She Found a Sissy
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My phone buzzed at 4:07am.
I roused myself from sleep to look at the text message because somebody
only sends you a message that early in the morning when it's important.
I was right. That text message would be the start of a life-changing
series of events.
It simply read "Good morning, sissy slut."
It was followed up by a picture of me, on my knees, wearing a bra,
panties and stockings while sucking on a very hard cock. A second picture
followed showing my open mouth, filled with cum and a big blob of creamy
semen dripping from my nose. My face was clearly visible, but just in
case there was any confusion, my name, address, phone number and email
were written across my forehead under the words "Sissy Cum Dump Sean."
Fuck!
I was immediately jolted wide-awake. I cautiously typed out my reply.
"Good morning," I said. "Please don't share that picture."
The reply was immediate. "Don't you worry your sissy head about what I
will do with this picture," it said. "Just do what I say and I'll keep
your secret safe. Disobey me and I'll send this picture off to your
friends and family."
I meant to think, "fuck," but what I typed was "Yes, Master."
Okay. Please allow me to back up a bit. Yes, I was something of a weekend
sissy. I love running home from work on Friday night, jumping in the tub
to do an all-over body shave. Then I painted my nails, put on an extra
thick coat of long-lasting lipstick and eyeliner and then I started my
sissy weekend adventure.
A couple of drinks later and I'd be on Craigslist posting an ad for some
guys to come by my apartment and use me like a full-on sissy slut. My
little sissy stick would swell to full staff, so I'd usually have to tape
myself up so that my penis and balls were tucked away until late-Sunday
night.
I looooove being so hot and bothered after spending a weekend servicing
several horny men that I'd finally earn my sissy release on Sunday night;
jacking myself off while some anonymous stud fucks me one last time
before I hit the shower to say farewell to my sissy weekend adventure.
With that in mind, this past weekend I'd met a man online named John. He
seemed nice, but he practically came in his pants when he stopped by my
apartment a few hours after we'd exchanged some online messages. It was a
bit odd, as I am a bit older, and not the most passable sissy out there.
John didn't care. He came in and shoved his cock down my throat. It only
took a few strokes before he filled my mouth with his seed.
That was a no-no. He had promised to play "Safe and sane" with me.
He lied. It turns out that I was so happy that he lied.
He wasn't done using me yet. Before I knew what was happening, John
pulled out some handcuffs and locked my hands behind my back. I started
to protest, but a ball gag was quickly locked into place. It was followed
by a blindfold and nipple clamps. I already had a butt plug in place (I
like to be nice and stretched out before somebody stops by) but John
pulled it out and replaced it with a much larger model.
John dragged me into my bathroom and sat me down in the tub, cross-legged
so that all of my weight pressed the butt plug ever further into my ass.
He locked my handcuffs to the faucet. He used some duct tape to secure my
legs and then I heard the first tale-tell camera CLICK of the weekend.
CLICK.
I tried to protest, but I was tied up and gagged. Making matters worse,
my sissy stick was as hard as it can get while remaining in its tucked
position.
CLICK, and then he left me for a moment to worry about how my weekend
sissy habit had finally gone too far. He returned a bit later and pushed
me forward, I felt something hard pressing against my thumb, and knew
that he had found my iPhone and was using my fingerprints to unlock it.
After that I heard him chuckle and proceed to put his contact information
into my phone. He said, "I hope you don't mind, but I'm going to download
a file to your phone."
Personal information. I was still blindfolded, so I didn't quite know
what was happening, but I knew that I was pretty much screwed.
John laughed and then left me, saying, "Don't go anywhere, sissy." He
pushed some ear buds into my ears and taped them down. He played a music
file that had strange voices underneath. He then left me tied up in the
bathroom, wondering what was coming next, and finding myself oddly
compelled to listen to the audio file.
I'm not sure how long I was tied up in the tub, listening to the music,
but I did try to get free (the handcuffs were solidly locked in place)
and eventually I ended up falling asleep from exhaustion. I woke to hear
the sound of two male voices entering my bathroom as they removed the ear
buds. A strange voice said, "Fuck yeah," and then unseen hands unlocked
my ball gag.
I started to say something, but my mouth was immediately filled with
cock. It wasn't going to be a quick face fuck this time.
At one point I heard the stranger tell John to slide out of the way. I
opened my mouth to allow his cock to enter me, but was surprised to have
it filled with a stream of piss instead. I started to spit it out, but I
was stopped by a hard slap across my face. "Keep that mouth open, Sean"
he said and I gulped hard when I realized that he had learned my real
name.
The two men drenched me with their piss before heading to my living room.
I heard the TV come on and they opened some beers. John and his friend
watched the football game, stopping by the bathroom every twenty minutes
or so to fill my mouth with their piss. Scared about what was going to
happen next, I swallowed as much of it as I could.
Somewhere in there, the ear buds went back in. I didn't quite know why at
the time, but the music made my cock spring to life as I fantasized about
a never-ending parade of cocks filling me full of yummy cummy.
My whole body was shaking with frustration by the time the football game
ended. John and his friend took pity on me. The turned on the shower to
wash away the smell of piss. Then they dragged me, naked and wet out into
the living room. They re-wrote my personal information on my forehead
with a Sharpie and then John fucked my face while his friend took
pictures. Then they swapped places for more pictures.
I ended the night being spit-roasted and filled with cum on both ends.
CLICK, CLICK, CLICK went the camera as I was used like the sissy cum dump
that I had claimed in my ad that I wanted to be.
And then it was over.
John and the mystery man unlocked the cuffs and left my apartment with
nothing more than a "We'll have to do this again real soon."
They put the ear buds in my ears and pushed play on the phone. It felt
right to go to sleep listening to the music file filling my ears, and I
collapsed and fell asleep right there on the living room floor.
Sometime around midnight I woke up and stumbled to the shower. I removed
my makeup and fingernail varnish, cleaned myself off and mentally vowed
to take a break from my sissy weekend adventures. Things had gone way too
far, although I did notice that my sissy clit was still throbbing and
calling out to me. This was, after all, my sissy fantasy finally come to
life, although I swore to myself to not allow it to happen ever again.
Boy, was I wrong.
My new life as a sissy slut started at 4:07am.
The text message and the picture came, followed by a list showing the
emails of my friends and family members. My mother's email address was
the last straw. I typed back, "Yes, Sir. What would you like me to do?"
By 4:10am I was back in my bathroom, with my enema bottle flowing into my
ass. "Master John," as I was instructed to call him from now on explained
that I would wake every morning at 4am and clean myself out so that I
would be ready to serve Master and his friends. Master John explained
that I should text him a picture each morning to prove that I was being
an obedient sissy slut.
I replied, "Yes, Sir." What else could I have done?
And as he instructed, I chanted my sissy mantra while I douched myself
out in anticipation for the day to come.
"I am a cock-hungry sissy slut," I repeated, not quite sure how I had
memorized this sissy mantra. "I live to suck cock and be fucked like the
sissy cum dump I am. I want nothing more than to spend my days being
fucked and filled full of hard cocks and cum. I need to be filled every
single day, like a good sissy slut, so I will obey Master John and beg
him to make me into the sissy whore I want to become."
I repeated this ten times and then emptied my bowels. I texted Master to
tell him that I had done as I had been instructed. I felt a surge of
pride, knowing that I was being a good sissy slut.
Master replied and told me to go check out the Craigslist's T4M section.
I found an ad right up at the top entitled "Sissy Slut Needs Daily
Training." The ad explained that Master John was training a new sissy
slut, and that I needed men to stop by my apartment every morning before
work, every day during my lunch break, and again late at night in order
to help turn me into a full-fledged sissy slut.
All Master John asked in return was a picture every time the men
splattered me with their cum. He explained that he would provide me with
a "Word of the Day" that I would write on a Post-It note along side of
the date. It must be visible every day in the pictures. Master would
expect at least five such pictures each and every day, which is why he
was looking for an ongoing series of cocks for his new sissy slut to
practice upon.
My picture was posted with the ad, although my contact info had been
blurred out. It ran alongside of some pictures of tied-up sissies with
captions like "I need to be fucked every day," "A good sissy always
swallows" and "You're the one who asked to be trained. Nobody said
becoming a sissy slut would be easy."
I could almost hear Master laughing in my head as he sent his next text
message.
"You asked for this," he said. "I'm going to make all of your sissy cum
dump dreams come true."
Five minutes later, as per Master's instructions, I had my butt plug back
in place, was wearing my bra, panties and stockings and kneeling while
blindfolded and gagged in my living room with my front door unlocked. A
piece of pink duct tape had been stuck to the doorknob to help my new
practice cocks know that they had arrived at the right place.
I put my headphones on and pushed play on the file labeled "Sissy slut
training 1." I couldn't really make out the words. In the back of my
mind, I figured out that it was something like a sissy hypnosis-training
file. I knew that I was foolish to listen to it. I couldn't help myself.
I pushed play and set the music file to play on repeat.
I stayed on my knees for the next hour or so, listening to the strange
music. Sometime around 6am another new Master, Julian came in and fucked
my mouth. He put his contact info into my phone, along with a picture of
my face stuffed full of his cock as the profile picture. From that point
on, every time he called me, that picture flashed across my screen.
Just before 7am, yet another new Master, Dave also stopped by and shot
his load deep into my ass. I was happy to see that he used a condom,
although he did tip it over and make me swallow his cum before he left.
Both men used my phone to take a picture of me in full sissy-slut mode
along with a post it note that read "Sissy 1" along with the day's date.
Sometime around 7:30 Master texted me to say that I was free to shower
and go to work. He warned me to be sure to be "pantied, plugged, shaved
and in stocking from this day on." I couldn't dream of disobeying his
commands.
Sure enough, Master texted me at work just after 9am, demanding a picture
to prove that I was being a good sissy slut. I practically ran to the
restroom so that I could comply with his demand, lest he send an
incriminating picture to my boss.
For some reason, I put my ear buds back in and listened to the sissy file
while I worked. I couldn't help myself, it was just something I "had" to
do, and it would be something I did everyday from that time onward.
Just before 11am, Master sent me a text saying that I would have a
visitor coming to my apartment at lunch, and that I should not keep him
waiting.
I sped home and as per instructions, I was naked and waiting on my knees
in my living room by 11:55am with my front door unlocked. Another new
Master, Joel came over and fucked me for 20 minutes straight. He turned
on my webcam so that people could watch me being a complete sissy slut.
15 people logged on to watch my first day of sissy lunch service. They
offered suggestions, so I was spanked like a bad gurl while anonymous men
watched me being degraded over my webcam.
Then it was back to work. Master John demanded another picture to prove
that I was still plugged so that the lunch cum wasn't leaking out of me
and spoiling my panties. I complied with his demand and then put my ear
buds back in.
Sometime around 3p, Master sent me a text explaining what my evening
schedule would be. I was to leave my car at work and instead go home with
Master Stewart, the mystery man who had fucked me last night, who would
pick me up at work at 5pm exactly.
The receptionist called at 4:58 to tell me that I had a visitor. I put
away my things and went to the lobby. To my utter humiliation, Master
Stewart grabbed me by the groin and dragged me out into the parking lot.
He popped open his trunk and pushed me inside, instructing to strip and
then tie myself up with the roll of duct tape that he tossed into the
truck.
Like a good sissy slut, I did what I was told. I felt compelled to obey
him. He was a man, after all, and he had a cock full of yummy cummy. I
really wanted to obey him just in case he would allow the honor of
sucking his cock later on.
As he drove away I obeyed his command and stripped naked and proceeded to
use the duct tape to secure my ankles and knees. I wrapped the tape
around my genitals, knowing full well that it would hurt like hell to
remove the tape. Then I used my mouth to wrap and tear the tape around my
wrists.
It wasn't a great job, but Master Stewart stopped after a few miles. He
popped the trunk and threw my "ugly boy clothes" to the curb. He then
wrapped my wrists up tightly, slammed the trunk shut and drove off.
He smiled and said, "Good sissy," and I was thrilled to think that I was
being a good sissy slut. My only disappointment was that I couldn't
listen to that sissy hypnosis file while I waited in the trunk of Master
Stewart's car.
It turns out that the Craigslist ad was a hit.
More than 20 men had responded. Master John chose the 10 with the biggest
cocks. I spent the night being driven to one house after another. I would
be dragged into the house, shoved roughly to my knees and then filled
full of cock. In the back of my mind, I knew that this was far more than
I had wanted. But the sissy hypnosis files were in full effect and I was
thrilled to know that if I was a good sissy, Master someday would make me
into a real girl.
Master Stewart joined in the fun at the first house He mounted me from
behind while I sucked off the man in front of me. I heard the ominous
CLICKS as round one of my sissy service was documented.
Yay! He came quickly, so I was being a good sissy slut. Hmm? Why did I
think that?
Then I was dragged back to the car and thrown in the trunk. We drove to
another address and the scene was repeated. The difference this time
around was that I was given a sissy mantra to repeat while I was being
fucked.
"My name is sissy slut Sean. I love being a cum dump for hard and horny
men. I will suck any cock of any man who wants to use me like the cum
dump I am." I then repeated my real boy name, my email, phone number and
address in between the horny thrusts that pounded into me from behind.
Of course it was all recorded. More blackmail to keep me on my knees like
the obedient sissy slut I was finally becoming. That was unnecessary. By
this time I truly believed everything I was saying and longed to become
my fantasy sissy slut for real, 24/7.
This went on all night. By 2am I had been dropped off and forced to suck
off 10 horny men. Every time I thanked them for allowing me the honor of
serving them and swallowing their delicious cum. Every time I gave them
my home address, phone number and begged them to stop by and use me
anytime they got the urge to fill a sissy cum dump like me full of cock
and cum.
Every time they promised that they would be stopping by on a regular
basis.
I got back to my apartment sometime around 2am and found Master John
waiting for me. He had a copy made of my door key, so when Master Stewart
dragged me inside, I was greeted by the sight of Master John sitting on
my couch, watching TV while some strange woman slowly and sensuously
licked his cock.
He smiled when he saw me. "Hello Sissy," he said and directed me to get
on my knees and join in the cock service. Then directing his comments to
Master Stewart, he asked, "I got the pictures. Looks like she was a good
slut."
Master Stewart agreed, although he sounded disappointed.
Master John laughed. "Don't worry," he said. She'll fuck up sooner or
later, and then we'll make her into a real sissy cum dump." The comment
caused me to stop what I was doing and shudder in fear. I felt a sharp
sting on my ass, and the mystery woman roughly forced my head up and down
on Masters cock.
"I fucked up too," she hissed into my ears. "Best mistake I ever made."
That was day one. I had serviced sixteen men and had been fucked and had
sucked my two new Masters off twice each. I wasn't hungry as my stomach
was full of all that yummy cum.
I was, however, exhausted, but I couldn't stop until Master was
satisfied.
At 3:00am I was finished for the day and led to my hall closet. I would
be sleeping in a tiny closet for the rest of my life, because a sissy
slut doesn't deserve to sleep in a bed. I didn't shower, because I wanted
to feel and smell the dried cum that was on me. It made me feel happy;
proof I was being a good sissy slut.
Master smiled and said, "Good sissy," as he closed the door. I put my ear
buds in and pushed play on my sissy hypnosis file. I had a huge smile on
my face. I had proved that I was a good sissy. I had sucked and swallowed
cocks all day long. My jaw was sore and my stomach was full, but I felt
good because I had obeyed Master's commands. I didn't really have a
choice.
"Good sissy cum dump," he said as I closed my eyes. Maybe tomorrow, I
thought, I would be a bad sissy. Not so much that I would disobey Master,
but just enough that he would punish me and help make me be a better
sissy slut.
What would he do?
Ohh, maybe he'd tattoo me? Or get me pierced? I knew that deep down, in
my heart of hearts I absolutely needed to be pierced and tattooed and
then locked in a chastity device so I could never, ever come again. Cum
was yummy, but my sissy cum would be icky and gross. I should never ever
cum again and a chastity device would keep me safe until Master did me
the favor of chopping my clitty and balls off.
That wouldn't happen until I grew breasts and had makeup tattooed onto my
face. Maybe, if I was a good sissy tomorrow, he would take me to a tattoo
parlor. Maybe, if I was a bad gurl, he would take me there as punishment.
I kind of wanted to be punished. I didn't know what to do.
And then it hit me. Be a good sissy. Always obey Master. But tomorrow I
would beg him to punish me anyway and take me to the tattoo parlor and
have me marked as his sissy slut forever. With that happy thought, I
pushed play on the hypnosis file and drifted off to sleep, repeating my
sissy mantra in my head.
"I am a cock-hungry sissy slut," I said as I drifted off to sleep. "I
live to suck cock and be fucked like the sissy cum dump I am. I want
nothing more than to spend my days being fucked and filled full of hard
cocks and cum. I need to be filled every single day, like a good sissy
slut, so I will obey Master John and beg him to make me into the sissy
whore I want to be."
My phone buzzed at 4:07am.
I didn't hesitate. I stood up and got out of the closet. I filled my
enema bag and cleaned myself out for another day of being a good sissy
slut. I repeated my mantra ten times, and then another ten just to make
sure I was good and clean.
I sent Master a text picture to prove that I was being a good sissy, and
then, on a whim, I decided to paint my fingernails a bright red. I had a
bottle of polish remover in my cupboard. I poured it all down the toilet.
I decided to go to work today in full sissy mode. In fact, I couldn't
wait any longer to prove that I was a good sissy slut. I went to my
closet and threw all of my boy clothes into a trash bag. I walked out,
completely naked and put my clothes into the trash dumpster. Today was
garbage day, so my yucky boy clothes would soon be gone forever. It was
the right thing to do.
I went back into my apartment and knelt down, waiting for the first cock
of the day to stop by. I put my ear buds back in and started chanting.
"I am a cock-hungry sissy slut..."
I was on autopilot when the first man stopped by. I attacked his cock
like a bitch in heat. I begged him to take my picture and send it to my
boss. I begged him to make me into a sissy slut for real. He laughed and
said that would be coming soon enough.
I heard the garbage truck stop by while he fucked me, and I shuddered in
pleasure knowing that I was being a good sissy. Master John was making
all of my sissy dreams come true. I would do whatever he wanted, and fuck
and suck whomever he wanted.
Sixteen cocks yesterday suddenly seemed like I hadn't lived up to my full
sissy potential. Maybe if I got myself fired at work today, I would have
more time to get that number up closer to thirty.
Thirty cocks! That sounded like a good starting point for a sissy slut in
training like me.
Just before 7am, Master John texted me and told me to get ready for work.
I replied that I intended to go to work today dressed as sissy slut
Michelle.
Makeup, fingernails, wig and slutty dress that would surely get me fired.
If that didn't work, I would beg my boss to let me suck him off.
Ooh, how great would it be to become the company's sissy slut, spending
my days answering phones while sitting on a dildo in the front office and
then running off at a moment's notice to suck the cocks of all of our
sales staff. Yes, that was what I would do as soon as I got to work,
because I was finally becoming a good sissy cum dump.
I put on my makeup, thinking that it would look better if it was tattooed
on. I used the semi-permanent lipstick and mascara. I started to put on
my wig. On a whim I decided to shave my head bald and then used the
medical adhesive that I used on my breast forms to attach the wig to my
head.
I glued the breast forms to my chest and then sprayed the glue on my
sissy clit and then secured it back between my ass checks. Panties,
stockings and garters and then a short skirt and low cut blouse came
next. I looked in the mirror and saw a sissy slut that screamed sex. I
knew I was ready and started out the door, off to work.
Just as I was about to leave, my front door opened and a man stepped
inside. "Sorry, I'm running late," he said. I assured him that it was no
problem as I sank to my knees and immediately devoured his cock.
Another nasty thought filled my head. I begged him to cum on my face, and
he was more than happy to comply with my request. I didn't clean it off,
and it was still wet and dripping as I drove to work.
There was an audible gasp from the receptionist as I stepped into work. I
just smiled and announced that; "I am sissy slut Sean. I belong to Master
John and hope that he makes me into a real sissy whore. I can't wait
until he chops off my ugly clitty and balls. In the meantime, I will be
in my office and will suck the cock of any man who wants to stop by and
use me like the sissy cum dump I am."
I swiped my key card and headed to my office. I put my ear buds in and
pressed play, stripping off my clothes and desperately hoping that I
would get to suck a few yummy cocks from sales before security escorted
me from the building.
If I was really lucky, I would even get to be a sissy slut for my boss,
but either way, I knew that I was finally living out my sissy slut
fantasies for real!
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