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Sissy 101: Intro to Sissy Sluts One week before my freshman year at college, I received a letter saying that my class schedule changes had been approved. That struck me as odd because I hadn't requested any changes. Without explanation, I had been un-enrolled from two of my general studies classes. I was now signed up for SISGEN101 and SISHYP161--whatever that meant. I went online to the university's website. These classes weren't even listed in the general course description catalog. I did a search for the classes by name and they did show up, but I was unable to access the course descriptions without a password. My curiosity piqued, I entered my email address and clicked on the "Forgot my password" link. A web confirmation popped up saying that my password information had been sent to the primary account holder at RobertCEO@Robert DavisIndustries. Now I was really confused. Robert the CEO at Robert Davis Industries is my father. As if reading my mind, a text message suddenly appeared on my phone screen. It was from Miss Godhead, my father's long-time personal assistant. "Michael," it read, "Your father would like to meet with you today at 4:15pm to discuss your university schedule. Do not be late." As was usually the case with anything to do with my father, it was assumed that I would obey any command without question. A calendar event was automatically added to my schedule. I mindlessly clicked on the accept button for the mysterious meeting listed as SISGEN101/SISHYP/161. I arrived at my father's downtown office almost a full hour early. I signed in and Miss Godhead came down to the lobby to escort me upstairs. "Michael, let's get a look at you," she exclaimed with a big smile as she crossed the lobby and gave me a big hug, grinding her breasts into me as we hugged. "The last time I saw you, you were just a boy." She glanced down at my crotch and I realized that I was rock hard. She smiled. "Apparently you're all grown up now." She led me toward the elevators without any further comment. I followed her like a dog in heat. You have to understand that Miss Godhead (or Miss Good Head as I prefer to call her during the many times I've masturbated with her in my mind) has the body of a porn star and simply exudes raw sex appeal with her every movement. I have never met a sexier woman than my father's personal assistant. For one thing, she's taller than me, even without her ever-present stiletto heels. Put them together and she towers over me and is so imposing that I would never even consider not doing anything she asks of me. I'm sure I'm not alone in this, and I'm guessing that it's a big part of why she's been so successful as my father's personal assistant all these years. If her height isn't enough, Miss Good Head could also be called Miss Big Boobs. I don't know her cup size, but it's up there. It's impossible not to get lost in her deep cleavage. She knows this and always wears lacy bras and low cut blouses that make her into a wet dream come true for any man who happens to be attracted to big boobs--in other words, just about every man in the world loves to leer at Miss Godhead, not just this horny 19 year old. She has a porn star body and wears clothes to match. I've always considered her face to be that of a sexy librarian who is just waiting to rip off her glasses and let down her hair in some horny schoolboy's fantasy. Needless to say, I had been fantasizing about my father's personal assistant ever since I was old enough to get an erection. Miss Godhead smiled as if she was reading my mind. She held the door to the corporate elevator for me. I kept my hands covering my crotch as the elevator doors closed and we started to ascend. "You know, Michael," she said without even turning to look at me, "there's no reason to be embarrassed. I am aware of how men look at me. I consider it to be a compliment." She turned toward me and I realized that she had unbuttoned her blouse. "You've always had a thing for me, yes?" she asked as she hit the elevator stop key and input a numerical code that turned off the automatic emergency alarm. She didn't wait for a reply, but sank to her knees and began to unbuckle my pants. "Like I said, I take it as a compliment." She fished my cock out of my pants. It was already twitching and threatening to explode. She looked up into my eyes and smiled before turning her attention to my manhood. "All grown up," she said as her tongue snaked over the head of my cock. She devoured me whole. My cock disappeared completely down her throat and I immediately started to buck as her tongue glided up and down my shaft. One hand began kneading my balls while the other snaked its way to my ass. I felt her manicured nails scraping at my rosebud for just a second before plunging into my nether passage. That was all it took. I exploded down her throat before she could send a second finger up my ass. Miss Good Head more than lived up to her fantasy name and kept her mouth tightly locked around my cock until she coaxed out my last few drops of cum. She looked up at me and opened her mouth to show me that it was filled with my deposit. She smiled, closed her mouth, and swallowed it all down. She licked her lips. It was the sexiest thing I have ever witnessed. She stood and buttoned up her blouse as if nothing unusual had happened. "Consider that to be my graduation present," she said. "Do well in your studies, young man, and I might just willing to give you more presents in the future." The elevator started moving before I could respond. God knows that I couldn't think of anything to say--this was my adolescent fantasy come true and I was stuck, overwhelmed by what had just happened. In fact, it was almost a problem as Miss Godhead gave a quick look down at my groin to remind me that my pants were still pooled around my ankles. The elevator chimed its arrival and I scrambled to pull up my pants and look presentable before embarrassing myself in front of my father's staff. The doors opened to the top floor and I was greeted by another wet dream come to life. God knows that my father knows how to pick his staff--almost all of them are extremely hot young women who dress like strippers rather than what you would expect from a Fortune 500 company. Miss Godhead passed me off to a secretary named Kumiko and told me to wait in the reception area until my father was ready for me. A Japanese schoolgirl fantasy come to life approached and led me to the waiting area. She asked if I wanted a something to drink, and then blushed as she added, "perhaps a sports drink to replace your fluids, Sir" I was confused until I realized that there was an elevator security monitor feed directly above her desk. My heart sank as I realized that my father's entire support staff had probably just watched me get a blowjob from Miss Godhead on the elevator ride up. Now it was my turn to blush. I stammered, looking for an explanation, but Kumiko brushed it all aside. "Don't worry, young Master. We see far more than that all the time." She stifled a tiny giggle before adding, "I usually have the honor of escorting our guests up to this floor." The word "escorting" dripped with innuendo. Kumiko went and sat at her desk with her head bowed. It was a bit strange, as she spread out her skirt and carefully lowered herself onto her perch. Her breath caught in her throat as she sat. She kept peeking up at me as she nibbled on her pen. I couldn't take my eyes off of her, and she seemed to know it. Was she bobbing up and down in her seat? It almost looked as if she was having sex with some unseen lover hiding underneath her desk. Of course, that was crazy, especially in a respected business office like this. But then again, why was she breathing so strangely? Why was she absentmindedly rubbing her nipples? And what was up with the soft moans that I would occasionally hear coming from her direction. I didn't even try to hide my curiosity. I stood up and went to the reception desk. Kumiko lifted the back of her skirt and showed me that she was impaled on a dildo that was as thick as my wrist. The pole was bolted securely to her chair and disappeared deep into her very- stretched out ass, which allowed Kumiko to slowly bounce up and down as I watched. The phone rang and Kumiko answered, speaking in what I assume was Japanese. She didn't stop riding her dildo during the phone call. My mind was racing and I began to wonder if she spent her entire day mounted on this penis. I was obviously rubbing myself by this time, despite the fact that I had just cum ten minutes earlier. Kumiko noticed my erection, and giggled seductively as she began to bounce up and down more vigorously for my pleasure. It was only when she began to moan in ecstasy at the top of her lungs that I realized that we were in public. Embarrassed and worried that my father would find out, I left her and went to sit back down. Kumiko pouted when I stepped away and stopped fucking herself on the chair. She had the cutest little frown. After a moment's hesitation, she removed something from her drawer that was wrapped in an ornately embroidered silk handkerchief. She stood up (there was an audible pop as she rose) and she stepped over to close the reception area door before kneeling down at my feet, bowing her head and offering the wrapped- wrapped package to me. "If I may be so bold, Sir," she said as I unwrapped the package, "I think you might enjoy these." They were a series of metal balls connected by a steel cable. Kumiko could see the confusion on my face, so she explained that they were "Anal beads, Sir. Some gentlemen prefer to keep these lodged in their rear passage during the day. It keeps them on edge and ready for whatever is to come." I still wasn't sure what was going on, but Kumiko stood and helped me to my feet. She led me over to her desk and then stepped around behind me and undid my pants. Then with surprising authority, she bent me across the desk. I could see the dildo mounted to her desk chair. It was huge! I wondered how such a small woman could manage to fit such a monster cock inside of her? Kumiko lowered my pants and underwear. She licked her fingers so that they were good and wet, then she slowly slid three digits into my ass and began stretching me out until I was loose enough for the metal balls to enter. I closed my eyes as I enjoyed the strange sensations playing out in my rear passage. It felt like heaven and I began to fantasize about what it would feel like to ride Kumiko's giant work dildo. My eyes rolled back up into my head as Kumiko pulled out her fingers and began working her tongue past my wide-open sphincter. I almost came as the anal balls were slowly-but-insistently forced up inside me. I've never felt fuller, or hornier in my life. I began to stroke my cock and was just about to shoot my load across the reception desk when the door flew open and Miss Godhead strode into the room. She grabbed Kumiko by the hair and threw her to the floor. Kumiko whimpered in fear as Miss Godhead glared at me and took a wooden paddle from a desk drawer. Kumiko submissively stood and stepped past me as she bent over her desk. She raised her skirt to reveal her glorious bottom, and her tiny baby cock wrapped up tightly in a metal cage of some sorts. I stared in disbelief. I heard the paddle whoosh down as Miss Godhead tore into Kumiko's exposed flesh with a mighty blow. I was about to start masturbating at the sight, but I suddenly realized the door was open and the rest of the office staff had gathered around to watch Kumiko being punished. I stared in a mixture of disbelief and lust as the scene unfolded in front of me. Miss Godhead didn't let my latest fantasy play out. "Take those filthy thing out of your ass before your father finds out," she demanded. Before I could react, one of the secretaries came forward and pulled the balls out before helping me get back into my clothes. With a jerk of her head Miss Godhead motioned the secretary to take me into my father's office. She stopped me just before I left the room. "There are two types of people in this world, Michael," she spat out in between blows down on Kumiko's now bright-red ass. "Those who are Masters and those who serve the Masters." She wheeled towards me. "If you choose to act like a servant, a slut like sissy Kumiko here, you'll be treated as such." Dragging Kumiko by the balls, she threw her to the ground. Kumiko screamed in agony. Two secretaries were right there with rolls of some sort of heavy tape. They lifted Kumiko to her feet and began to encase her in a solid mummification wrap. Kumiko had her head bowed as she tried to stop her tears. Within moments she had been totally encased in the tape. She was cocooned from head to toe save for her nostrils, and unable to move even a finger. Miss Godhead strode toward me and pushed me out the room. "Don't forget what you saw here today. You're the Master's son. Act like your Father, not some dumb sissy slut!" With that she closed the door, leaving Kumiko's fate to my imagination. One of the secretaries had followed me out of the room. She helped me get my clothing back into a presentable state. "Don't worry, Sir," she said as she dropped to her knees and began buckling up my pants. "Your father has big plans for you," she smiled up at me and added, "Follow his lead and you'll have plenty of time to play with your own stable of sluts like Kumiko." "Well, not Kumiko," she added after a moment's hesitation. "That whore will be in some seedy brothel by tonight, but some other sissy slut more appropriate to your standing for sure." She leaned forward and placed a long kiss on my crotch. Then, rising without another word of explanation she led me into my father's office. Dad was on the phone, but he motioned me to sit while he finished up his call. It was the first opportunity that I'd had to stop and think since I had arrived. Okay, I asked myself, what the fuck was going on? I've always known that my father was a very wealthy and respected CEO. I've always suspected that he had a thing going with some women on the side. Heck, mother even seemed to know this and was okay with everything. But an entire office staffed with sexy secretaries? Some of them sissies? It was almost unbelievable, although my cock did jump at the fantasy vision of Miss Godhead parading around like some corporate madam overseeing an office full of willing whores. It dawned on me that my father has offices in London, Geneva, Tokyo and Dubai. Does he keep offices staffed full of sluts all over the world? Needless to say, I was suddenly, and for the first time, very interested in knowing more about what my father did for a living. The door opened and Miss Godhead came in. Her head was bowed. It dawned on me that she was just another slut for my father to use as well. Talk about a radical re-working of my adolescent fantasies! Once again, I noticed that my cock was tenting my pants. I glanced over at Miss Godhead for relief, but she kept her head bowed. "For God's sake, Michael," my father suddenly said, "Get a hold of yourself." I jumped and quickly adjusted myself so that my erection wasn't quite so noticeable. Father sat in the chair across from me. He looked me straight in the eyes and took a moment to collect his thoughts before beginning. "Michael," he said, "I'm a very successful man. And before you start your university education, I'd like to share one of the secrets to my success." He snapped his fingers and Miss Godhead stepped over and immediately began disrobing. I couldn't take my eyes off of her amazing body. Her massive breasts burst free of her bra, and I wondered if having to haul around so much weight everyday would be painful. I wondered what it might be like to have my own set of big titties. I smiled at the thought. My father pulled me back in to the matter at hand. "Most people never see past this slut's breasts, so they don't appreciate her real secret." Miss Godhead shimmied out of her skirt, revealing her own cock locked up in a metal cage and tucked away behind some frilly pink panties. Miss Godhead was a guy! Despite the cage, I could tell that he was a guy with a very big cock to boot. Of course it's hard to call it a cock when it's stuffed in a pair of panties. My father gave me a moment to take it all in before continuing. "I met Stephen here in college. He was a skinny kid who was my math tutor, but I knew right away that he would do much better in this world if he were to become a she." He looked up at Miss Godhead and smirked as she was standing there with her head bowed, trying in vain to control her breathing. "Isn't that right, Stevie?" he asked and Miss Godhead immediately responded, "Yes, Master. I am forever in your debt for making me into your big-titted sissy cum dump." "And how do you prove your gratitude?" he asked. Once again, the reply came immediately. "I will do anything and everything Master demands of me, without question or hesitation." "And she has," my father said while turning back to me. Without breaking eye contact, he snapped his fingers and said "Urinal." Miss Godhead dropped to her knees and lovingly fished my father's cock out of his pants. She opened her mouth wide and my father began to fill it full of his piss. Miss Godhead didn't spill a drop as she swallowed it all down as if she were put on this earth to be my father's private toilet. When he was finished, Miss Godhead leaned forward and licked him clean before zipping up his pants and moving off until she was next required. There was a sadistic grin plastered across my father's face as he turned back to me. "The history of this world is dominated by men who are served by devoted servants. The days of slavery are over, but it's still possible to find servants who will willingly devote themselves and help you forge your path in life." "It's time to discuss your university education," he said, "and to let you in on some family secrets." He reached over and pushed a button on his desk. The doors opened and the entire office staff walked in. All fourteen secretaries were completely naked. All of them were goddesses in physical form. All of them also had tiny proof that they had started out as boys before they were caged and transformed into my father's sissy staff. "I keep several dozen sissies here in the city, and another sixty or so in my foreign offices." I was flabbergasted and unable to respond. "They are all well cared for, happy and devoted to me." Isn't that right, my beautiful sissy sluts?" In unison, all of the office staff responded with a memorized response, "Yes, Master. Thank you for rescuing us from our old lives and turning us into your personal sissy sluts. We are yours to command." "See," said, "I'm a hero. They love me and are devoted to me because I saved them all from their wasted lives as pathetic men." The staff nodded its head in collective agreement. My father dismissed them all with a wave of his hands. He said, "Playtime for the next thirty minutes," and the entire staff popped up and began to giggle and chatter like excited schoolgirls. "But," he stopped them as they were leaving the office, "have fun, but I'm setting the alarm to level six." Their eyes widened with fear as they left the room. They didn't close the office doors, so I watched as the entire staff pulled dildos and other toys from their desks before dropping to the floor in a full- fledged sissy orgy. It was impossible to concentrate on what my father was saying, knowing what was happening just a few feet outside the door. He led me back to my chair and continued. "So, you see I've taken the liberty of signing you up for some exclusive courses--I think you'll find these to be more interesting than biology or psychology." I nodded my head dumbly. "I've joined with a few other, select partners to provide a proper education for promising young men who will go far with the help of a sissy support staff," father smiled down at me. "We will introduce you to your first sissy and teach you how to train her to your specific needs." "I don't know what you kids are into these days, and I don't really care," he continued, "but with a well trained sissy, you can do anything you want." Father leaned forward and whispered conspiratorially, "I have a colleague in Dubai who is experimenting with extreme medical surgeries and hormone treatments for his sluts. He is literally turning his entire collection into a heard of lactating cows." My eyes must have popped open in horror because father laughed at my reaction. "Tell you what," he said, " let's just get you set up with a sissy to blow you at night and we'll take it from there." I nodded in relief. "So you're signed up for General Sissy Studies and also a course in Sissy Hypnosis." I looked puzzled, so he explained the advantage of having a sissy who has been hypnotized to always do your bidding. "You can make her do anything, no matter how disturbing," he chuckled as he stood and called one of his sluts back into the office. He walked over and whispered something into the sissy's ear and she was suddenly overcome with a physical reaction. Her stance changed. Her voice lowered and she began to cry. "Michael," my father said, "meet sissy slut richard, one of the best cocksuckers I have ever used." Why? Why are you doing this to me?" sissy richard choked out in between sobs. Miss Godhead strode forward and slapped her full across the face. The sissy collapsed to the ground with a look of anguish on her face. "I never wanted this!" she cried out. Father wasn't moved at all. "And occasionally," he said, "sissy hypnosis is very useful if you need to remove a rival." The sissy wailed. "It was just a business deal!" Father spat back at him, "And now you know to never, ever cross me, even for a tiny deal! Isn't that right, sissy richard?" Sissy richard nodded her head in assent. Father took a moment to calm down before continuing. "richard," he said while raising the sissy to his feet. "You have served me for 17 years now, but it's time for you to go." Sissy richard immediately began to protest. "Where will I go, Sir? Please, let me stay." My father snapped his fingers and the sissy was immediately silent, although trembling. "No, the decision has been made, although the final outcome is still in play." An evil grin played across my father's face. "You get to choose. I can box you up and send you to a friend in Bulgaria who needs somebody to take care of his animals. And I mean take care of all of his animals' needs, which means that you will become a breeding bitch on his farm." "Or, I could hypnotize you into becoming one of farm animals. How would you like to spend the rest of your days as a pony girl, pulling you new master around in a cart, plowing his fields, maybe even racing for him." "Of course," he added, "I'm guessing that you'd end up being a mare for some of his real horses. I can't imagine that you'd last very long like that." Tears were streaming down sissy richard's face. My father pulled a handkerchief from his suit pocket and offered it to the sissy. "Or, I can put you back into hypnosis and send you back into the world as just another sissy slut. With your surgeries, you easily pass and could certainly get a job as a bar tender or a waitress. Perhaps a street whore. Maybe even get married one day." The grin re-appeared again, "I could put you back under so that you spend your days thinking that you have always been a sissy, although I will probably leave you with a hypnotic suggestion or two that will make you always horny, and uncontrollably sexually attracted to, let's say, homeless bums." He laughed, "Like drop to you knees in the middle of the street to blow any bum you see." If that troubled sissy richard, it didn't show at all. "Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir," she said. Please do anything you want to me, just let me go back to being my true sissy self, and please, Sir, don't send me to the animal farm." "Are you certain, Richard?" my father needled. "I could make you like being used as a farm bitch?" "Please, Sir. No. Make me a bum loving slut instead." There was a long pause before the sissy continued. "I am sorry for ever having troubled you, Master," she said. "I will do whatever you demand. Send me to the farm, or wherever you wish. I am a dumb sissy cum dump who deserves whatever you choose for me." A look of triumph flashed across my father's face. "I will show you mercy, but you have to prove that you really want me to do this to you." sissy richard bowed his head and said, "Yes, Sir. Anything you want." Father walked around his desk and pulled out a knife. He handed it to the sissy. "Slut," my father said, "go to the ladies room and chop off your sissy clitty and stones. Take Miss Godhead with you to help." sissy richard stared at the knife in horror. "Cut off my balls," she said. "And your penis," my father corrected. "The whole thing," the sissy squeaked, "then you'll return my hypnotism programming and let me live out the rest of my days as a mindless sissy bimbo?" sissy richard went white in the face, but then a smile crept across his face. "Yes, Sir," he said, "I'll be a real woman after I get rid of this ugly sissy stick." He bowed and left, holding the knife as if it was a sacred relic. Turning to Miss Godhead, father whispered, "Get Dr. Belcher here first so the dumb slut doesn't kill herself." Miss Godhead asked, "Should I just have the doctor do the castration?" "No," my father replied firmly. I want richard to do it of his own accord, unless he changes his mind and decides to become the farm bitch." Father smiled. "No worries, all of you have a self-preservation hypnotic command." Should a sissy genuinely try to harm herself, she will black out before anything happens." The sadistic look was back on his face. "Wait until the dumb slut goes catatonic, then call Dr. Belcher up to do the job correctly." Miss Godhead bowed and started to leave. Father stopped her with an added thought, "let's make sure that the entire staff is there to witness sissy's castration." Miss Godhead left, and my father excused himself for a moment while he opened an app on his phone. "Can't let them have too much fun," he said and pushed a button on the phone. The office was suddenly filled with screaming sissies. Father laughed in pleasure. "I keep them locked in chastities at all times," he explained, and those chastities are always hooked up to an electrical device which helps to remind them of their proper place in life." He pushed the button again. The whole staff screamed once again. "This is level six," he explained. "The tend to pass out if I turn up the juice much higher." When I still looked confused, father pressed the button once again. Over the top of the screams, he explained that by pressing this button, every one of his sissies would immediately be forced to her knees and wracked with searing pain. "It reminds the sluts that I can put them on their knees at any time I choose. For any reason I choose." Father pushed a button and several TV monitors in his office turned on. There were multiple video feeds from his overseas offices in London, Dubai and so on. Every monitor showed an office full of sexy secretaries rolling on the ground in agony as their groins were filled with electrical pulses coming from my father's phone. These women had no idea why they were being shocked, but they certainly knew that it was all part of being a sissy slut for my father. It was no surprise that I was rock hard once again at the thought that one day I might have a room full of sexy sissies waiting to do my bidding. I very much wanted to learn all of my father's secrets. Dad saw this change come over my face. "Good boy," he said. "I've got a lot to teach you." He led me to the couch and pushed a button next to the armrest. The cushions retracted to reveal two beautiful female faces poking through holes in the seat. They immediately stuck out their tongues and my father instructed me to take off my pants. "Can't tell you how many deals I've closed on this couch," he said. We sat, and the couch sissies immediately began licking our asses, insistently trying to snake their tongues past our sphincters. I was so lost in the sensation that I didn't notice that the other sissies had entered the room. Some came bearing drinks and cigars. Most dropped to their knees and began to lick and kiss us from cock to toe. Father smiled paternally. "Now, let's talk about college..."