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Young Stepmother Part 16
By Mark Dayette
Reginald said, "You have new tattoos, on your right ass cheek it says
'Faggot' in red letters. And below your navel it says 'Gay' in green
letters."
I nearly fainted when he said that. Oh my God! What had I done? I didn't
even remember how it happened, surely I wasn't that drunk? I looked under
the blanket and there was the 'Gay' tattoo, I didn't need to see the new
ass tattoo, I instinctively knew it was true.
Reginald wasn't happy. "What happened with you last night? Answer me!
Where are your clothes? Were you fucking around? Have you turned
promiscuous? If so that's an insult to our marriage."
Having to deal with both Reginald's accusations and the new reality of my
humiliating tattoos was extremely hard to handle. I told him, "Maybe I
will find out at work today what happened last night, but right now I
don't know."
I had to get dressed for work and because I didn't have my black cat
outfit I had to wear the pink one I had worn for Pete's Bachelor Party. I
arrived at work and I asked the cat Laleh what she remembered from our
night out. She asked me, "You don't remember anything?" I said, "No!" She
said, "Oh, I met a hot transvestite at 'Suds and Sissies' and I went back
to her place."
I asked her, "Do you remember what I was doing when you last saw me?" She
said, "You were talking to Danielle and her boyfriend Kurt who had shown
up at the bar to meet her. They were making fun of you." I thanked her
for her help. Suddenly I had a vague flash of memory from the previous
night, I was in a tattoo parlor, I was pretty out of it and I could
visualize three people, two men and one sissy.
I walked around the club in my pink cat outfit feeling very out of place
when I saw Danielle with a huge grin of her face and she was holding out
my black cat oufit in front of me like a bullfighter who taunts the bull
with his red cloak. I knew I had to confront her.
I asked, "Why do you have my clothes?"
She said, "That's so cute, you don't remember? You stripped naked in the
tattoo parlor, you acted like you couldn't wait to get your clothes off,
what a little tramp."
I trembled in fear at what she was saying. I asked her, "Then what
happened?"
Danielle said, "You really don't remember? You asked for two tattoos, one
on your right ass cheek and one on your stomach. After the tattoo artist
Derrick gave you the tattoos you went down on your knees in the middle of
the shop and rewarded him with a nice blowjob. Me and my boyfriend Kurt
took photos of it if you want to see them."
I shuddered in shame and said, "I'd rather not see them." I asked her,
"Are you sure I wanted tattoos? Because that's just not like me."
Danielle laughed and said, "It certainly is you, you can drop the act
Natalie, you have become a sissy slut, it tends to happen to waitresses
in this job, I worked at previous clubs and saw the same pattern. The
ones who say they don't want to be there and show the most resistance are
usually those who fall the farthest."
She was trying to convince me that I wanted those things and I didn't
believe her, I also didn't trust her, I wondered if she or her boyfriend
had taken advantage of me, maybe they could handle their alcohol better
than I could. I coldly separated from this conversation with Danielle
after she handed me back my black cat outfit and I went to get a second
opinion from Klarissa about what she thought had happened even though she
hadn't been there. For a sissy Klarissa was not a dumb bimbo, she was
usually pretty sharp. Maybe she could help me figure it out.
I walked over to Klarissa and said, "I'm glad to see you are feeling
better, you missed a wild night out last night, unfortunately I have new
tattoos that I didn't want and I'm still trying to figure out how it
happened, I'm really upset over it. I talked to Danielle and she claims I
wanted the tattoos."
Klarissa hugged me and she asked, "Was Danielle with you again like last
time when you got the tattoos?"
I said yes, I told her, "I was with Danielle and her boyfriend Kurt."
Then her voice got serious and Klarissa said, "Kurt? Oh, that's not good.
I should have warned you about him, Kurt is in the Philadelphia crime
mob, he's a drug shipper and dealer. He drugged me the first night I met
him, I was at Danielle's apartment. I woke up nude on the floor in front
of Danielle's bed with the taste of cum in my mouth and I could feel the
cum in my stomach, my asshole was dripping cum also. It took me a long
time to piece it together but I think after Kurt drugged me he invited
his male friends over and they took turns using me all night long.
Danielle claimed she was asleep when this happened, but based on how I've
seen her treat you in recent weeks, I wonder if she was watching and
laughing when they fucked me. Danielle has been a sissy slut for a very
long time and she knows it, it pisses her off when she meets a sissy who
still has self restraint. It gives her a feeling of satisfaction to watch
them fall down to her low level."
I thanked Klarissa for telling me that story and I hugged her, I then
turned around and showed her the new tattoo on my right ass cheek that
said 'Faggot' in red letters. I turned back around to face her and I
started to cry and she hugged me again and I continued to cry on her
shoulder. I could tell that she knew I hadn't wanted the humiliating
tattoo.
Suddenly my Stepmother came in, she was back from her vacation. I then
saw Christopher who had been standing outside of the club waiting for her
to arrive. My Stepmother said to him, "Christopher, I enjoyed so many
fine cocks from those manly Greek man but yours is still the best I've
had." Christopher smiled and said, "Thank you Ma'am." My Stepmother
gathered the cats for a meeting in the main room of the club rather than
in her office, after being on that long vacation it seemed like she
wasn't ready to go back into the office.
She said, "Christopher told me that business was excellent while I was
away, he did say however that Natalie's behavior was unacceptable, that
she tried to beat up one of our customers. This means Natalie is placed
on immediate partial suspension and her work will be confined for the
time being to private show activities in the 'Kitten Corner' and the
'Lion's Den'."
I spoke up to argue but it was pointless, and with as much as had
happened to me recently I'm not sure I cared enough. Maybe not having to
be a waitress for a while was a good thing, I didn't want the constant
harassment of the customers talking about the word 'Faggot' which was now
written in red letters on my right ass cheek. the partial suspension
meant that if none of the customers asked for all of the cats to perform
in a private show or if they didn't select my name personally, I wouldn't
have to do any work.
For a few days it went on like that, I had to sit ready in a waiting area
around midnight for the private shows and on these nights I wasn't
selected. I won't say I missed my waitressing duties, however, the time
spent in isolation in the waiting area led me to dwell on my problems of
how my life had ended up like this. And I had time to think of the
shameful tattoos that marked my body with 'Sissy' written on my left ass
cheek and 'Faggot' written on the right ass cheek, with 'Gay' written
below my belly button.
At home with Reginald things had grown worse between us. He was openly
accusing me of having sex with other men, I tried to explain to him that
the only men I had sex with was in the club's private shows I was
selected for. I wasn't fully honest, of course I had also been having
that forced sex with Christopher and then there was the blowjob I gave to
the tattoo artist. What humiliated me most of all was when Reginald said,
"If you've finally accepted being the faggot you always denied yourself
to be, it doesn't mean you have to be a slut about it. Gays can have
monogamous relationships."
One night at the club I was finally called upon to participate in a
private show. Unfortunately, the wealthy Philadelphia billionaire Dino
Piscotti had a keen ear and he had been listening to the gossip in the
club in recent weeks and he had discovered that the two cats Natalie and
Danielle were enemies. This gave him the sick idea that he wanted to see
us suck and fuck each other. He paid $10,000 to watch it happen. I didn't
have any choice, this was my job, me and that bitch would have to get it
on in the 'Kitten Corner'.
We entered the 'Kitten Corner' and we both took off our clothes. Danielle
laughed when she saw the 'Gay' tattoo on my stomach. We had to start
kissing. I won't deny that Danielle is a good kisser and I know you must
be thinking that it is gay for me to admit that a 'Sissy' is a good
kisser. However, my life is not a normal person's life, you probably sit
in an office building at a desk wearing a suit and tie, you don't have a
job like I do where there's a constant bombardment of physical
sensations. Eventually I'm forced to admit to myself that certain
sensations are better than others while never forgetting that I haven't
wanted any of them.
It was when Danielle started to caress my body that things escalated in
emotion. She ran her fingers across the 'Gay' tattoo on my stomach and
she couldn't suppress a smile. And then she ran her fingers over my ass
and I heard her say, "Sissy...Faggot" which is the combination of my left
and right ass cheek tattoos. This angered me and I took control and
pushed her down to the floor and she tried to force my head down on her
tiny cock. I saw that little thing and knew what I had to do. I put it
into my mouth and started sucking it, I heard her say, "Suck my dick
sissy faggot."
I reacted to this by biting down on her little cock!!! I yelled, "Take
that you little dicked BITCH!!!" And there was a pool of her blood that I
could taste in my mouth. Her little dick was bleeding. She yelled back at
me, "You stupid sissy moron!! You nearly bit my cock off!" I smiled and
said, "Really? Does it matter? Nobody would miss that tiny thing anyway."
Then we started fighting, it was literally a cat fight (pardon the pun)
as we were pulling each other's hair, it was honestly kind of a sissy
looking fight, I hate to say.
The Philadelphia billionaire Dino Piscotti had seen that we were not
having sex anymore and he fled the 'Kitten Corner', I feared that he was
going to report our actions to my Stepmother and he would definitely
demand a refund. Eventually my Stepmother stormed into the room and
Christopher was at her side (I thought he was going to leave?) and she
saw us wrestling on the floor and she screamed, "STOP THIS FIGHTING AT
ONCE!!!"
My Stepmother immediately blamed me, she said, "Natalie, this is the
second fight you've started in the club in a short period of time, your
misbehavior will not be tolerated any longer!"
I tried to explain my actions, I said, "I hate Danielle because she had
her boyfriend drug me and they forced me to get these humiliating
tattoos, all of my degrading tattoos have happened because of Danielle's
tricks. And she is to blame for my breast implants too."
My Stepmother rolled her eyes and said, "Oh come on Natalie, when will
you ever tell the truth? Those tattoos are a sissy's wet dream, you were
probably fantasizing about getting those when you first started wearing
my clothes. Dr. Korman said in her book that some crossdressers have
already begun desiring breast implants and sissy tattoos within two weeks
of wearing women's clothes."
I shouted at my Stepmother, "Not that Dr. Korman shit again! She's an
annoying cunt and her crossdressing obsession has warped your mind!"
With that my Stepmother slapped my face. It hurt.
Danielle's little cock was still bleeding from when I bit her and my
Stepmother called on her cell phone for an ambulance. Danielle threatened
that she was going to press assault charges against me. Danielle left the
room to wait for the ambulance outside of the club.
My Stepmother was standing there with me and of course the damn Aussie
jerk Christopher was still there. My Stepmother looked at me and she was
disgusted, she said scornfully, "Wipe that blood from your mouth, you
look like a vampire."
My Stepmother then lectured me by saying, "I thought it would work having
you at the club, the customers loved you, many of them wrote pleasant
messages on the club's Friendbook and Twetter pages saying that you were
the prettiest waitress faggot they had seen in years. But now I've got to
let you go."
I tried to explain again, "But I was mad about Danielle humiliating
me...she....."
My Stepmother interrupted and said, "Enough of that! Enough of blaming
your sissy desires and out of control behavior on Danielle who is a
respected veteran waitress. I don't know what has happened to you, it is
like your sissy desires unleashed has also tapped into a kind of
primitive animal aggression. That's unacceptable behavior from an
employee. And according to Dr. Korman it goes completely against the
behavior of a sissy with good mental health. A healthy sissy is always
submissive, submissive to men and women. You are fired. I will tell
Reginald that you didn't work out here."
It was such a severe punishment. Now I would have to return home to
Reginald, how would he react? My Stepmother and Christopher went outside
of the club to wait with Danielle for the ambulance, they probably even
went with her to the hospital.
I returned home to Reginald unsure of my future, it was true that the
waitress job was humiliating and made me feel like a faggot but at least
it provided me with some kind of focus for my daily life, I didn't have
to spend that time alone with my painful thoughts of what had happened to
my life. When I saw Reginald I had to tell him what had happened, he took
the side of Danielle and my Stepmother. I yelled at him that he was an
idiot. He made me sleep on the sofa. I spent the next few days sulking
alone around the house while Reginald was at work.
At dinner one night I tried to apologize to Reginald for calling him an
idiot, I truly thought he was an idiot but I was terrified at the thought
of having him and my Stepmother hate me, I'd be completely alone. I had
feared being alone since my parents had died. During the dinner Reginald
served me a glass of champagne and he said he would find me another job
and that everything would be fine. I began to feel very sleepy and I went
to lay down on the sofa. When I woke up the next morning I found myself
nude in a cage at the end of the driveway. A truck pulled up and some men
in black outfits got out and grabbed the cage and put the cage and me
with it into the back of the truck.
I was terrified. Reginald must have done this. Had he given up on me? Was
this our divorce? What was going on? I worried that it was a murder plot,
did Reginald hire these people to kill me? Nude in my cage I was
trembling in fear. I wasn't a religious person, my mother had been
religious but we had stopped going to church when I was 8. Should I make
peace with God? Would Heaven accept someone with sissy tattoos?
I felt the truck come to a stop and they must have parked. The men in
black outfits walked into the back of the truck and approached my cage
and I prepared to die. I imagined that they would pull out a gun and
shoot me while I was still in the cage.
However, that didn't happen, my cage was transported to the airport and
put on a plane in what I guess was the cargo section. On the plane a man
who looked and acted like a Doctor came into the cargo section where I
was and he gave me an injection in my arm and this put me to sleep.
I woke up and found myself laying in a huge bed in what looked like the
bedroom of a very wealthy person's home. The sun was shinning through the
window and I could see this from my bed. Suddenly, I heard a knock on the
door and a small Asian man who looked like a servant approached my bed.
He said, "You sleep long time, Tanet will see you soon." The servant then
left the room. About ten minutes later a taller Asian man who was well
dressed entered the room. He said, "Hello, you are now in Thailand, I am
Tanet Meesang, the richest man in Asia. And you are my new wife. If you
serve me faithfully I will take good care of you here." I was scared but
I had already tried resistance back in America and my outbursts had
caused me to end up here, it was too dangerous to do anything now other
than submit. Honestly, I was lucky to be alive, I had thought for sure
that those men in black outfits who transported me in the truck were
going to kill me. I nodded to him in a pleasant way to signal that I will
obey. He smiled back at me.
After Tanet left the room, the small Asian servant came back. The servant
told me that I would have to take a special class on how to become a good
wife. He also said that everyday a team of Asian servants would enter my
room in the early morning and they would remove any hair from my chest,
stomach, pubic area, ass, legs, and arms, Tanet wanted my body to look
feminine at all times. The servant said I must be one hundred percent
'Sissy boy'. It seemed crazy that I was trapped in Thailand and had
become the wife of a wealthy Asian man, however, that's what had
happened.
Because I was being transported to the location of my class on how to be
good wife, the servant dressed me in a typical Asian school girl outfit.
As the servant led me downstairs we were soon waiting on the street
corner for the car to pick me up to take me to school. When the driver
put me into the backseat I noticed the enormous luxury of the car, I had
a few thoughts about planning to escape during the ride. However, I knew
this was a bad idea, if my situation wasn't perfect as the wife of the
richest man in Asia how good did I think it would be for a common White
guy trapped in Thailand who had only the job skills of a waitress? It
would be terrible, however bad this was, anything else would be worse.
And I knew how most countries in the world functioned, it wasn't like I
could scream for the police and they would come running to help me go
back to America. The police worked for the rich, they would immediately
return me to my wealthy Asian husband.
I arrived at the largely built Thai school and I walked into the class
and it was taught by a pleasant Thai woman professor. When the detailed
instruction started, I began to feel lightheaded at how far I was going
to fall in my new life. I was taught to walk effeminately like a teenage
Thai girl and to speak in a high pitched female Thai voice. I also had to
learn how to submissively bow to show proper respect to my wealthy new
husband. The female professor also began to teach me the Thai language.
The next part nearly made me faint, the professor said she was a Doctor
and she gave me my first female hormone pills. She said the hormones
would do the wonderful work of shrinking my penis and testicles down to
almost nothing. She stated that I shouldn't worry about it since Tanet
Meesang hadn't bought me for my penis size. She said that my greatly
reduced penis and testicles would help me fit into tighter skirts and
dresses which was the only thing that mattered for a sissy. I was also
told I needed to lose weight, Tanet wanted me at between 100-120 pounds,
slim and girlish.
Next, the professor gave me a sneak peek preview of what my daily
schedule would be as Tanet's wife. It was a typed document in English
thankfully because I knew my knowledge of Thai was barely in progress.
The schedule said:
7:30 a.m.-8 a.m.: Daily body hair removal/Take hormone pills
8 a.m.-9 a.m.: Breakfast
9 a.m.-noon: Sucking Cock
noon-4 p.m.: Private relaxation/Trying on clothes/ Tanet Meesang works
during this time
4 p.m.-6 p.m.: Fucked In Ass
6 p.m.-8 p.m.: Attend Luxury Restaurant for dinner
8 p.m.-9 p.m.: Perform fashion shows to entertain Tanet's male business
friends
9 p.m.-10 p.m.: Punishment/Lecture time
10 p.m.-10:30 p.m.: Select pretty clothes to wear for tomorrow
10:30 p.m.-11:30 p.m.: Fucked In Ass
11:30 p.m.-: Sleep
I asked the professor to explain the meaning of "Punishment/Lecture
time"? She said, "If Tanet see any woman during the dinner in the luxury
restaurant who look and behave more submissive and more feminine than
you, there will be a rough spanking for you when you return to home. And
if you make any mistakes during the day you get lectured for that and
told to correct your mistakes next time. If he really angry you give more
blowjobs and get fucked in ass."
It was what it was, it was going to be my life, I tried to look on the
positive side, I imagined that millions of Thai women wished they had a
wealthy husband like this. Several months passed and I achieved an A- in
my wife course. I was ready to serve my new husband. As much as I hated
that Aussie jerk Christopher at least his sexual abuse had made it easier
for me to adjust to this new way of life of many hours of sucking cock
and getting fucked in the ass.
I got tired of replaying the memories over and over again of how I had
ended up in this situation and I finally decided to just forget it. I
also decided to stop worrying about that label of being a 'sissy faggot',
it didn't matter anymore. Sucking cock and getting fucked in the ass as
often as I do I'd be a fool to think there was anything heterosexual
going on in my life or that there ever would be. I finally surrendered to
it, and I say, "Yes, I'm a sissy faggot." There, I said it. Now I can
stop fighting against it, my life circumstances made fighting against it
a big waste of mental and emotional energy.
I tried to look on the positive side of the luxury and the clothes, they
were expensive and beautiful clothes. I had a whole closet of dresses and
another closet of skirts and mini-skirts. Pants were apparently forbidden
as there weren't any around for me to wear. The dresser had several
drawers of soft lingerie: bras, panties, slips, half-slips, camisoles,
chemises, babydolls. At night I ate in such fancy restaurants. In the
summer time half of my afternoon relaxation hours were spent tanning nude
on the deck of his lavish high rise apartment. Getting a suntan on my
nude, thinner, girlish body, and seeing how the hormones had shrunk my
penis and testicles didn't even phase me. I knew that my days of living a
man's lifestyle were long gone and would never return. It wasn't worth
worrying about. Seeing my nude, big, breast implants tan I was sometimes
amazed at how damn hot I looked and a smile would come to my face.
Every year my husband Tanet entered me into the World Ladyboy pageant
which was held at a different location in Asia. I got to travel with
pretty 'lady' contestants and we competed for the crown. At first I knew
that Tanet was capable of using his wealth to buy me the crown but he
refused and said he wanted me to earn those victories on my own. I really
wanted to win, I knew I was more beautiful than any of the other
contestants. In 2018 I achieved that goal. It doesn't matter that I won
from bribing the male judges by allowing them to fuck my mouth and
asshole. What counts is that I won the crown. I'm the 2018 World Ladyboy
Queen.
After I won the title, Tanet was proud of me, he said I had fully proven
myself as a woman. He said he had a special surprise for me, he had been
keeping some letters which were sent to him from America, they were
letters from both Reginald and my Stepmother. It was like a blast from
the past as I had made a real effort to forget my old life in America.
Tanet allowed me to read the letters in private and he left the room.
The letter from Reginald said, "Hello Nate/Natalie, you married me under
false pretenses. In the beginning you were grossly homophobic, and
although you always had orgasms when I fucked you in the ass, it is in
the heart not the penis or anus where real love resides, and in your
heart you never loved me, you only loved my money. You didn't make the
circumstances of our marriage any better when you turned into a cheating
slut. Your Stepmother and I discussed the situation and we agreed to sell
you to the interested Thailand billionaire, Tanet Meesang, the wealthiest
man in Asia. He purchased you from me for $140 million and to your
Stepmother he paid $90 million. He saw photos of you when they were
posted on the Friendbook page of his wealthy Chinese billionaire business
friend, the regular club attendee, Ming Yang. I'm sorry that our marriage
didn't work out but your future is not my problem anymore. Luckily your
troublesome gay ass is so highly valued around the world. Farewell."
The letter from my Stepmother said, "Dear Natalie, I know that you
originally loved me as I was a much needed emotional substitute and
source of security since both your mother and father had died. I
responded to your need for affection with scheming, cruelty, and
humiliation. However, I knew what was in your long term best interests.
You were a delicate boy, you came across as much younger than your true
age. I knew that those traits would never bring you success in a man's
world. Therefore, it was not Pete but I who planted my pink slip and
stockings under your bed. I then accused you of crossdressing with those
items and your fate was sealed. I set you up to fall helplessly into
permanent femininity. Furthermore, from femininity you crossed so easily
into homosexuality that I knew your sexuality was as weak and malleable
as your general character. The fact that we were the same age and had
attended the same high school made my manipulation and power over you
that much more delightful. I'm not even a physically strong person but
through the force of my personality alone I put you in your place again
and again. Nevertheless, you cannot blame me as this treatment was good
for you because your natural role in the world is in femininity and
providing sexual pleasure to wealthy men."
I was stunned, all of the feminization changes to my life had been caused
by my Stepmother, she had planned my entire downfall from the start. I
owed Pete an apology. I had accused him of planting my Stepmother's
clothes under my bed, and he was telling the truth, he had been innocent
of that. My friendship with him had fallen apart based on my false
assumption of his guilt. My Stepmother had completely humiliated me and
had successfully turned me into a sissy faggot for life. However, I
wasn't sure it mattered anymore. I had forgotten what my old boy life was
like anyway. What had it been like to not be in makeup? To not always be
wearing women's clothes? What had it been like to not have sex with men
on a daily basis? The idea of that old life was as remote to me as a
distant star in the sky.
But PETE, I had ruined my friendship with Pete, I wanted to see him
again, I wanted to apologize to him, I wanted to wear women's clothes for
him, I wanted to kiss him, I wanted to suck his big cock, I wanted him to
fuck my asshole, I wanted to be his submissive wife, I wanted to tell him
that I loved him. Oh God! Where were these strange thoughts coming from?
I was a sissy faggot.
THE END
Tammi
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