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I have always been something of a night owl, which means that I take a
while to get up and going in the morning. My alarm generally goes off at
7am, I hit snooze two or three times, then I finally get up and hop in
the shower while my coffee pot starts to percolate.
I grab my coffee and try to head out the door by 7:45, which is just
barely enough time to get me into the office by my 8am start time.
Needless to say, I frequently arrive with my hair still wet and me not
quite fully dressed.
I bring this up because I woke one Friday morning as usual and groggily
rolled out of bed. I stumbled to the shower and waited for the hot water
to bring me back to life. It wasn't working--I was still bone-tired and
groggy. My head hurt and I silently resolved to cut back on my barhopping
during the week.
For some reason I started thinking about hard cocks while standing in the
shower. I smiled and said under my breath, "I am a sissy slut. I long to
become a sissy whore and service all men and their yummy cocks." I wasn't
sure why I said that, but I was still half asleep, so I dismissed it and
got out of the shower.
It wasn't until I was wiping the steam off the mirror that I noticed
something was wrong. My fingernails were long and painted bright red! I'd
gotten some fancy manicure last night, except that I didn't remember it
happening. And why was I still thinking about cocks? For that matter,
what was that funny taste in my mouth?
A quick look down confirmed that I'd also gotten a pedicure, as my
toenails were painted a matching red color.
I toweled off and realized that all of my body hair was gone. And tiny
pains in my ears, nipples and groin pointed out that I had five new
piercings--Gold studs in my ears, tiny hoops in my nipples and one big
ring running through my cockhead.
Suddenly, I was wide-awake. "I am a sissy slut," I thought to myself.
What the fuck had happened last night? Somewhere in the back of my mind I
thought, "Duh, I am a sissy slut. I long to service all men and their
yummy cocks."
Something was obviously very wrong with me.
Not sure quite what to do, I decided to call in sick while I figured
everything out. I picked up my cell phone and found that my background
photo had been changed. Behind the app icons on my home screen was a
picture of me smiling while a big cock was being shoved down my throat.
I smiled and thought, "Sissy slut," and "Yummy cocks."
There were 40 similar pictures in my photo library and perhaps the most
troubling aspect of all was when I went to delete the pictures, Apple
informed me that I didn't have permission to do so. At least not without
my password, which no longer seemed to work on my phone. I suddenly
remembered that my password was "SISSYSLUT," but for some reason I
couldn't make my fingers type it out.
My phone rang. Somebody named "Master" was calling. The ring tone was
unmistakably my voice, moaning like a depraved whore in heat, begging,
"Fuck me Master. Fuck me like your sissy slut." I realized that my ass
was still throbbing and stretched out, which made it pretty obvious that
the ring tone had been recorded last night. In fact, reaching down I
discovered that something rubbery but hard was lodged firmly in my ass. I
tried to pull it out, but it felt wrong, so I let it slip back inside me.
My phone continued to ring. My voice continued to call out, begging to be
fucked. Still, I couldn't answer the phone. I just sat there, shaking and
not knowing what to do.
I text came through from "Master." It read, "Bitch, you better answer the
phone when I call." A picture followed--it was a perfectly clear shot of
me with a look of ecstasy in my eyes while some anonymous man fucked me
from behind and another rested his cock on my lips. A list of email
addresses soon followed. My mom. My sister. My pastor. My boss.
When the phone rang again, I answered immediately.
A deep baritone voice chuckled when I croaked out my "Hello?"
"Good morning, sissy," the mystery called said. "Happy birthday."
I started to protest, mumbling something about my birthday being in July,
but he cut me off. "Today is the first day of your new life as my sissy
slut. So happy birthday." I imagined a pink birthday cake covered with
penis candles. I shook my head to clear the image.
"Who is this?" I demanded, trying my best to sound like an assertive man,
all the while staring at my bright red fingernails and thinking that I
was obviously a sissy slut. Still, I had to try. "Leave me alone, or I'm
going to call the cops," I said in a voice that was a tenuous mix of
demanding and begging.
"Why can't I remember last night?" I continued. " Did you drug me? Rape
me? You're going to wish that you'd never met me before I'm through with
you." All the while I was thinking about sucking on a hard cock.
There was no reply on the other end of the phone so I pressed on. "Leave
me alone, or you'll be sorry." My voice cracked and I could feel
desperate tears welling up. It was obvious that I was in no position to
demand anything. After all, "I am a sissy slut. I long to become a sissy
whore and service all men and their yummy cocks."
After a moment, Master's voice came back on the phone. "Are you
finished?" he asked. When I didn't respond, he said "Good," and then
followed it with some phrase that I couldn't quite hear. I found myself
feeling strange--I felt compelled to obey this mystery Man. I knew in my
heart that it was my Master and I was his sissy slut. I almost started to
beg for forgiveness when I realized how bad I'd just been.
"Put your phone on speaker and assume the position I taught you last
night," he said, adding, "You are to remain silent until I tell you
otherwise." I nodded my assent and sank to my knees, head looking
straightforward with my hands held behind my back.
"Okay, slut," he said, and then after a moment, "I will forgive this
outburst, this one time. Now, REMEMBER SISSY SLUT MICHELLE and I suddenly
recalled everything that had happened last night.
I remembered meeting up with Dave and Jamie, two friends from work for
happy hour at Applebee's. For some reason, we had been talking about a
hypnosis stage show that was coming to town the next week. I had said
that it was all fake, and some woman I had never met before suddenly
appeared over the top of the booth and bet me that she could prove
hypnosis was real.
I was just drunk enough to accept the bet, so we asked our waitress to
move us to the back room where it was quiet. My two friends from work
were there, so I felt safe and agreed to close my eyes and let the woman
do her thing. I couldn't quite remember the specifics, but I woke with my
glass of beer carefully perched on top of my head. I was desperate to
hold perfectly still, lest I tip the glass over. Not because I didn't
want to get covered in beer, but because I needed to prove that I could
be obedient to this stranger.
Jamie was grinning and clapping, saying, "Me next." I watched, unable to
move, as she was easily hypnotized. Dave was still dubious, but the
mystery woman closed the door and ordered Jamie to take off her blouse
and bra. Jamie was soon topless in the back room of Applebee's.
The woman turned to Dave and said, "Your turn." Dave hesitated, but she
said, "C'mon, this is just for fun." She gave him a wicked smile and
Dave's machismo kicked into overdrive. Not wanting to be a pussy, he
said, "Why not."
Thirty minutes after hitting the back room, this mystery woman had all
three of us hypnotized and sitting in a trance around the table. Jamie
was absentmindedly singing nursery rhymes and rubbing her tits. Dave had
removed his pants and was using his hard cock like a drumstick, slapping
it against the table to some rhythm he could only hear in his head. I was
pinching my nipples and slapping my cock, wondering why I could only feel
my cock when I touched my nipples.
The room got quiet as hypnotist woman turned to me and asked me what my
deepest sex fantasy was. I didn't hesitate as I explained that I dreamed
about being a submissive sissy slut who would be blackmailed and forced
to become a cock-hungry whore. I wanted surgery, big breasts and every
kinky thing that my Master could think of. It was my deepest, darkest
secret. I was something I've fantasized about since high school, and it
felt great to finally admit it to somebody.
Dave was grinning when she asked him what his fantasy was. "That sound
good to me," he said while looking at me with lust in his eyes. "Always
wanted to have a bitch for a sex slave."
Jamie was smiling as well, quickly admitting that she'd always been
attracted to women, although she needed a "hard cock every once and a
while." She giggled and said that she's always wanted to be a whore, and
then she blushed to find that she'd admitted this to a stranger.
The mystery woman just smiled whispered something into Jamie's ear. Jamie
grinned and slid under the table. Her hands quickly reappeared, shoving
her skirt and panties into my lap. The hypnotist casually mentioned that
a sissy slut like me should be wearing panties, even if they were used. I
couldn't help myself. I quickly stood and stripped, putting on Jamie's
panties. I desperately wanted to wear the skirt as well, but it wouldn't
fit.
The woman got a wicked look in her eyes that was part sadistic plan, part
impending orgasm from Jamie's under-the-table efforts. Our lives were
about to be completely changed.
She explained that "Master" Dave was going to become the kinkiest Master
of all time. He would suddenly be compelled to find somebody to train
into becoming the biggest sissy slut in town. He would train this sissy
(my heart skipped a beat as I hoped it would be me) and then pay for her
sexual re-assignment surgeries and ultimately sell her to some pimp
before looking for another sissy to train.
I would become Dave's willing plaything. I would spend my every waking
hour thinking about becoming his perfect sissy slut. I would beg him to
use me and find other men to help train me to submit to every kinky
fantasy possible. I would spend my days researching the most-depraved sex
acts of all time, and dreaming of the day that I would perform them
perfectly for my Master.
She whispered something into my ear and I started to repeat, "I am a
sissy slut. I long to become a sissy whore and service all men and their
yummy cocks."
I smiled while chanting my new sissy mantra. She smiled back and told me
to get under the table and start servicing my new daddy. She helpfully
said something that took away my gag reflex, so I spent the next few
hours with Master Dave's hard cock rammed down my throat. My nose stayed
tight against his balls for the next few hours. I couldn't hear her
continued conversation with Master Dave. I didn't want to hear it.
Master's cock was now the center of my world, and I was content to have
it deep down my throat while I mumbled, "I am a sissy slut. I long to
become a sissy whore and service all men and their yummy cocks," over and
over again.
Somewhere during that time, I felt Jamie slide around under the table.
She maneuvered so that our ass cheeks were touching and then reached back
and started squeezing my balls as hard as she could. I was shaking in
pain, but all I could think of was that one day, when I could prove I
deserved it, these ugly balls would get chopped off. Why does a sissy
slut need balls, after all?
I'm guessing that Jamie and I were under the table for a few hours. Dave
came three times while I ran my tongue along the underside of his cock. I
know that a waitress popped in and Dave gave her a $500 tip to leave us
alone. I just kept repeating, "I am a sissy slut. I long to become a
sissy whore and service all men and their yummy cocks."
The word must have gotten around that there was an orgy of sorts going on
in the back room. Suddenly we all stood up and paraded out of Applebee's.
Dave's cock was still hanging out of his pants, but he was unashamed as
he led Jamie and me out toward the parking lot. Jamie was completely
naked, and I was wearing her panties. Neither of us could think of
anything but serving our new Masters.
A lady at the door looked at us with disgust and said that she was going
to call the cops. I stopped, smiled at her and proudly said, "I am a
sissy slut. I long to become a sissy whore and service all men and their
yummy cocks." Jamie clapped in agreement, adding, "I am a bimbo whore. I
am only happy when all of my holes are filled with hard cocks or there is
a tasty pussy covering my face. I love being a whore!"
The woman was shocked into silence as we wheeled away and strutted out
into the parking lot. Dave popped the trunk on his car and Jamie and I
quickly climbed inside. "You two sluts can make out," Dave told us, "But
no coming until I say so."
"Yes, Master," we both replied in unison and then giggling, climbed into
the trunk and started making out. I spent the whole time wishing I had
Jamie's tits. She mentioned that she couldn't wait for me to become a
real girl so she could "fuck me right."
We drove off before the police could get there. We ended up in the
parking lot of a tattoo parlor. We were rushed into the backroom where a
large bearded man asked us if we were "sure about this?" I didn't know
what "this" was, but I immediately said yes.
"Me too," said Jamie and then sank to her knees and begged the man to let
her suck him while he did my piercings. "I am a bimbo whore," she said. I
couldn't hear the rest of her mantra as it was muffled by the tattoo
man's hard cock.
Being a good guy, the man said he'd let her suck his cock while he worked
on me. Jamie hadn't waited for permission. The man pierced my ears, put
hoops in my nipples and then put a PA ring in my cock. It hurt like hell,
but I loved every minute of it because it meant that I was taking my
first steps toward becoming a true sissy slut. I thought, "I am a sissy
slut," and repeated my sissy mantra the whole time.
As soon as the piercings were in place, Jamie popped up and said, "My
turn." I sank to my knees and said, "My turn," as I swallowed the tattoo
man's cock down in one gulp. Jamie got her tits, tongue, labia and belly
button pierced. I got a hot load of cum just as he was finishing up.
Master Dave returned with a black plastic bag just as we were finishing
up. He'd been to the adult store down the street and purchased some new
toys for us. We both had new lingerie that was little more than just some
flimsy strings and a few tiny pieces of fabric. It looked so sexy, and
perfect for a sissy slut and a bimbo whore.
There were two large butt plugs that were quickly shoved into place. I
got a wig and some heels. We both got a home manicure set. Jamie giggled
as she ripped open the package.
I felt like a little girl on Christmas day as we plopped down on the
floor of the tattoo parlor and Jamie gave me my first manicure. Somewhere
through all the haze, I heard the tattoo man say, "These two are freaks."
Dave laughed and said, "You ain't seen nothing yet. We'll be back later
on to do the tattoos."
The man smiled and said, "Come by tomorrow after we close. I've got some
friends that will want to get in on this." Master Dave shook his hand and
we were ushered back into the trunk. We kissed again, but we were
carefully this time not to ruin our nails.
An hour later and we arrived at Master Dave's house. He has a German
shepherd that he keeps kenneled in his back yard. Jamie and I were
collared and chained up, locked inside the kennel while Master Dave and
the mystery woman went into the house to continue their talk. The dog,
King sniffed us and started licking my ass. I was petrified that he would
try to mount me. Then I thought that Master Dave might have wanted to
have his dog breed me, so I started to wiggle my ass to get the dog's
attention.
It wasn't to be. Thirty minutes later, Master and the mystery woman
returned with a man who wasn't even trying to hide his hard cock. "Good
doggies," Master Dave said when he saw us straining at our leashes. He
pulled King out of the kennel and said, "I put an ad on Craigslist,
asking men to stop by and service my new sissy slut and bimbo whore
tonight. Already got twelve replies, so you better to work."
He unclipped our leashes and Jamie and I practically leapt on the man.
Ultimately, I was bent over and moaned like a good sissy slut. Jamie
licked his balls and ass as the Craigslist man fucked me hard. There was
a flash of light and somebody took the first picture of the night. It was
the first of forty-some pictures. What did I care? "I am a sissy slut. I
long to become a sissy whore and service all men and their yummy cocks."
We serviced 23 men before Master Dave finally sent us home sometime
around 4am. My ass was stretched wide open and leaking cum until Bimbo
Jamie put my plug back in. My stomach was full of cum. I felt wonderful--I
was finally becoming a real sissy. Bimbo Jamie smiled at me and said that
this was fun, but that she couldn't "wait until I was her real
girlfriend." I smiled back, but inside I knew that it wouldn't work
because she didn't have a yummy cock to suck.
The hypnotist woman met us in the backyard before we left. She spent
several minutes whispering into each of our ears. I couldn't move the
whole time, and I don't remember what she said. I just recall that her
words made me very happy about becoming Master Dave's new sissy slut. And
I couldn't wait until one day I could be Jamie's bimbo whore sister as
well.
We were cleaned up (with the garden hose) and then shoved, sopping wet
into a cab. Jamie sucked the cabbie's cock while he drove me home. I
pouted in the back seat, wishing I could get some cock too. I had to
satisfy myself by bouncing up and down on my plug while I repeated to
myself, "I am a sissy slut. I long to become a sissy whore and service
all men and their yummy cocks."
The cabbie dropped me off at my front door. Jamie popped up to give me a
cummy kiss goodnight before lowering her head back down into the driver's
lap. "This is where I live," I told the cabbie. "Feel free to stop by if
you ever need a sissy to take care of your yummy cock."
I turned and strutted to my front door. I had a spare key hidden under a
planter. It made a lot of noise as I rolled it away to retrieve the key.
What did I care? "I am a sissy slut. I long to become a sissy whore and
service all men and their yummy cocks." I kind of hoped that the whole
neighborhood was watching me. Especially a few of the hunky men who were
my neighbors. I giggled at the thought of being surrounded by all those
yummy cocks.
I let myself in and carefully removed my wig, heels and lingerie. I was
exhausted. Part of me really wanted to go back out and find some cock.
Part of me knew that I had to get some sleep. "A sleepy sissy isn't any
good," I thought, so I crawled into bed and fell asleep repeating, "I am
a sissy slut. I long to become a sissy whore and service all men and
their yummy cocks."
This all came flooding back to me. How could this have happened? Hypnosis
wasn't real. I knew that to be true, except that I found that I still
couldn't talk. And I couldn't stop my sissy mantra from running through
my head. And why was I bouncing up and down, fucking myself on the plug
that was still lodged firmly in my ass?
Finally, Master Dave told me that I could speak. I lowered my head,
ashamed of what had happened, but knowing full well that I did much of it
to myself. After all, everybody knows that you can't be hypnotized into
doing something that you really don't want to do. He ordered me to
respond, and so I did in the most truthful way possible. "I am a sissy
slut," I said. "I long to become a sissy whore and service all men and
their yummy cocks."
Master Dave and laughed and said, "Good sissy. Last night was just the
beginning. You were hypnotized, and I can put you under again, but I like
the idea of turning you into a depraved sissy slut while you're still
you, hating every moment and unable to do anything about it."
"What do you say, sissy?" he asked with some danger creeping into his
voice. "Want to be my sissy slut?"
I new I was beaten, but I couldn't bring myself to say so. Master Dave
suddenly erupted. "Say 'Yes, Sir,' you slut, or I'll make your life into
your worst fucking nightmare." He was breathing hard at the thought of
turning me into his sissy. I knew that he was hard at the thought. I was
hard as well. "Hypnotized or not," he spat, "you will be my sissy whore.
Now say 'Yes, Sir' and let's begin!"
"Yes, Sir," I complied, adding "Sorry, Sir."
"Good girl," he replied with a calm voice that terrified me. "There are
only three rules, for now."
"One: when I tell you to do something, you are to say 'Yes, Sir' and
immediately do it. No matter what I say. If I tell you to strip naked in
public and walk up to a police officer and beg to suck his cock, your
response will be..."
"Yes, Sir."
"Damn right," he said. "Two: We will document your new life as a sissy
slut with lots of pictures and videos. I will expect at least ten
pictures each and every day. Pictures of you sucking dirty cocks or
getting fucked up the ass or covered in cum. Pictures of you prancing
around in sissy outfits or tied up on the floor like some used slut."
An ominous note crept into his voice as he added, "I'm going to post
these online. If you're a good girl, I'll keep them private, for now,
anyway." There was another pause and he started laughing to himself.
"Naw, a sissy slut like you probably wants to get exposed. I think I'll
post these pictures online along with your home address. You'd like that,
wouldn't you, sissy?"
I found myself mumbling "Yes, Sir." That wasn't good enough for Master.
He made me reply with a loud, clear voice so that he knew I was taking
him seriously. "Good," he replied. "I'm sending your mom these pictures
now."
"Three," he continued after a moment's pause, "When I'm not around to
direct you, you will practice being a good sissy on your own. You have
your sissy mantra to repeat anytime you're not busy sucking cock. You
will go to work everyday wearing panties and a big butt plug, which you
can bounce up and down on while you wait for me to call. I'm even going
to give you some sissy hypnosis files to watch, which will make you a
perfect sissy bimbo fuck toy."
I swallowed hard and then said, "Yes, Sir."
"Good girl," Master said. "Now, I want you to post an ad online. Find a
way to put your home address and phone number in the ad. It should say
something like 'Sissy slut in training. Willing to service anybody who
wants to help train me to become a better slut."
"Yes, Sir," I said, wondering if I could actually do it. Be sure to
attach all the photos from last night to the ad and then end me the link.
"Yes, Sir," I meekly replied.
"Then you should go to the mall and buy a slutty new outfit. Buy two. Max
out your credit cards. Then, get your hair done all sexy, then when
you're looking like a full fledged sissy slut, head into work and offer
up your resignation."
"Don't worry," he said, "you'll be moving into my house. You and King and
the bimbo will make great roommates."
He laughed. I was shaking in fear. How could I possibly do this?
Then Master Dave said the magical words. He said "BECOME SISSY SLUT
MICHELLE," and I was flooded with images of me being my true sissy self
once again. I couldn't wait to get back on my knees and start sucking
cock, like the true sissy slut I longed to become. The true sissy slut I
needed to become.
I suddenly had lots of ideas about what I would say in my Craigslist ad.
I giggled in anticipation at all the cocks that would be stopping by to
fill my belly full of cum. But first off, I had to make myself into the
best-looking sissy possible. I would spend the whole day making myself
pretty--only then I would be worthy to become Master Dave's sissy slut.
I was so happy. "Yes, Sir," I cried, but Master had already hung up. No
worries. I knew what I had to do. I texted Bimbo Jamie and asked if she
wanted to go shopping with me? My phone rang immediately. "Oh my gawd,
slut," Stacie nearly screaming into the phone. "Let's go make you my
sissy girlfriend, then let's get us some cock."
I was grinning in anticipation.
My phone rang again. It was my mother. I didn't have time for that bitch.
I opened a text window and wrote, "Can't talk now. Too busy turning
myself into a sissy whore. Just so we are clear, I am a sissy slut. I
long to become a sissy whore and service all men and their yummy cocks."
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