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Sissy Situation
By Ellen
(It has been a long time since my last contribution to Fictionmania - I
hope this helps give you readers something very erotic to read.)
Her arms were up against the doorway as she stood staring at me as I was
dressed in my silky pink bra, panties, garter belt, stockings, and high
heels. My long blonde hair wig cascading over my shoulders, with a touch
of make-up, the usual lipstick, blush and eye shadow. When training with
Mistress, I am not given much time to prepare for her when she comes over
to the house. When she had called me to tell me to prepare for a visit, I
was anxious as to what she had in mind today. As I demurely gazed back
at her drinking in the Thigh High leather boots she wore, tight black
leather skirt, and a studded leather corset, laced very tight, and
accentuating her breasts.
"My Darling little Sissy, you know what time it is?" she asked smiling at
me.
I was aroused by her tone when she continued.
"It's time to learn how to suck cock," Mistress stated in a serious tone
to her voice.
I froze in disbelief did I just hear her right.
"If You're going to be my sissy, it's goes far beyond just dressing up in
those frilly bra and panties and women's undergarments, it's not just
about dressing up, you have to learn to be a perfect little slut." She
explained.
By this time I felt my heart racing, I figured this was just her way of
teasing me, like a joke.
"That means having to suck cock," she said.
Her hands would go to her sides and Mistress slowly pressed her fingers
against the hem of her skirt, and slowly raised it up revealing a pink
strap on dildo. The smile on her mouth was saying it all, she was
serious and ready to take my training to a new level. I had never
thought my relationship would take this turn.
It all began a few months back; it's when I first met Mistress. I was
out with some friends at a bar in the neighborhood. It was Monday Night
Football as I remember, I have to admit, I was not really that much into
watching the game that night, I did go just to hang with a few of my guy
friends. Grab a drink, eat some bar food, talk about the usual crap.
That night my mind seemed to wonder as there were several ladies in the
bar whom were just wearing the sexiest clothes, and I will confess right
now, I am a crossdresser, so I was really eyeing them out of envy more
than lust. I couldn't tell you how often I would find myself admiring
the pretty things women got to wear.
This is when Irene noticed me, she was a bartender at the place, and as
she was pouring libations to the customers, she would give me these
glances, and I saw that she had seemed to take an interest in me. She
poured a draft beer and slide it to me, as she leaned in smiling. She
introduced herself, which never ever happened to me before. I found it
very flattering, she was pretty also. Wearing skin tight jeans, and a
scoop neck top revealing the tops of her female attributes. Her shoulder
length red hair, tied back in a ponytail.
During the night as the guys were really into the game, I pretty much
found myself making small talk with Irene, she was giving me free drinks,
and I was leaving her nice tips. I was never hit on before, and honestly
it may have been over my head, but the more I drank, the more open I
became, and the faster time seemed to pass us by. Before I even knew it
one of my friends tapped me on the shoulder.
"That game sucked," he grimaced. "My fantasy football went down the
toilet. I'll catch you later."
I don't even think he realized that for most of the night I was at the
bar talking to this nice woman, as the bar emptied out at the end of the
game. Irene boldly asked me if I was interested in going out on a date
with her.
Mistress walked towards me and my eyes fixated on that Strap on cock, My
heart still pounding as she came closer to me placing her hands on my
shoulder, finger playfully flicking at the strap of my bra.
"I see your lips starting to quiver," she said. "Your pretty lipstick
covered lips." She paused and stared at me. "You want to suck cock for me
don't you?"
I found myself breathing heavier, and her presentation was hypnotic in
ways that I just was compelled to agree with anything, everything, that
she had to say.
"Secretly you fantasized about it, how it would feel to have a cock
sliding in and out of that slutty mouth of yours."
She guided me down on my knees in front of her, with my face right in
front of her sex toy, I looked up at her as she looked down, and I knew,
I knew how much I was in this woman's control.
"Come on stick out your tongue and get your lips wet for me." She moved
her tongue over her lips to demonstrate what she wanted me to do. "That's
a good girl."
I felt the room spinning a little, the way she was talking to me, it was
so sexy, so enticing.
"Look at you already such a good slut, dressed up like that, on your
knees, with your mouth open and tongue hanging out, like a cock hungry
little whore. You want it so badly, my perfect sissy, so eager to please,
such a good girl, now let's put that mouth to work." Mistress was ready
to expand my mind.
Irene and I had gone out a few times together, they were really pleasant
dates, I was the perfect gentleman. You know the type, open the doors
for the lady, pulls out her chair, waits for her to sit down first,
stands up when she needs to get up. I guess deep down if I were a woman,
I too would of wanted to be treated that way to. In my mindset my secret
desires which I had thought were hidden from society and merely presented
themselves in the privacy of my own home, I guess you could say I had
great empathy for women. I was always complimenting her on her outfits,
shoes, even if I noticed something she did with her eyes, I was very
attentive. Maybe that is what attracted her to me in the first place,
she saw potential.
We had gone for a walk along the lakeshore after dinner; it was a
beautiful night, clear skies, and the orange glow in the West from where
the sun was just beginning to hide itself. I looked at Irene and she
looked at me, it seemed like a romantic moment. I have to honest I felt
compelled to want to kiss her, but then she beat me to it, and her taking
the lead, kind of offset me in a way that I felt vulnerable and even
trembled. The kiss was gentle and as she pulled away she had a look on
her face, as if she knew things about me, which no one ever knew. I have
to say it took my breath away when she said, "I think you have a little
bit of girl in you."
"Now hold out that tongue and swirl it around inside your mouth, Watch
me, a nice wet tongue get a lot of spit on there," she instructed.
As she spoke she demonstrated exactly what I needed to do.
"Good, now do that, just around the tip of my cock, lots of spit, I want
you to love that cock show it just how much you love it, now pucker up
and gently kiss around the tip."
I felt her hand on my head, her fingers running through the strands of
hair from my wig, it was sending shivers down my back, as I continued to
listen and perform her instructions.
"Get your lipstick on the tip," she said.
I kiss the tip of her strap on, looking up into her eyes for approval as
to what I was doing. I could not conceal the arousal in my panties
either.
Mistress continued, "Look at you, you're so pretty when you get hard,
this is making horny isn't it?"
I would nod to let her know that I was very horny.
Then she went there. "Just imagine sucking a cock for real, my hand on
the back of your head, guiding you."
I was increasingly getting excited; the thought of her taking me to that
level was just driving me wild.
Then she said, "Coaching You, instructing you, my hand pushing your head
deeper." And as she said all this I felt her hand doing it, "telling you
to take it deeper, but not yet, to be a good cocksucker you can't be too
eager, can't jump on that dick and just start hammering it in your mouth
just deep throating it. You have to take it nice and slow and sensual.
Take in the tip into your mouth, just the tip, and work it in your mouth,
swirl your tongue around it, that's it. Hold it gently in your mouth, no
teeth."
The moment I felt everything, from the heels, stockings, to my own penis
throbbing inside the confines of my panties, the way my wig brushed
against the bare skin of my shoulders, I was in tune with my femininity
and here I was getting cock sucking instruction from my Mistress, it was
so surreal.
She complimented me, "That's a good girl, such a good girl." She noticed
things were raging under my panties, "There you go, oh your clittie is
getting so hard isn't it?"
I would nod to her, feeling so at ease so calm so collected, her soothing
voice, beckoning me.
Mistress continued, "I want this to be a good experience for you, a
positive horny experience for you, so as you continue to suck my dick, my
lady cock, with your little whore mouth." She would laugh softly, " I
want you to stroke yourself, I want to see you cum and make a big mess in
your panties, with that cock in your mouth." Her hand continued to hold
the back of my head making sure there was no backing out as she educated
me. "I'm going to brainwash you, trained you to be so turned on by
sucking cock, you can barely control yourself, that you will need to suck
cock, after cock, after cock, never getting tired of it because it makes
you so horny."
My hand was rubbing the front of my panties as I was following her cock
sucking instructions, and it was certainly taking me to an orgasmic
height that I could no longer see myself being able to get aroused
without the thought of my lips wrapped around a cock.
Irene and I sat down on a bench, I was finding trouble speaking, what she
had said after the kiss sent me for a loop, I couldn't tell if she had
seen through my soul or not, that's when she placed her hand on my knee,
and told me to relax. She was a very intuitive woman and from the first
time she noticed how I seemed to be looking at the other women in the bar
that night, not as a predator looking to mate, but as person who had envy
in there heart, she read me like a book. I was confessing my life to
her, how I first started wearing women's clothing at a young age in
secret. She was comforting; she was quite the take charge woman. Before
the night was up, she had me back at my place, modeling my stash of
ladies clothes for her. That's when before she left; she made it clear
that from that night on. I could no longer call her Irene, that I must
address her with respect and call her Mistress, and she would help me
experience how to express the woman within me. That's exactly what she
did to me. Each time she would come over I was taught something new,
tips on shaving, applying make-up; brushing out my wigs, even how to wear
my breast forms. I was hooked on her. I loved her.
"So stroke yourself, stroke yourself through those panties, and Suck,"
she continued. "Suck and stroke at the same time." I could feel her
hand pressing on the back of my head now. "While I slowly push that cock
deeper into your mouth, down your throat, now slowly and sensually deep
throat that cock, you dirty cock sucking whore, such a little cock whore
aren't you?" I was feeling myself so ready to explode but I knew I could
not without her permission her words sent me further and further into a
frenzy of wanting to cum so bad. "Taking that deeper, perfect little
cocksucking sissy, "Keep stroking, keep sucking, I want your spit
dripping off that cock. Feel that cock hitting the back of your throat,
keep stroking yourself!" "That's a good girl!"
The compliments, and the tone of her sultry sexy voice were oh so mind
controlling me I was feeling so ready..oh so ready.
Mistress ordered, "I want you to fucking cum for me, with my ladycock in
your mouth." "That's a good girl that a my good sissy slut, I want to see
how much you can cum for me, now choke on it!"
I could feel her hand push my head harder and I had to take it all in,
almost gagging on her strap on, it was too much.
"Now cum for me!" she ordered.
I lost it, I had my orgasm my legs almost cramping up from being in that
kneeling position so long, my mouth aching. I could feel the warm streams
of cum soak through my panties and onto my fingers.
She smiled down at me as I looked back up at her. "Your first cock
sucking lesson, such a good girl, such a pretty girl, drool running down
your chin, with your lipstick all smeared, and cum all over your panties,
such a sight to see. My Pretty little slut sissy."
As I raised my fingers to my mouth to lick them clean. I do love this
woman, My Mistress. In the back of my mind I knew she would come walking
through that door next time, with a man for me to blow. I could see it
in her eyes.
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