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Calling a Sissy's Bluff
I am a sissy slut. Once upon a time I was just a sissy slut wannabe, but
that has all changed now.
You see, I had posted some online ads, saying that I was hoping to meet a
dominant Master who would come claim me and turn me into his own personal
sissy slut. That was certainly my fantasy, but I hadn't ever met anybody
who wanted to really make that fantasy come true. Truth be told, I wasn't
sure that I wanted it either, so I must admit that when the Master of my
darkest fantasies finally arrived on the scene, it scared the shit out of
me.
It all started with an unexpected email message, but not to my personal
account that I used for my sissy playtime. This one came to my work email.
My company scans all work correspondence for inappropriate use. This would
definitely fall into that category.
"Hello sissy slut Michelle," the email read, "I've enjoyed reading your
Craigslist and AdultFriendFinder and FetLife ads these past few weeks. You
are a very naughty sissy. I hope that you don't mind, but I used your
online information to track you down here at your work. I wonder what your
boss, Mr. Heyward would say if I were to email him these pictures."
There were links to a few pictures of me dressed up as sissy Michelle. I
had been careful and not included my face in my pictures. But these
pictures had been edited to include some text of my full name, email,
phone number and home address printed across them as well as cutesy
sayings like "I live to suck cock" or "Sissy Michelle needs to be fucked
each and every day."
Even more troubling was a picture of me sitting at my computer, in full
makeup and wig, sucking on a dildo and looking very much like the sissy
slut that I dream about becoming. The problem is that I never posed for
this picture. Somebody shot this picture without my knowing.
"So, as you might notice from the last few pictures, I have hacked into
your computer," the email continued. "Sorry for the invasion, but I'm sure
that you will come to thank me for this when I make your darkest sissy
fantasies into a reality. And actually, I'm not sorry."
My phone buzzed. A text message appeared on my screen. It read "Hello
slut. This is your new Master. Go tell your boss that you are feeling ill
and need to take a sick day. You live exactly 4.7 miles from work, so I
will give you 20 minutes to be at your apartment, naked and sitting in
front of your computer screen and waiting to begin your new life as a
sissy slut. If you're not there on time, I will send these pictures to
your boss and to your family."
He then posted the email addresses of my brother, two sisters and my
mother. This was followed by three quick pictures of me dressed up as
Michelle and sitting at my computer. Then a timer popped up on my phone,
counting down from 20 minutes.
Fuck. This is what I said I wanted, but I wasn't serious. Surely this man
knew that.
Nevertheless, I decided that I'd better play along or else risk being
exposed. I made a flimsy excuse to my boss and headed home. Traffic was
stacked up for some road construction and I began to get worried that I
wouldn't make it home in time. I was under one minute when I opened my
front door. I stripped naked and ran to my computer--it was running. It
hadn't been on when I left for work this morning.
As the timer hit zero, the light on my webcam came on. A picture appeared
on my screen. It was a live video feed of a fully erect cock. The text
field opened and my new Master began to tell me how my life would be from
this point forward.
"Hello, slut," he began. "Congratulations on making it home in time. You
get a reprieve, but know that sooner or later you will fuck up and I will
be sending those naughty pictures out to your friends and family. Won't
that be fun?"
I started to reach for the keyboard to reply, but another message stopped
me in my tracks. "No, slut! I don't want to hear anything from you. Just
sit there and listen. Nod once if you understand."
I nodded. I'm sure I looked like a deer stuck in some headlights, but I
nodded.
"Good slut," Master said. "Now, it's time to get dressed up like the slut
you are. You have one hour to get shaved, in full makeup, corset,
stockings, hose, heels and wig. Basically, in one hour I want to see a
full sissy slut sitting here in front of the camera. Perhaps the little
outfit you wore last Saturday when you had TXman145 over to play. He had a
good sized cock, perhaps we'll invite him back for some fun."
The timer appeared on my phone again. 59:59 and counting until my life
would change forever.
I didn't have to shave--I have always kept my body fully hair free ever
since I met the man who said that he would turn me into his sissy slut and
thus started me on this road oh so many years ago. He's the man who showed
up one day with a pair of scissors and cut up all my ugly boy underwear.
I've worn panties ever since.
Just to be safe, I ran a razor over my face. It was still smooth, but
better to be safe than sorry. I'm not very good at makeup, so that ate up
most of my time. I did my foundation, blush, full eyes and lips before
topping everything off with a red-haired wig that I love. Damn, I looked
hot. Well, hot for me, although I was far from being passable at that
time.
Then it was time for my corset, stockings, garters, bra and breast forms.
A little perfume and some jewelry and I was ready to go. I still had 10
minutes, so I did a quick check of my appearance. I opted for a butt plug,
as I guessed that would be coming soon anyway. At least this way I could
decide which one and use lots of lube. For some reason I chose one of my
bigger plugs.
The whole thing had me very hot and bothered. It was everything I could do
not to play with myself. The time read 6 minutes remaining when I sat down
in front on my computer.
The text box popped up almost immediately. "Good sissy," it read.
"I'm not quite ready for you," Master typed. "So look straight into the
camera and repeat the following mantra over and over again until I tell
you to stop. By the way, you should assume that I will be recording this,
and all of our sessions from now on. One day I will be sending one of
these files off to your mother. Now, start repeating your sissy mantra."
Scared out of my wits, I did as I was told. "I am sissy slut Michelle," I
read. I live to suck cock and get fucked by Master's friends. I am always
ready to swallow a big load of cum, or to drink a hot steam of piss. I
will be you slut, your sex slave, your maid or just a cum slut for your
pleasure. I exist only for your pleasure, because I am nothing but a sissy
slut."
As I began to repeat the mantra, I noticed that there were three people
viewing my webcam. By the third go round, there were seven anonymous
viewers. Ultimately there were 23 people online watching me as I repeated
my sissy mantra and squirmed a bit as my butt plug pressed deep into my
sissy hole.
I knew that I should have turned off the camera and taken my chances, but
I was so hard at the thought of having my sissy fantasies finally come
true that I was powerless to stop.
I repeated my sissy mantra until Master came back online and told me to
stop. I did as I was told. The adrenaline was flowing, and I nearly jumped
out of my chair when the doorbell rang. The message read, "Go Answer it."
My legs felt as if I was about to fall, but I did as I was told and opened
the door to see a FedEx delivery man. He was huge. 6-7 or so and probably
weighed twice as much as me. He had a predatory grin on his face as he
invited himself into my apartment.
"You must be sissy Michelle," he said as he took me by the hands and
dragged me into my computer room. How the hell did he know where my
computer was?
He introduced himself as Master Dante and explained that I would be
sucking his cock every day from now on. He pushed me down to my knees, the
dropped his pants and shoved his cock into my mouth. "Get sucking, bitch,"
he said as he adjusted my webcam so that it was just a close up on my face
stuffed full of his cock. He chuckled a bit as he noted that there were
now "43 guys watching your sissy debut. Master Jay must have some big
plans for you."
I had been using my hands to stroke his cock, as it was much bigger than I
can easily accommodate. Dante pulled my hands away and held them firmly
behind my back. Before I knew what was happening, he secured my hands with
a pair of handcuffs. "No, sissy," he said. "Just your slut hole. And watch
your fuckin teeth or I'll knock them out."
He then proceeded to skull fuck me and I basically held on for dear life,
grabbing a breath every third stroke or so. This was much rougher than
anything I was used to. Dante didn't care about that.
It didn't take too long before I felt him tense up and my mouth was
flooded with Dante's seed. I chocked on it, but as my mouth was still
filled with Dante's cock, most of it came out through my nose. Dante
slapped me hard across the face and then told me to lick up everything
that had splattered across his chest.
I did as I was told.
Then Dante stood up and the Fed Ex box to reveal a small metal cage.
"Nice," he said as he practically lifted me to my feet by the balls and
pulled my cock and balls through the base ring of my new Jailbird chastity
device.
I was too hard to fit into the cage part of the device, especially as it
was only an inch or so long. But that wasn't a problem for Dante. He had
some rubber bands that he wrapped around my cock and began snapping them
against my exposed member. The pain was excrutiating, and my erection
quickly subsided. I was actually thankful for the steel cage that was
quickly snapped closed, protecting my "sissy stick" from any further
abuse.
I still remember the sound of the padlock clicking shut. Deep down I knew
that it would remain shut for a very long time. It's been nearly two years
now, and I haven't had access to my sissy stick in all that time. I don't
mind. I get my pleasure now by being a perfect sissy slut. I can even cum
from being fucked in the ass, provided that they fuck me really hard and
treat me like a total depraved slut.
Which they usually do. But back to the story.
Dante lifted me up and sat me at my chair in front of my computer. He had
a strapping tape gun and proceeded to secure me tightly to my chair. He
left my titties free so that he could attach some clothespins to my
nipples, but my torso and upper arms were totally immobilized. More tape
effectively gagged me, and I was sad because I knew that it was going to
ruin my favorite wig. Then my ankles were lifted off the ground and taped
up to the base of my chair, leaving all my weight resting on my but plug.
I immediately began to regret my choice of the larger butt plug.
Dante picked up my phone. He put my thumb against the home button and my
personal information immediately opened up for him. He entered his contact
information into my phone and added a profile picture of his flaccid cock
resting against my face. Even though it wasn't hard, it still covered up
most of my face. Dante made sure that you could still see my face, though.
"The better to blackmail you with," he explained.
He also changed my password to "IamCumHungrySissySlutM!chelle."
And then he got up to leave, but not before taking my wallet and keys with
him and promising to return after he had made copies for his crew.
I was left alone, staring at my computer screen. 63 viewers were watching
my webcam. Master came back online.
"I hope that you enjoyed meeting Dante. He is an old friend who will be
breeding you on a daily basis. You are to treat him as if he was your
Master. If you don't do so, he may very well drag your ass out and sell
you to one of his pimp friends. He may do that anyway, but if you're a
good sissy, I'll keep you safe. For now."
Unable to respond, I nodded in assent.
"Good. Time for a little shopping spree." I watched as Master remotely
took over my computer and began opening up one website after another. He
started at Fredericks of Hollywood and ordered $800 worth of lingerie,
paid for with my credit cards numbers. Shoes, wigs, makeup and a lot of
sex toys followed. All paid for with my account and set up for rush
shipping via Fed Ex. Apparently Dante would be coming by my house a lot
over the next few days.
The final stop was an online pharmacy where my first few months of
hormones were ordered. When everything was said and done, there was almost
$5,000 charged to my credit cards. Master seemed to know that was my
card's limit. He also seemed to know that I was very worried about not
having any way to pay my Visa bill. Another text message popped up telling
me not to worry. I could pay it all back, one $10 blowjob at a time.
Just 500 blowjobs away from getting everything paid off.
I heard my front door being unlocked, and Dante came back in. He
introduced me to his buddy, Stephan, who pulled out a box cutter and
sliced through the strapping tape. In seconds I was on my knees with
Stephan fucking my face. Dante pulled out my butt plug and pounded me from
the other end.
111 viewers were watching my webcam as I was spit roasted for the first
time.
It would not be the last time.
After a bit, Dante pulled out and took out a Sharpie. He wrote "Sissy Slut
Michelle" along with my phone number and home address on my forehead. He
and Stephan then finished by spurting their loads all over my face. They
took a picture and then posted it to an ad on Craigslist. The copy read
"Sissy Slut Michelle. Loves to be tied up and service horny men who need a
sissy slut to take their loads."
The ad only stayed up for thirty minutes before the Craigslist
administrators flagged it for removal, but it was up long enough for 23
men to stop by that day and fuck me in my computer room. At the high
point, 213 people watched while I sucked and was fucked by what seemed
like a never-ending parade of cocks and cum.
Sir Stephan stayed with me the whole time. He put the contact information
into my phone for each man who stopped by. Master John, Master Robert,
Master Paul and Master David 1, 2 & 3 among others were all entered into
my contact list along with a profile picture of my face stuffed full of
their cocks. What's worse, he then proceeded to delete the rest of my
numbers so that my entire list of contacts was nothing but a list of men
who had fucked me that day.
These men knew that anytime they wanted to drop a load, Sissy Slut
Michelle would be willing to get down on her knees and service them like a
good slut. As a show of good faith, they were each given a copy of my door
key so that they could just pop in anytime they were horny. Obviously that
is a major violation of my apartment lease, but no worries, because
sometime in the early evening a familiar man stopped by. I recognized his
voice from the apartment leasing office. He suggested that perhaps a sissy
slut like me would be better served moving into one of their rental homes
where it would be easier for a sissy slut to be fully available to all the
horny men who wanted to use me.
He'd even waive the lease termination fee, provided that I keep myself
available to him for as long as I lived in the house. Sir Stephan
immediately agreed to the terms, as my mouth and hands were occupied at
the time servicing a hard cock.
That wasn't the worst of it. Just before midnight my boss walked in.
"Holy fuck, Sean, is that you?" he asked. He laughed as he unzipped his
pants. I always wanted to have somebody at the office who could stop by
and take 'dictation.' Looks like I found my new secretary."
I knew that he was excited by the prospect because he came in just a few
strokes. Stephan handed him my phone and he went into the next room to
talk with Master Jay about how he could help turn me into a full-fledged
sissy slut. I couldn't hear the details as I was already busy with the
next cock up. I knew that an agreement had been struck, though, as Mr.
Heyward stopped by to say that he looked forward to seeing me in the
morning. "I will expect to see you naked and kneeling under my desk at
9am. I have my weekly conference call. You're about to make it so much
more enjoyable from now on."
And he was gone. Six more men stopped by to breed me that night. Sometime
just before 1am, Sir Stephan dragged me out to the parking lot. I had long
since been stripped down to my bra, panties, stockings and heels. Sir
Stephan didn't care. He tied a leash around my chastity base and dragged
me out to my car. He dumped me in the trunk and closedit down on the leash
so that I had to hold my hips up to the opening in order not to be
suspended by my balls.
He drove downtown. Sometime before 2am we pulled into the alley behind a
tattoo and piercing shop. The shop was closed, but they had stayed around
waiting for me. I was introduced to "Buzzsaw" and "Matt." It took a few
hours, but by the time they were finished with me, I had pierced nipples,
a PA ring that could be locked to my chastity, two additional studs in
each ear, a ring at the base of my scrotum and a ring through my septum. I
ached all over.
Master Matt had also given me four tattoos. I had "Sissy Slut Michelle"
written just above my ass in a tramp stamp. There was an arrow pointing
down to my sissy hole added to help anyone who might have been unclear on
the concept. "I am a sissy slut! Please fuck me!" was emblazoned on my
groin.
Perhaps the most painful were the "Tittoos," where my areolas were
permanently colored a dark pink. And the tattoos that scared me the most
came last, when I'd long since lost the will to resist. Dark liner now
rimmed my eyes, making it impossible to ever go back to being a boy.
Buzzsaw laughed and said that he'd do my lips and the rest of my permanent
makeup next week.
It was getting pretty late. I suppose that technically, it was pretty
early. Sometime around 5am I was delivered naked to my work. Mr. Heyward
was already in his office. He had installed four rings under his desk, and
it only took seconds to secure me kneeling there, padlocked and unable to
move.
That's where I stayed for the rest of the day. I stayed there, unable to
move while Mr. Heyward would pop in on occasion and allow me to suckle on
his cock. He came four times that day, and I swallowed each and every
load. Of course I did. What choice did I have?
While I was stuck under his desk, I heard him speaking to Susan in Human
Resources. He explained that I was transitioning into a female, and asked
her to send out a memo to the rest of the staff. He also called a doctor
and set up my first appointment to begin my transition into a full time
female.
And he called Sir Jay. He listened for a long time before agreeing to take
control of my "sissy-slutification." He purchased me for $3,000 with the
understanding that he would be able to sell me for double that price once
I had been properly trained.
And so the training began in earnest.
Within two days of my first email message, my life as sissy slut Michelle
was in full effect. I wake up each and every morning at 4am. I give myself
an enema to make sure that I am squeaky clean and ready for the day ahead.
By 5am I am naked and keeling, blindfolded with my arms cuffed behind my
back. My front door is unlocked, but it's a moot point because the men who
like to stop by all have a copy of the key to my front door.
I stay that way until 7am. There are six men who know that they can just
stop by and fuck me any morning that they'd like to start their day with a
quick sissy blowjob.
At 7 I am released and get ready for work. I now work as Mr. Heyward's
personal assistant, so I spend each day outside of his office, answering
phone calls and attending to Mr. Heyward's personal needs. That means, of
course, that I suck his cock several times each day, or I am bent over his
desk and pounded into sissy submission. Mr. Heyward has also introduced me
to three members of his management team. When I say "members," I'm sure
that you know what I mean.
I do get extended lunch breaks, when I run home, strip naked and wait by
my front door for the men who like to stop by and feed me my creamy lunch.
Master Dante generally stops by at this time. He loves putting my sissy
hormone pills on the tip of his dick and then making me swallow them down
along with a cum chaser.
I usually get sent back to work just after 1pm with my ass gaping wide
open and cum dripping out of both of my holes. I use a tampon to keep all
the precious cum inside me while I drive back to work.
Mr. Heyward has a special chair that he's built for me. It has a 12" dildo
attached to the seat. I come in, lower myself down on the "sissymaker,"
and spend the rest of the day squirming while I answer phones and do
company paperwork. Lately he's been laying out free weights, which he
loves to attach to the metal ring of my chastity device. It's not unusual
to spend my afternoon with 25lbs of scold teel hanging from my balls while
I try to act like the perfect secretary.
Mr. Heyward stays late, and so do I. I am usually fucked roughly each
evening just before I punch out. On a good night I am stretched out across
his desk and pounded at both ends while Mr. Heyward and the Sales Manager
discuss the daily sales figures. I used to be able to understand what they
were saying, but nowadays I just concentrate on pleasing the cocks
pounding into me. What does a sissy whore like me need with business
skills anyway?
Master Dante generally picks me up around 7pm. I wait for him, naked in
the dumpster out by the loading dock. I get dragged into the trunk of his
car and taken over to DeShawn, who is my new pimp. I have an hour to get
dressed and ready to entertain my clients. I spend the rest of the night
fucking and sucking my way throughout Southeast Texas.
I used to worry about getting arrested, but DeShawn has a relationship
with the local police force. I service most of the officers on a regular
basis, free of charge. And the only time I get arrested in when they are
looking to lock a sissy slut like me up in a holding cell full of horny
criminals. It's more of a treat than a punishment, if you know what I
mean.
So that's what happened to me. I finally met a man who called my bluff and
turned me into the sissy slut I've always wanted to become. The irony is
that I never actually met Master Jay, as I was turned into a slut so
quickly that an actual face-to-face (or face-to-cock) was never really
needed.
But even though we've never met, I will always be grateful to that
computer hacker to found me and forced me into becoming the sissy slut of
my dreams. May somebody call your bluff and make you into a sissy slut as
well.
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