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ALVIN'S BIG DATE by Throne Alvin couldn't believe it. He actually had a date. It was a blind date because, well, what girl would want to go out with him after she got a look at him? He was short and scrawny, with a big head perched on a skinny neck. His face wasn't much to look at either. But one of the girls in the office where he worked doing menial jobs had set him up with a friend of hers. That surprised him because his co-worker usually just made fun of him. In fact, all the girls in the office did that. This was going to be wonderful, he told himself. But what if he got lucky? What if she wanted... S - E - X ? Even though that had never happened before, he had to be prepared. That was why he was going to the store to buy a pack of condoms. He had picked a retailer carefully. He didn't want to go someplace where he would be noticed. No, he would go to that little shop. The one with a dottering old man behind the counter. That fellow certainly wouldn't call any attention to him. He got there and hesitated. Maybe he should buy something else too, so it wouldn't appear that all he wanted was the rubbers. Of course, that WAS all he wanted, but others didn't have to know that. So as he walked through the store, toward the counter in the rear, he glanced at the merchandise on either side of the aisle, trying to decide on what else to purchase. He decided on a box of tissues. You could never have too many of those. Feeling proud of his cleverness, he looked for the familiar old salesclerk. Alvin stopped where he was, his eyes wide, weak mouth open, narrow chin trembling. Instead of the fumbling old fellow, he was confronted by a tall imposing woman of middle age. She had dark hair, grey at the temples, pulled back into a severe bun. Her face was stern and wire-rim glasses framed her piercing eyes. He swallowed nervously. Her blouse, with its high collar, made him think of a strict teacher or librarian. She gazed at him with a mixture of amusement and maliciousness. Before he could reach her she said, rather too loudly, "Yes, young man? How may I help you?" He hated that she was drawing attention to him. Alvin stood there, hugging the box of tissues to his narrow chest. He had lost his ability to speak. It took him long moments before he could form any words. At last he said in a strangled voice, "I want to buy some... um... c... c..." She sneered and said, "Cookies? Do you want to buy some cookies?" More upset than before, he stammered, "N... nuh... no. I want to buh... buy... s... some... c... con..." "Candy? You'd like some delicious candy?" He pressed his knees together and struggled to communicate. "I want to p... pur... purchase some condoms." "Oh," she responded in a clear voice that projected to everyone nearby. "You want to buy some CONDOMS. Is that correct, young man? Do you want CONDOMS?" He nearly gagged on shame. "Y... yes, please. I want some of... those." She glanced back at the display behind her and then locked eyes with him again. "And what SIZE of CONDOMS would you prefer? Would you like EXTRA LARGE CONDOMS?" Alvin thought about his penis. He knew it was small but still, being prone to denial when it came to his many shortcomings, he didn't actually think of it as small. Still, he knew it wasn't EXTRA LARGE. So he told her, "No thank you. I... I'm not exactly sure w... wh... what size." Feeling wicked, she said, "Well, let's have a look. Stand with your legs apart, please." A cute girl had been listening and now came over, curious to see what was happening. She took one look at Alvin and snickered, then stepped into his line of vision so he would know he was being observed in his time of discomfort. The woman behind the counter said that he looked like a size XXX. That gave Alvin a thrill. He thought it must have something to do with the DVDs he was always watching, which were rated XXX, and the men in those were all very well endowed. So he nodded vigorously in agreement. The woman chuckled soundlessly, making her full bust rise and fall. She raised one eyebrow and pursed her lips, while looking directly at him. She turned toward someone who was working at the far end of the counter and called out, "Do we have any XXX size condoms? Were there some XXX condoms in the new order that you unpacked earlier?" The other person turned out to be an effeminate man wearing a plaid shirt and a bright green bowtie. He must have been listening in and caught the tone of the exchange. He told her, "Oh yes, dear, those arrived this afternoon. That's lucky for your customer, because we don't get much call for them." Other people were gravitating to the scene, curious to find out what was going on. As soon as they saw Alvin and how ridiculous he looked, they got into the spirit of it. The salesman made a show of bringing over a pack of the requested item and handing it to the woman. Alvin stood there shifting his feet in nervous excitement. This was all sort of embarrassing, but it also meant that all the people around him would assume that he was going to have sex that evening. He pulled back his unimpressive shoulders and stuck out his unenviable chest. The saleswoman said, "Have you ever bought condoms? Have you had any experience with them? Hmmm?" Suddenly upset again, he licked his lips and replied, "I... really... uh... haven't." "Because..." She paused to make sure everyone was listening. "You don't need them if you're going to be with a blow-up doll." "Oh no," he said proudly. "This time it won't be with my inflatable girlfriend." There were giggles from several females and gruff laughter from a punk in a leather jacket. Alvin realized what a humiliating confession he had just made -- in public -- and blushed bright red. The saleswoman went on, "And you don't need condoms if you're just humping your pillow." Still in a dither he said without thinking, "Oh no, Ma'am. I haven't used my pillow since I got the rubber doll." He had done it again! No one bothered to suppress their laughter this time. They howled and hooted. He cringed under the assault of merriment and dug in his pocket for his wallet. He fumbled out some money and paid. The clerk put eveything into a bag but didn't give it to him. She said, "I doubt that you'll have any luck getting to use those condoms. It's more likely that you'll wind up jerking off into a couple of those tissues. Isn't that right?" Everyone was waiting for his answer. He held the wallet in both hands and stood there like an idiot. At last he managed to say, "I... I'm going to have a really good date, with a really great girl." "Ha! I'd be surprised if it was even a real girl. More likely you'll be dreaming about a date while you play with your little pee pee." That got a final outburst of laughter from the gathered listeners before Alvin was allowed to have his package. He hurried outside, took the condoms, and put them into the inner pocket of his unattractive sportcoat. He straightened his narrow tie and put the bag with the tissues in it under his unmanly arm. The address of his date's apartment was only a few blocks away. He rushed toward it, eager to at last have his first real sexual encounter. Maybe. The building was a nice place with a brick front. He entered the foyer and saw all the buttons for the residents' doorbells. Squinting, he looked for the name Olivia Olsen. There it was, in bold block letters. OLIVIA O. His quivering finger pressed the button and the speaker came alive as a female voice asked who it was. He squeaked out, "It's me." When she didn't respond he understood his mistake and clarified, "It's Alvin. Your date. That Bethany got you. I mean, got me. Got us." He was making a terrible botch of this. Alvin made a throat-clearing sound and said, "I'm here for our date. I'm Alvin." There was a long hesitiation before she finally buzzed him in. He went through the security door and up a flight of steps, then found the correct door and gave a feeble knock. The door swung inward and there stood a girl with a bad blond dye job on her hair, wearing a tank top that showed off her attractive bust, and yoga pants that accentuated her big hips and thighs. He was smitten and stood there speechless. Olivia looked him up and down and burst out laughing. Obviously her co- worker had played a joke on her. This wimp was hopeless. But then she told herself that she shouldn't judge him entirely by his appearance. "I'm sorry," she said, getting herself under control. "It's just that I thought you would be... different." She ushered him in and he ogled her breasts as he went by. After she closed the door and stepped past him he saw how big and round her bottom was, and nearly swooned. Olivia sat on the couch and gestured for him to occupy the other end. She didn't want him too close to her until she got a better impression of him. "So," she said cheerily, "you work with Bethany." "Not... no. I don't work with her exactly. Just at the same place. Where we work. I'm sort of the... I clean up and things. The girls all think I'm... funny. I mean fun. I mean they... um... like me." "Right," she said uncertainly. "So, do you like to read?" When he drew a blank she added, "... books?" "Oh. I... no. I do like magazines." Then he remembered that he shouldn't talk about his collection of porn mags, or the fact that many of them had their pages stained and stuck together with... well... what he had gotten all over them. She tried several other topics but he they prompted equally awkward comments from him. This guy was a complete waste of time. He inched closer to her, took the lapels of that ugly jacket, and gave them a tug, as if he thought he was being jaunty. Instead, he only succeeded in shaking loose something that had been in the inside pocket. She looked down and saw a package of condoms. And they were XXX size. The guys she had been with wore Super X or Jumbo X. Triple Xs were small. Very small. Rather than let the evening be a total disaster, Olivia decided to have some fun. She took the package and held it up, saying. "Ohhh, you came prepared. I like that." Her eyes went significantly to his crotch and she said, "Stand up and show me what you've got, handsome." Alvin was so surprised that he didn't stop to think. Instead he stood up. Having never had this degree of success with a girl before, he wasn't sure what to do next. Olivia reached out and lightly stroked the front of his jeans. She purred seductively, "Get out of those pants, Tiger." He gulped and hurried to undo his belt, having trouble with even that simple task. But he did it and got the zipper down, too. Then he pulled down the jeans before he remembered that he had to take off his shoes. He struggled to do that while still standing and it was all Olivia could do to not burst out laughing. He finally got it done and stood there in jockey shorts that showed her -- was that little bump really his dick? -- how shrimpy he was down there. Feeling devilish, she told him to get out of his shorts. He did and she was amazed at how tiny his equipment was. Olivia suggested that he don one of the XXXs so they could have some fun. Hardly able to believe how well he was doing, Alvin fumbled the box open and fought to tear the foil off one of the rubbers. When he had it out and unrolled he started to put it on. "I don't believe it," Olivia marveled. "That's the smallest size they make and it's still too big for you." He had pulled the length of latex over his stiff member and saw that she was right. When he let go of the condom it hung loosely on his miniature penis. "This is hilarious," she said. "I mean, you don't even qualify to be called a man. More like a sissy loser wimp. I ought to..." Her eyes lit up with inspiration. "I know what I should do. My niece was here last week and left some of her clothes. They'd fit perfectly on a twerp your size. Get undressed. Completely." She stood up. Alvin loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top of his shirt. When he didn't do anything else she grabbed his pants and shorts off the floor and left the room with them. Olivia called back to him, "I don't imagine you'll be leaving without these, jerk." Confused and let down, not able to leave half naked, he got out of the rest of what he'd been wearing. Moments later Olivia reappeared with her arms full of clothes. She threw everything onto the couch and sorted through it, finding a little pair of panties, pink ones with tiny bows on their hips. When she held them out to Alvin he took them submissively and, with her giving him a challenging look, surrendered and stepped into them. As he worked the lightweight garment up his pale slender legs, she chortled at what she was doing. This was FUN. Watching him squirm with humiliation was FUN. And she was already getting ideas for more things she could do to him that would be even more FUN. Once he was in the panties she made him mince around the room. It was excruciatingly shameful but at least he was covered down there. Then she tossed him a cropped baby tee. He pulled it over his head and wriggled it down, feeling how closely it fit. The top was red with swirling pink letters on the front that said CUTE. And the letters had sparkly stuff on them. Olivia said, "Rub your nipples through the material, stupid. You're no good as a date, but you can at least give me some entertainment. Play with your titties and let's see if that thing between your legs gets any bigger." But he was already fully erect. The condom had fallen onto the floor. He toyed with his nipples and she giggled at his performance. His dick leaked and a wet spot appeared on the crotch of the panties. She selected some scarves from her niece's items and tied one around each of his narrow wrists. Now when she had him swish around the room he could wave his arms and make the scarves move with them. She laughed wildly. "Now let's see you strike some girly poses," she said, fully caught up in this new game. "Put your hands on your chest, turn sideways, and stick out your butt. Now turn your dopey face toward me and lick your lips. Hold it right there." He froze and, too late, saw that she had gotten her cell phone and was aiming it at him to take his picture. Alvin felt disgraced but recalled that she still had his pants and undershorts in the next room. He was afraid to defy her. So he had to assume another half dozen poses while she kept taking shots. Emboldened by his weakness, she demanded, "You like to play with that baby dick of yours, don't you?" Too nervous to attempt a lie, he admitted in a small voice, "Yes. I do. All the time." "Of course you do. No female would want that itty bitty thing near her. You are NEVER going to have sex with a girl. Ever. Right?" "I... suppose so." "Believe me... you won't." She found some pale yellow stockings and made him put on those, too. He had to touch them and rub his thighs together. That was when she commanded him to pull down his panties and give her another good look at his 'poor excuse for a cock'. He did and she told him to get his hand on it. "You'll only need a thumb and one finger to play with your small dickie." She chuckled. "Now give it a few strokes, you dumb wanker. Let's see your technique." He blushed as he tugged his short slender dick several times. It felt so good, and Olivia was so sexy, but everything else was totally wrong. He didn't want to have to look and act all feminine. Even so, at least he was with a girl and doing something sexual, no matter how disgraceful it was at the same time. Alvin sighed and closed his eyes. He fell into the familiar rhythm of jerking off. "STOP!" she barked at him. "You're enjoying it to much. Instead you should..." She thought for a second. "I know. Let's go to the kitchen, weenie-whacker." He followed silently and watched her take a loaf of white bread from the fridge and remove one slice. Then she looked from the bread to his immature organ and tore the slice in half. She gave it to him and said, "Wrap that around your 'party frank' and give it some hand-love that way." Olivia had found a way to take the meager enjoyment he had found away from him. He got the bread under his tiny erection and curved it up and over, then resumed masturbating. It was so awful to have to do it that he couldn't take any pleasure from what he was doing, as he had before. Now it was pure humiliation. "You are a complete wussy," she jeered. The mocking woman got a jar of mayonaisse from the fridge and made him stop and unroll the bread. She used a plastic spoon to get a big dollop of mayo and had him use his finger to smear it all over his hard-on. Then he had to re-wrap the bread and resume wanking. It felt better and he closed his eyes once more. That helped, until she snapped at him to look at her. She wanted to see the shame all over his face. He had to play with his little 'sex sandwich' as she called it until he was on the verge of shooting. That was when she made him halt so that he couldn't get any satisfaction. Alvin was used to finishing himself all the time and it was frustrating not to be allowed to do that. Instead, she ordered him to continue fingering himself with one hand, and use the other to feed himself the bread. Fascinated by how easy it was to control him, she decided that this was too good an opportunity to let pass by. "All right, you useless sissy. Here's what we're going to do. You're going to be my new boyfriend. Or girlfriend. Not for sex but just for me to play games with. You'll show up here whenever I say, I'll play dress-up with you, and then we'll... Oh, I know. You can go to a sex shop after you leave here and buy a bunch of bedroom toys for me to use on you. I'll tell you what to get. That'll be FUN. I'll have my own sissy slave to do whatever I please with." After she gave him the list it struck him how awful it was going to be to buy what she wanted. It would be much MUCH worse than just getting a pack of rubbers. His date hadn't turned out well. Not well at all. TWO WEEKS LATER Alvin was wearing another unwanted outfit, similar to the many Olivia had previously gotten him into. He had on a black, sleeveless, mesh top with silver trim around the neck, armholes, and bottom. A little pink bow was below his prominant Adam's apple. There were no panties this time, just a garterbelt and stockings, also black. Over the bottoms of the stockings he wore bright orange socks with the tops rolled over, bordered by lace. Olivia had told him 'No more haircuts' and now his longish locks were in two short ponytails at the sides of his head. He looked absurd with his undernourished physique on display, and that was the way she liked it. Olivia had instructed him that whenever he was with her he had to walk and talk in an exaggeratedly girly manner. She asked, "Is there beer in the fridge? Snacks too?" He nodded and looked at her hopefully for some small sign of approval. She granted him a brief smile. She had on a very short belted robe. When she flopped onto the couch her plump legs were well shown off. She pointed toward the floor and he knew what that meant. Alvin dropped to his knees in front of her. She shook her head, still not fully able to believe how easy it was to rule him. "I know what you want," she said wearily. "Go on. Kiss my feet. Hope you don't mind that they're kind of sweaty." He didn't mind at all. Alvin was intoxicated by the natural scent between her toes. He pressed his lips to her unwashed feet and inhaled deeply. His head swam. Not hurrying, afraid that she might withdraw this treat, he kissed gently and only after two minutes of that dared to slip his tongue between her first and second toes. She pushed the big toe into his mouth. Olivia was feeling generous. Besides, she enjoyed how he was getting addicted to her body. The first time, she had commanded him to worship her feet. Olivia had meant it as a way to disgrace him. Instead, he took to it instantly, grateful for even that limited contact with her. Soon he had become hooked on the task which, to someone else, would have been deeply unpleasant. While he worshipped her feet she let her head loll back and thought about all the indignities she had heaped upon him in the past 14 days. And about the really big one that she was about to add. Alvin was completely captivated by his footplay when a firm knock sounded on the door. The kneeling sissy didn't understand. No one had buzzed the apartment. Olivia would have had to give someone her spare downstairs key, which she had denied to Alvin. Who could it be? He didn't want anyone to see him like he was. She said lazily, "Go and answer the door, wimp." He got up nervously, licking his lips, still tasting her feet. Alvin didn't want anyone else to see him in his sissy clothes, especially not with his tiny dick exposed. But he was too scared to disobey her. He went to the door, gripped the knob, and turned it. Whoever was on the other side pushed hard, the door slammed into Alvin, and the skinny weakling staggered backwards. Into the apartment strode a tall young man, husky, with a swarthy complexion. He had a shaved head. He sneered as he went past Alvin, straight to Olivia, and took her in his manly arms. As they embraced and kissed, all poor Alvin could do was stand there with his mouth hanging open. After a long kiss, Olivia said to Alvin, "This is Rex. I used to date him a while back. Aren't you glad we got back together?" Alvin wrung his hands and nodded. "Y... yes, dear." The guy looked back over his shoulder. "Do we have to have this perv around while we get it on?" "Aw, he's harmless," Olivia said. "It's not like he's a real man or anything. He's more like a housepet. In fact, I've started calling him Sissy Pet." She told Alvin in a firm voice, "Go and get your toybox, Sissy Pet." He cringed at the order but hurried off to obey. When he returned he was carrying a cardboard box that contained the sex toys she had made him purchase. Written on it in marker were the words SISSY PET'S TOYBOX. He stood there, holding it out to her. She rummaged through it and took a very small vibrator. "Here," she told Alvin. "Use this on your nipples through that cute top. Show Rex how you can make your itty bitty dickie get all hard." Alvin's lower lip quivered with shame but he turned on the device. Olivia made a joke about how she had insisted that he get the smallest vibrator for himself because he had the smallest penis. Alvin touched it to one nipple and then the other. Sure enough, his dick got hard. Rex saw that it didn't get much bigger and laughed out loud. Olivia laughed along with him, then put her hand on the front of his slacks. She said, "What a difference between you and him." She told Alvin, "Use that on your nipples for another minute or two, and then get busy with my feet." Olivia hadn't allowed him to ejaculate since they met, so Alvin was desperate for relief. Rex undid her belt and when the robe fell open he put his hands on her breasts and gently massaged them. She purred and moved closer for another kiss. Alvin, in his sissy outfit, sank to the floor and began to kiss her toes. While she held onto Rex she raised one foot so her pet could kiss its underside. Alvin pressed his lips to the sole of her foot and she pushed it hard against his lower face. At the same time, Rex had his tongue in her mouth and his hands had moved to her wide ass. Alvin glanced up, now with her toes between his lips, and saw how eager they were for each other. He felt worthless. Rex was totally masculine, while Alvin was nothing but a pathetic sissy. Even so, he was thrilled that Olivia had defended him as her 'pet'. Soon she had Rex's cock out of his pants. It was bigger than average, which made Alvin feel even more inadequate. He grovelled on the floor and dared to kiss Olivia's calf. She barked at him, "Hey, you idiot. I didn't tell you to go any higher." Rex offered, "Do you want me to smack him around? Bet I can make the little pussy cry." "No, it's okay. I just haven't finished training him. But at least he's housebroken." She laughed and so did her dusky boyfriend. Alvin cowered at their feet and kisser her instep. He really was hooked on her lower extremeties. Oliva asked her lover, "So, what do you think of my sissy?" "I guess he's okay." "Do you mind if he watches us in bed? I want the little twerp to see what he's never going to get from me." Rex guffawed. Like a lot of guys, he got a thrill from demonstrating his superiority over a less capable male. "Sure," he agreed. "Let the jerk see how a real man pleases his woman." He gave Olivia's broad bottom a pat and announced, "Time for bed, baby." She grinned at him and hooked her arm through his. As they started for the bedroom she called to Alvin, "Hey, Sissy Pet. Go and fetch your pillow." He rushed off to the livingroom, where she had a dog bed that he was allowed to curl up on while she watched TV. Sometimes she even let him place the bed at her feet, and while he lay there she used him as a footrest. Sometimes she would put her feet on his face but NOT let him kiss or lick or suck. For Alvin that was pure torment. He took the pillow and hurried to the bedroom, where he found them already naked. With mock sweetness she told him to kneel near where her panties were lying, then told him to pick them up with his teeth. As he obeyed he inhaled the heady fragrence of her most private area. His immature dick twitched. She went to him and rearranged the panties so they were over his head, with the crotch draped on the center of his face, the strongest smelling area over his nose. He whimpered with a mix of humiliation and pleasure, two feelings that were becoming more and more mixed up in his mind. "Now," she went on, "I know you're a pillow humper, from when I made you confess all your dirty little secrets to me. Remember how I had you wear that baby doll nightie and put those bows in your hair that night? And you had to reveal all your kinky habits? Hmmm?" He shuddered and said, "Yes, dear." "Well," she said with a tone of decision, "after two weeks of keeping you horny, I'm going to let you get off on humping your pillow. What do you say, Sissy Pet?" Alvin wasn't sure what she wanted to hear. He got the pillow between his undernourished stockinged legs and held it tightly against his undersized erection. It felt so good. But if he didn't say the right words she might get angry and reverse her decision. Then it dawned on him how she expected him to respond. With relief he said, "Th... thank you, Olivia, f... for letting me..." He swallowed drily. "...h... hump my p... p... pillow." "Enjoy it, wussy. But don't you dare to finish before we're all done." Alvin nodded. Olivia snickered at the pitiful figure before her. Then she went back to kissing Rex. Soon they were on the bed together, she on her back, plump thighs spread, him between her legs, his massive cock poised to enter. Alvin breathed deep the scent of her pussy. He jerked his hips, pumping the pillow. He was all too aware of how sissyish she had made him look. Rex held him in complete contempt. Alvin would never have access to her body the way the bigger man did. Even so, in his own way, Alvin was content, even happy. It felt right for him to look that way and to have to watch while a more deserving man enjoyed the girl who Alvin had once foolishly believed he was going to win for himself. She hooked her plump legs around his muscular arms and, as he inched forward, she was bent almost double. Rex penetrated Olivia and the lovers had loud animated sex for over a half hour before they finished simultaneously. Alvin could never have lasted even a fraction of that long, not with an actual female. By the time the pair had consumated their reunion, Alvin had managed to get the crotch of Olivia's panties into his mouth and was sucking vigorously on it, savoring its distinctive tangy flavor. All worn out, the couple on the bed got side-by-side and relaxed. They had a clear view of Alvin as he continued to pump, his mini-ponytails swaying, eyes closed in ecstasy, making strange grunts and moans. All at once the kneeling wimp lost control and shot his minimal load. He panted and sniffled and sighed. It was all over. "Now go to your doggie bed," Olivia said, obviously amused by what else she had planned. "Lay your head on that pillow... and make sure your face is touching that mess you just squirted." Rex hooted with laughter. Olivia chortled, pleased with the added insult she had thought up. When Alvin began to rise she told him not to, that he could crawl where he was going. "And before you leave, worm," she added, "get over here and give my feet a good licking. They're hot after all the screwing I just got." Alvin crawled to the foot of the bed, got up on his knees, stretched out over the end of the mattress, and gave her feet a prolonged tongue bath. While he was doing that, she turned her face toward Rex, who happily locked lips with her for some passionate kissing. At last Alvin was sent away. "Have fun all alone, Sissy Pet," she called after him. "Yeah," put in Rex, "and make sure to get your spunk all over both your sissy cheeks." ONE MORE WEEK LATER Alvin was happiest when he was alone with Olivia. Rex had slept over the past two nights but now he was gone. The toybox was out. Olivia had made Alvin wear a strap-on, so that it looked like he had a big cock, the kind that might have gotten him a girl. But he was also dressed in one of his sissy outfits. This time it was a ballerina's tutu, along with ballet slippers. There was a plastic tiara perched on his head. He had to assume dancer's poses, which he did clumsily, despite his best efforts. All Olivia had on was a short nightie, so he kept getting glimpses of her sexy body. Alvin's mini-dick was hard, overshadowed by the faux phallus above it. Striking each pose was awkward. His baby- sized balls were sore. "What's the matter?" Olivia asked, sounding innocent as she plopped down into the easy chair. It was a very comfortable piece of furniture which he wasn't ever allowed on. "Does my Sissy Pet want to do something?" When he nodded she went on, "Does my Sissy Pet want to touch his teeny weenie under his pretty dancer's skirt?" Looking shame-faced, he nodded at that as well. She put a chubby forefinger under her full lower lip and queried, "Does the simpering Sissy Pet want to play with his gherkin? Does the sissy want to jerk off in front of me?" He blushed deep pink but again nodded. Even his ears reddened. She gave him a malicious smile and said that he could start, but had better not finish unless she said he could. Alvin thankfully removed the strap-on, took hold of his shrimpy penis, and started to stroke it in the approved 'two-finger' fashion. He whimpered with relief, even though he knew she might not grant him release. "As long as you're here," Olivia said lazily, "you might as well pay some attention to my feet." He sank to his knees and began to press his lips against her toes. She chuckled and let him continue, his body moving gently to the rhythm of his moving hand. It was so funny to put him into situations like this. Especially with him looking so girly. She started to talk sleepily about the toybox, saying that they had to try out the butt plug and the pacifier that looked like a short cock. Olivia drifted off to sleep, leaving Alvin in a curious fix. He had been told to keep masturbating and pampering her feet, so he couldn't stop. But he hadn't been giving permission to cum. So he had to remain where he was for the next two hours while she napped. His back got sore and his balls ached. His mouth became dry. Still he continued. When she finally awoke and saw the time, she giggled at what a fool she had made of him without even meaning to do such a good job of it. Then she decided out loud that he WASN'T allowed to finish, but that maybe at bedtime, if he was a good sissy and worshipped her ass as well as he had her feet, she MIGHT let him empty his balls. Worship her ass? That was something new. He wasn't sure how he felt about it. Doing that would be so humiliating. Yet he was more aroused than ever. And... he thought suddenly... she might put him into another girly outfit. Maybe a bra and pantie set. Or a slutty schoolgirl uniform. Or... He took a deep breath to steady himself. Olivia was doing an excellent job of getting him addicted to serving her while looking like an utter pansy. But it was exactly what he believed he deserved. And maybe wanted. Alvin was so thankful that she was turning him more and more into her personal Sissy Pet. ********* (This story was done for an on-line friend. Previously I wrote A WIMP AT WORK based on some of his ideas. The character Allen in that one turned into Alvin in this one because I don't want to have to worry about continuity glitches. But they're the same guy, as was Anson in some even earlier efforts of mine. You can check his blog at sissynequissimus.tumblr.com. He draws great pictures and plenty of them are featured on his site.)