The White Sissy Slave Society A Walk into Sissyhood
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Five hours in the squalor of my kennel. The bowl is licked clean. I am
filthy. Even as a dog, I have failed. I am unable to clean myself with
my tongue as a proper dog could easily do.
Five hours caged as a bad bitch dog.
Five hours to contemplate how I have, selfishly, caused pain and sorrow
to my Mistress. Oh, how could I have done such a thing! For the fleeting
thrill (Oh My God, it was wonderful!) of Fire and Ice lipstick
sensuously coating my unworthy lips, I have committed the mortal sin of
causing my Mistress to be disappointed in her Sissy.
Five hours locked up as a mongrel, lying naked in my filth, unable to
move as a human being, has taught me that my desire to be a Sissy is
perfectly correct for me. I have accepted my position, caged or uncaged,
as a true Sissy. I live for my Mistress' commands. I will obey my
Mistress' commands and rules. I have ceased to be Jim. I am Sissy Wendy!
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Five hours in my punishment kennel are up.
Mistress Claire returns, as she said she would, OH Divine Creature, but
she says not a word to me as she unlocks the door to the kennel and
motions me to crawl out. I feel terrible, knowing that I must be
emitting a terrible smell which could offends my Goddess' nose.
Silently Mistress inspects me and my cage. The bowl has been licked
clean and the pail has been properly used. A slight smile crossed her
stern lips. She points to her feet and I crawl as fast as possible to
lick her feet. As I am licking and savoring the soles of her boots, she
releases my handcuffs and points to the shower, handing me a pink shower
cap to cover my still curled hair.
Gratefully, I take the frilly cap and tuck my rollers into it's
confines, and step into the shower. Mistress hands me a bar of coarse
soap and turns the shower on cold only. The icy water attacks my flesh
and I shudder and shiver as the dirt of the kennel is washed off my
Sissy skin. Soon I am smelling like a Sissy girl and not a Sissy dog. I
step out of the shower and Mistress hands me a large fluffy pink towel.
I dry my body and present myself to Mistress in the proper Sissy
position. My limp wristed fingers wiggle hopefully for Mistress to give
me new commands. Commands which I will unfailingly accomplish.
As I wrap the towel high around my breasts in the feminine fashion,
which I know to be also the Sissy fashion, Mistress reaches up and takes
the shower cap off my berollered head. She leads me to the styling chair
and has me sit, naked but for the towel, in its' soft confines. She
motions for me to let the towel fall naturally around my body. She
leaves the room, as I sit in a beauty salon styling chair, naked but
clean, with my hair curled, awaiting the next feminine torture she can
envision for me.
Mistress returns pushing the compressor and carrying the vacuum breast
pumps.
"Sissy Wendy, by being a naughty Sissy, you have missed your scheduled
time for nipple and breast enlargement suction therapy. Now you will
have to do a double time session in the suction cups. I am not sure how
that will affect your skin but that is your problem, not mine. While
your breasts are being enlarged to the proper womanly dimensions for a
ultra feminine Sissy, I will style your hair into the most sissified
girlish hairstyle I can devise.
"I hope your time being punished did you some good. Next time, if there
is a next time, I will not be so nice to a naughty Sissy. You know that
I love you, or what used to be you, and that you asked for this
treatment, so you will have to take the good with the bad, and I can be
very bad to a Sissy who offends me, husband or not."
"Mistress Claire, I am your Sissy for you to do whatever you want to me.
My time in the kennel confirms for me that the only function I have in
this life is to do what my Mistress commands."
Yes, my Love, that is your only function. Good for you that you embrace
the reality of your situation. Since you wanted to be a Sissy, I intend
to put you through the most humiliating and emasculating and sissifying
feminine torments I can devise. That is the only way to make sure that
you get your wish to be a Sissy. Be prepared. You can't imagine what I
have in store for my Sissy husband!
"Now don't say another word, shhhhh, I am going to give you a hairdo
that will make you blush. A hairdo that you will have to wear, with
pride while you cringe in embarrassment, anywhere I take you or tell you
to go, at least until you have your perm at the salon in a few days. OH,
this is going to be so much fun. For me! Not so much for you.
"Now before I start taking down your rollers, bend over from the waist
as you sit there in your styling chair, and let your little cupcakes
fall naturally into the plastic cups of the boob enlarger. That's it!
Already you are able to have your own breasts dangle and fall into those
frightening cups. Now press the cups tightly to your chest and sit back
holding the cups till the suction takes over."
Mistress squeezed my shoulder and flipped the switch on the compressor.
The suction was immediate. Those cupcakes were being sucked out and held
and let go and pulled out and held and let go. It was as if a locomotive
was pulling on my tender male breast tissue.
I moaned.
"Oh, dear, does that give you pain?"
She reached to adjust the controls of the vacuum pump and instantly the
suction became even greater.
I moaned louder.
"Ok, I am glad you like that setting better. Now to your hair. I think
it has been set for long enough now. I bet those prickly rollers have
been quite uncomfortable. I always tried to avoid using them. I knew
that they hurt, especially after a while. I think you have had them in
ten times longer that I ever had to endure them. Luckily Sissies can
take so much more pain."
I took my hands down from the vacuum cups. The suction was now so
intense, there was no way those cups would falter. I sat there with two
vacuum cups being my humiliating mechanical bra. The machine continued
doing it's painful and humiliating job as Mistress Claire surveyed the
first few curls she had unwound from my Sissy head.
"OH, Wendy Sissy, you have the sweetest and strongest curls! I am going
to take forever, teasing and brushing and styling and back combing and
spraying and tying extra cute bows into your first Sissy hairdo! And
that is just what I am going to do to you. Just think what they are
going to do to you down at my beauty salon! Now since you have to have a
double session for your boob job, I will have so much time to make sure
your elegant coiffure matches in femininity the womanly tits you are
going to have shortly. I bet that by tomorrow, you will begging to be
fitted for your Sissy bras and girdles!
"Sissy Wendy, please tell your Mistress what you will be begging for."
"Oh great Mistress, PLEASE, I beg you, take me to be fitted for bras and
girdles and foundation garments and corsets and night gowns and whatever
else you want me to wear to be the most sissified sissy you could ever
have. By your loving command, I will be as humiliated as a man can be,
as a professional foundation fitter molds my unworthy male flesh to fit
the confines of the tightest and most constricting feminine control
garments. Make me stand there, in my shame, trying on bra after bra
after bra, till you find the style that best showcases my abject
sissiness. Maybe the fitting can take place in the middle of the
dressing room. You want your Sissy to be seen by all the women in the
lingerie shop, on display as a bra and girdle model. I bet those women
will get all kinds of ideas about how to get their husbands into bras
and girdles."
"Good Sissy! You are learning your place.
"Oh, these curls are magnificent! Should I think Shirley Temple or Doris
Day? What do you think, Sissy Wendy?"
I think I am going to faint from the vapors as any sissified male, being
turned into Shirley Temple or Doris Day would surely do.
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