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The Mistress Monologues
By Cassandra Morgan
"You see, Doc, it's like this. I like a boyfriend with titties."
I looked at the bartender's face for the shock value. I was disappointed
that I didn't see any. Usually, when I told people about my love of the
simpering girly-boys, I at least got a flinch. Something.
This time? A blank stare.
Look, there are all sorts of tastes of all sorts of flavors. Some women
liked the blond surfer dudes with their tan bodies and their flat
stomachs. Some women liked black men, with their white teeth and their
legendary sexual equipment. Some women liked old fat guys, or small
Asians, or hairy bikers. Hell, some women liked other women. Half the
couples you see you coudn't imagine together.
Hey, Doc. I'm Viper. Glad to meet you. Yeah, I've been here a few times.
It's a cool place. The music isn't so loud. You can still talk. People
are friendly. No one hassles you. And a girl can find what she likes.
Me? I liked the sissies.
It's just how I'm wired.
Who doesn't like a sissy? They're pretty as girls, and they're as loyal
as boys. You can make them cook and clean and iron. You can dress them
like toy dolls. And you can play sex games with them. If you get two
sissies, you can make them use each other's dicks for pacifiers. That's
so sweet the first time it happens. I love the surrender.
Hey, girls' clothes are prettier than boys' clothes. No arguing that. And
perfume smells nicer than cologne. To my way of thinking, a sissy who
takes care of herself is 100 times better than a construction work who
doesn't. A sissy who will make me breakfast is bed is a lot better than
someone who tells me where the Egg McMuffin's are sold, you know?
What could be better? A pretty little toy, or a badass motorcycle rider.
Hey, what if I want to be the badass motorcycle rider?
I've had men, and some of them were manly enough to get me going, you
know? But most of those guys are arrogant and demanding, and they smell,
well, like men. They are surrounded by so much of their own bullshit they
should sleep in a pasture. And I've had women. Some of them sweet and
feminine, some of them butch and aggressive. But they didn't do it for
me, either. To much Helen Reddy hear-me-roar shit. To much time about
their monthlies.
No, what I needed was a part man, part woman.
I needed a sissy. A convertible. A bi-gender.
What's that, Doc? Yeah, I guess you could call me a domme. A few have.
But people get me wrong. I don't take perfectly formed straight men and
wave a wand over them and - presto - instant sissy. It takes the right
kind of guy, a guy with an inclination toward it. I just kind of guide
them down the path, you know. So what if that path is lined with pansies?
How is a Mistress made? Oh, I don't know. Start with a little girl
climbing trees. Start with a girl who felt absolutele delight when she
would punch her older brother, and he would run crying to mom. Start with
a high school girl under the basket, sweating her ass off for a rebound.
Start with a girl who didn't want a cure little sports car; I'd rather
have a muscle truck. Start with a girl whose boyfriends always seemed to
be small and skinny and soft, because those are the men she seeks.
I was born to this, Doctor Bartender. Hell, the first time I ever had
sex, I was on top. It just seemed natural to me. You go the top of a
mountain, or to the top of a building. Why not be on top in sex coupling?
I was the chick with a screwdriver and a wrench in her hands when
something went wrong with the plumbing. I was the girl with the
handcuffs, not the girl in them. You know?
That's why I'm here tonight, Doc. In your bar, with you making me Jack
and Coke while all the pretty boys flit about. Oh, I don't want it to be
too easy. The boys in dresses can dance with each other. That's no
challenge. I want the boy with the hunted eyes., the boy who who is
looking for control.
In a bar like this, a Fetish Bar, you must see those kind of boys a lot.
The sissies on the edge, I call them. All it will take is a little push,
and they'll be facedown in your pussy before the next station break. I
want to pick well, though. A sissy is worse than a damn dog at following
you around. You feed it, you pierce a nipple, and you'll never get rid of
the bitch. You ever know a sissy to leave a Mistress on her own? Shit.
You can spank her, work her, cage her ... you can plump her boobs out
halfway through the fucking alphabet, and they'll just wait for you to
frost their hair.
God love them for that. I love me a loyal sissy. I love the way they
flounce in front of company, even if it's their own damn mother. I love
how they take to skirts. What percentage of skirts are even bought by
women these days? I think sissies must buy most of them. Especially the
pink ones.
Now, there's a pretty boy, Doc. Nice long hair. I love long hair. Fuck a
wig. Wigs are hats made of hair, am I right? Give me a boy with a full
head of hair, and we're halfway there. I want bangs longer than his dick.
That's my rule.
Did you know that most sissies have tiny dicks? It's true, Doc. A sissy
is like a tube of chapstick down there. It's okay. If I want a big one, I
can buy it and put batteries inside. I think small dicks come with the
inclination. Big dicks become point guards and quarterbacks. Little dicks
are waiting for a cock cage. It's the natural order of things. If God did
not want them in cock cages, he wouldn't have made them button-dicks.
Pour me another one, Doc. Momma needs some liquid. You know, I was in
college the first time I found me a sissy. He was a little guy,
effeminant, soft. Hell, I knew what he was. I knew he wanted to wear my
clothes. So I'd leave my dresses out. Hell, I didn't care. It's just
cloth, you know? We spent all our days talking about what people are
wearing, and all of our nights trying to get them to take it off.
So I trapped him, and I barged in on me. Hah. You should have seen me
act. I was so upset. He was a freak and I was betrayed, boo-hoo, and if
he loved me he would keep the panties on, just to show me. That didn't
even make any fucking sense. If I was so upset, why would I want him to
keep them on? But he was scared, the way most sissies are, and he wanted
to believe me, because that meant he could keep dressing.
I turned that son of a bitch it about 45 seconds. Hah. The bitch cooked
for me, and cleaned for me, till our senior year. Eventually, he left me
for a guy with a Fu Manchu. Turns out, he wasn't satisfied with my
plastic dick. He wanted a real one. But that's cool. The world needs all
the cocksuckers it can get. How about you, Doc? You getting your cock
sucked often enough? By her? The waitress? That surprises me, Doc. I
would have thought you were a Man's Man. Sure you don't switch teams?
Hey, no offense. I've certainly sucked enough cocks. But not so much
sissy cock. Those are too little. But there is nothing like having your
sissy next to you when you suck a real one. That way, you can shotgun it
right into her mouth. Sissies love that. Third-party sperm. I swear, most
of the sissies I've had would just as soon have it that way as directly
from the source.
Of course, they like licking it out of you, too. You know what's fun. If
they have to clean it out of your ass. That way, all sorts of tastes
blend together. You can just see a Sissy's mind work. What is that? Is
that him? Is that her? It's like a fan meal. Different flavors with every
mouthful.
Oh, hi there. Sorry, I don't smoke. Doc here can probably give you a
light. I'm Viper. Mistress Darth? What? Did you watch Star Wars too many
times? Come on, say it. Luke, I am your father. That cracks me up.
Well, that's nice of you, but I'm not looking for a Mistress. Same side
of the coin, Darth. What's that? A Super Mistress? What's that? Oh, you
only seduce other Mistresses? Well, I think I'll decline. I know, I know.
A lot of Mistresses switch. They're as likely to serve as be served. But
that isn't me. No offense.
No, thank you. I don't want you to pee on me. I don't like water sports.
Not as a pee-er, and not as the pee-ee. Hey, I wish you luck. Plenty of
daffodils in the garden, you know. Goodnight.
What's that, Doc? Yeah, I liked the tats, too. It's hard to find good
ink, isn't it? I had all that barbed wire shit. Look, here. See the way
the swort handles are on the biceps and the blade runs all the way down
the arm. It makes me smile when I see it. I didn't want a fucking cartoon
character. That's Sissy shit. Daisy Duck? Minnie Mouse? Jessica Rabbit?
Fuck that.
Hey, Doc I want to send a drink over to that guy. No, the little one. The
one with the pink shirt. What kind of man wears pink to a public bar?
I'll tell you. The kind who wants a bubble bath, that's who. No, wait. Is
that his boyfriend? Yep. They kissed. Never mind. I don't mess with a
Sissy who is taken. So what if he's down with the rainbow. I like gay
guys.
You ever been panties, Doc? You should try it. Panties are fun. Even for
straight guys. There is something erotic about wearing them that will
make your noodle pay attention.You'd look good in panties. I bet Miss
Wonderful would like it.
No? Don't be so sure. That's the hidden truth here. A lot of girls like
boys to crossdress as badly as the girls want it. Sure, there are a lot
of would be Sissies out there, Sissies who sneak their wives' panties on
and pretend that she is ordering them to dress like that. But the truth
is, a lot of us girls think it's kinky, too. But you know the truth, Doc?
It isn't the clothes. Not when you think that in other cultures, where
women wear robes or whatever, guys still dress like girls. It's us they
love, Doc. It's our bearing. It's our essence.
Oh, hi. What's that? Jake? Jake, meet my friend Doc. He's the best damn
bartender here at the Oasis. A little later, he's going to let me put him
in panties.
Jake! You didn't really ask me my sign, did you? Have you ever been out
before? That's a line for the church social, babe. You see that lady over
there? I'll bet she would love a guy with a hairpiece like yours. Why
don't you go tell her how you're in the million-dollar club?
That was funny, Doc. It takes all kinds. But, you know, that's my point.
Would you rather have Disco Duck there, or some nice Sissy Boy? I'll bet
Disco doesn't have much of a cock either. I'd rather be the one with the
cock. Oh, I like it that way. I like hearing my Sissy wimper as I enter
him. I love the first time, when her eyes get wide and she knows her life
has changed. I love when it stops being an intrusion like someone
stickinga baseball bat up their ass and starts being the world's greatest
pleasure. I'll be honest. I have never, not ever, had a sissy who didn't
beg for it the second time. One time, and their ass in yours. One time,
and when you touch their butt the next time, they get hard as a calculous
final.
Well, hello there, pretty boy. What are you doing sitting next to me?
Really? An accident? Are there accidents in life? No, don't apologize.
I'm Viper. Pleased to meet you? Danny? Oh, I love it. Danny can be a
boys' name or a girls' name. Do you spell it with a "y" or an "i?" Don't
decide that yet.
What are you doing here, Dani? She left you? Stupid bitch. Not man enough
for her? Well, maybe the sword wasn't big enough, and maybe the scabbard
was too damn big. Fuck her. Hey, nice ring. Was that your mom's? Oh, I'm
just kidding Dani. You have nice hands. No, I don't think they're girly
at all. Well, maybe, but I think small hands are a sign of intelligence.
You ever know a great artist with hairy knuckles?
Sure, we can dance. But do mind if I lead? I was the tall girl in class,
and I always had to dance with other girls, and so I led. Huh. You're
head is at the same height as my breasts. Try not to put an eye out,
Dani. Mmm. You have a nice back. Ever wear a bra? The strap would go
right there.
You have pretty hair. No, you shouldn't cut it, I don't care if the band
broke up or not. What's that? I don't care. I think you have nice eyes.
They could use a little lightening. Oh, don't be silly. Guys wear makeup
all the time. Have you ever seen a TV newscaster? They carry more blush
around than I do.
No, thank you. Let's go sit back at the bar. Doc is my friend. You'll
like him. But not like that. Doc's got a girlfriend. A shame, huh? I'll
bet he's built down there.
What? No, I didn't think you'd care. I was just making conversation. I've
got to tell you, I find Doc attractive. Besides, what's the big deal
about sleeping with another guy? No, I don't think you're gay. But the
penis fits in the mouth for a reason, Dani. Hey, I suck cocks. Am I less
of a person than you? You should try it. Stop fighting it.
Dani, I'm going to be honest with you. I'm kind of a Mistress, okay. I'm
a domme. Don't look around. Look at me. Dani, I can take you to heights
you have never dreamed of reaching. I can make every nerve ending in your
body tingle.
Sex? Oh, baby. Don't believe everything you see in the movies. We'll have
normal sex. Well, normal enough. If we have sex, of course. I'm an old-
fashioned girl.
What's that, Ju-Ju Bean. Oh, I like that. Can I call you Ju-Ju Bean? I
love pet names. Say it. Say "I'm Ju-Ju Bean, and I'm a Viper Girl. Huh?
Oh, a Viper Boy. I made a mistake. Still, you kind of look a little like
a girl in this light. No, that's not an insult. I think it speaks to how
attractive you are. You don't have a big jaw or a beard, thank God.
You're a little androgynous. The best-looking people are. David Bowie.
Ellen. Like that.
Do you like my skirt? It's new. It's so soft. You know, I've never
understood why guys don't wear skirts. Don't laugh. I'm serious. They're
soft, and they're smooth, and they feel devine when they brust your legs.
Have you ever worn one? No? Want to? Ha-ha. Of course I'm kidding, Ju-Ju
Bean. You're my guy. What girl wants her guy to be girl.
I need to freshen my lipstick. Here. Hold still. I just want to put a
little on you. Shush. No one will notice. It feels terrific. Trust me.
Now be still or I'll spank you. Do you like spankings? After all, this is
a fetish bar. I'll bet half the guys in here are going to get tanned
tonight.
Ju-Ju Bean, how do you feel about oral sex? No, on Doc. Silly, of course
on me. I don't want us to get ahead of ourselves, but I love being
licked. Yeah, I bet you are good at it. Are you smooth? I don't like
hairy guys against my legs.
You're going to think I'm impetuous, Ju-Ju Bean. But why don't you come
home with me. Oh, I have something you can sleep in. You'll find
it...comfortable. We can wake up and have breakfast together. Oh, you'll
have to make it. I don't know how to cook. But I have something you can
wear, and you can make us something to eat. Oh, you'll love it. Don't
worry if you decide to stay for a few days. I have clothes for you to
wear.
Oh, Ju-Ju Bean. This is going to be so much fun. You're going to be my
special girl. No, I know what I said. You do, too, don't you? You're
ready, aren't you? You want to come to my house. We'll screw all night
long. Maybe then we'll do each other's fingernails. Just wait till you
see how pretty they are with your new cock cage.
I'm going to be honest with you here, okay? I'm going to feminize you.
You knew that all along, didn't you? You could feel it. I'm going to put
you in a dress, Ju-Ju Bean. A frilly, tight-fitting maid's dress. Imagine
it. Imagine your petticoats flouncing as you walk. Imagine the satin
against your skin. Imaagine people looking at your boobs and wondering if
they're real. Imagine that they are.
Are you squirming in fear or in excitement? I'm going to roll your hair.
I'm going to put lipstick on you. You're going to wear pantyhose and
heels. Think about going to answer the door, and your father is there.
Your mother. Your boss. Oh, baby. You're going to like it.
Shhh. Don't be afraid. Just listen to my voice. Isn't it strong? I'm the
wind, Ju-Ju Bean. I can be a gentle breaze flowing across the lake,
blowing through your hair and cooling the afternoon. Or I can be a
thunderstorm whipping across the beach, causing destruction in her path.
Just be a good sissy, and I guarantee you, you'll love your new life. You
won't ever want to take your dress off.
What's that? You're just whispering now, Ju-Ju Bean. Speak up. A sissy
has to be heard. And you are a sissy. Say it. Sissy. It's a powerful
word. It says you aren't quite man and you aren't quite woman. You aren't
really gay and you aren't really straight. You're a wimp. You're my wimp.
Don't be silly. You'll love it. You'll be perfect as a maid. You've love
get fucked in the ass. Most sissies do. Yes, I know what I said. I'm
going to be your Mistress, Ju-Ju Bean. I'm going to be in charge. Just
relax and go with it. You'll love this lifestyle. I promise you will.
Now, we need to go. But first, I want to leave my address with Doc. You
wouldn't mind if he came over, would you?
You know, I'll bet he has a large penis, Ju-Ju Bean.
I can't wait to hear you say, "What's Up, Doc."
(C) Cassandra Morgan
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