to play with, and
torment, Sissy Boobs. Guess what?! You are going to have breasts, just
like a girl. I have a machine called a Male Breast Enlargement Vacuum
Suction Therapy Device. It has been designed for the express purpose of
enlarging Sissy breasts to whatever size the Sissy's Mistress desires.
For you, Sissy Wendy, for the first month, I desire that you become a B-
Cup. You will be attached to this machine three times a day, and during
your drying under the dryer will always be a very good time to increase
your bust.
"Let me get my Sissy all hooked up to the MBEVSTD. It hooks on just like
a bra. You will get very familiar with bras very shortly. Let me puts the
straps over your arms and shoulders and hook in in the back. In place of
bra cups, which are so soft and heavenly, we have two cone shaped cups
with rubber gaskets around the open end and a tube leading to the
compressor at the top of the cone. I will place the open ends over your
breast area and tighten the straps so that there is a tight seal then I
turn it on and, voila!, my Sissy's having her breasts pumped up over and
over again.
"Now, take your hands and hold the cups in place until a proper suction
is established. OK, I will turn the MBEVSTD on!
"WHOA! That sucker is strong! How does it feel?
(Sissy Wendy) Like my chest is being torn off. Suck, pull, hold, release:
over and over. Sometimes the hold part is for a long time. Sissy is
having second thoughts about this whole thing.
"Well that seems to be working well. Now I will turn on the dryer to very
hot and I will see my Sissy in about 40 minutes.
"Enjoy!"
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