Sissy New Year
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Sissy New Year
I remember heading out to a New Years Eve party with a group of my
friends from work.
I remember stopping by a bar for a few, pre-party shots--well, several
pre-part shots.
I even recall the super-hot transvestite hooker that winked at me as we
left the bar.
I don't remember anything else after that.
Which explains why I was so confused when I work up a few days later,
blindfolded, tied up in a strange bed, with something hard lodged firmly
up my ass and a big rubber ball secured in my mouth that kept me from
calling out for help.
I also had a killer headache and my arm muscles were crying out in pain,
but adrenaline kicked in and I shoved all of that aside and began to
struggle to get free. It was no use; the ropes stretching my arms and
legs to the four corners of the bed were very secure. What I hadn't
expected was the sudden pain that jerked my balls roughly down toward the
foot of the bed. It turns out that some barbell weights had been tied to
a short rope wrapped around my balls. My thrashing sent 25 lbs crashing
down to the floor.
I thought for sure that the weight was going to rip my balls from my
body. That new pain, and my already aching muscles got me to immediately
quiet down and behave like a good sissy.
"A good sissy?" Where the fuck did that thought come from? It was at that
point that while I couldn't see anything, I noticed that I was dressed in
some silky piece of lingerie, and the way is slid sensuously across my
skin also led to the realization that my legs had been shaved as well.
More sensations dawned on me. A throbbing pain in my ears and a soft
tinkling sound when I moved my head told me that I was wearing long,
dangly earrings. A similar throbbing in my tongue, belly button, nipples
and penis suggested more piercings.
The tips of my fingers were also strangely numb. Peeking under the bottom
of my blindfold at my hands, I could just make out long, bright red
fingernails. And when I turned my head to look, I could feel long strands
of hair falling across my face. So apparently I was also wearing a wig.
I searched my head, hoping to remember what had happened last night. Like
I said--friends, shots, a hot hooker in the street, then nothing. I
desperately tried to remember something, anything, but the pain in my
balls kept me from concentrating.
If only somebody would just cut them off, then I could think clearly.
Wait! What was I thinking? Cut off my balls? Why would I want that? And
perhaps more troubling, why was my cock twitching in pleasure at the
thought of being castrated?
It was at this point that the door to the room opened and I heard the
distinct sounds of high heels entering the bedroom. A floral scent filled
my nostrils. I was wondering what it was and where I could get some for
myself when a long finger nailed hand reached down and gave my cock a
soft squeeze.
"Good morning, sissy slut Michelle," a sexy female voice purred into my
ears. "Ready to start your sissy new year?" I groaned as she kept
squeezing my cock. Then I nearly screamed as she pulled up the weight and
started swinging it like a pendulum, threatening my screaming balls with
each painful swing.
She chuckled softly as she continued to torment my balls while pleasing
my cock. Despite the pain, it didn't take long before I started to shoot
my load all over my stomach. The penis piercing made this very painful,
but it was also one of the most intense orgasms of my life. I lay panting
in bed, ready to pass out from pleasure and pain.
Two soft hands unbuckled the ball gag. I started to say something, but
the mystery woman put a finger to my lips and said, "Shhhh, sissy slut
Michelle. No talking." I tried to protest, but found that my voice
wouldn't work.
She scooped the cum from off my belly and brought it to my mouth. "Sissy
slut Michelle," she said as the cum dribbled past my lips, "you know that
cum is delicious. A sissy slut like you should swallow lots and lots of
cum, every single day."
She was right. I'd always thought that semen was slimy and disgusting,
but I'd never bothered to try it. This cum was amazing! Like, my favorite
thing to eat in the whole world. Even better than pizza. Then I got an
amazing idea--pizza absolutely drenched in hot cum. My cock was hard and
twitching again as I tried to figure out how I could make that happen as
soon as possible.
I was actually moaning like a whore as I licked every last drop of yummy
cummy from her fingers. Once again, I heard a soft chuckle as my
blindfold was removed and I looked up into the face of my goddess.
I couldn't remember if I'd ever seen this woman before, but I was
immediately in love. I knew that I would do anything to prove my devotion
to her. I knew that she was my Mistress, and I her lowly slave. If she
wanted to turn me into a sissy slut cocksucker, that would become the
most important thing in the world to me as well.
She smiled down at me. "Sissy slut Michelle, speak up and greet your
Mistress properly," she said and my voice suddenly returned. "Mistress,"
I croaked out with a ragged voice. "How may this sissy slut serve you?"
Another chuckle. "Poor baby," she said. "You sound parched."
"Yes, please," I replied. "Some water for this sissy slut?" I asked.
Mistress stood and began stripping off her skirt. "I have something much
better than water."
When she next turned around I saw the figure of a sexy Goddess, but with
the cock of an angry God jutting out from beneath her panties. She knelt
on the bed and lovingly put the tip of her cock against my lips. "Drink
up, sissy slut Michelle," she said, "and don't you dare spill a drop of
my delicious morning piss."
She was right once again. An amazing stream of her golden nectar flowed
down my throat and my cock continued to twitch in appreciation for the
treat. I swallowed it all down as best I could, although some did squirt
out through my nose onto mistress' panties.
The stream immediately stopped and she slapped my face. "You'll pay for
that later, sissy slut Michelle." Then she stood and nonchalantly
unbuckled my wrist restraints. "Sissy slut Michelle," she said as she
towered over me. Go take a shower and get dressed. Then join me in the
kitchen and we'll discuss your future."
She turned on her heels and left, but not before I cried out, "Yes,
Mistress."
I untied myself and staggered to the bathroom. I could hear Mistress
humming in the kitchen and I resolved to hurry and put myself together so
that I could get back to serving her.
I turned the shower on and set the temperature to as hot as I could
stand, thinking that it would ease some of the cramps out of my muscles.
But then I thought that only a bad sissy slut would waste Mistress'
electricity. I turned the knob to cold and stepped in.
I soaped myself up, my teeth chattering the entire time. I stayed under
the shower spray as long as I could stand, thinking that it would be a
good way to prove my devotion to Mistress. I stayed there until I heard
Mistress' voice telling me to hurry up, and that she had left me some
clothes on the toilet seat.
I immediately turned off the shower and stepped out. There was a tiny
hand towel waiting for me. I dried myself as best I could and then began
to get dressed. Mistress had left me a bra that obviously didn't fit as
well as a pair of her panties. Yesterday's panties, I guessed, and smiled
as I thought how honored I was to wear something that had touched
Mistress' magnificent sex.
There was also a red sharpie. Somehow, I instinctively knew that I should
paint my nipples red (which hurt quite a bit due to the painfully
sensitive rings in each nipple) and then write "property of Mistress
Monica" just above my cock.
Mistress Monica! I smiled as I remembered my Mistress' name. I
practically skipped as I shimmied into my blouse and skirt. The smile
disappeared when I looked in the mirror. I was obviously a man in a
dress. How could I possible please Mistress Monica like this? I took the
red sharpie and gave myself some lipstick, hoping that it would help.
Mistress laughed when I entered the kitchen. "No, sweetie, no," she said
in between sips of her coffee. "I'll teach you about makeup later on. Go
scrub that off." I turned to leave, but she stopped me. "Since you've got
sissy cocksucker lips, why don't you get under the table and give me a
morning blow job, sissy slut Michelle?"
I practically squealed with joy and immediately shimmied under the table
where Mistress already had her cock out and waiting for me. I kissed the
tip and then swallowed her shaft down to the hilt. I gagged, but Mistress
said, "Sissy slut Michelle, you don't ever gag on a hard cock, do you?"
And she was right.
I swallowed her shaft down completely without any problem. Then I slowly
went up and down, letting Mistress guide my head. I lost track of how
much time I was down on my knees, but I didn't care as I was serving my
mistress like a good sissy slut.
Eventually, she started thrusting more forcefully into my mouth. I simply
opened wide and took the assault, and was rewarded with another batch of
yummy cummy. It's even more delicious when it's hot and straight from the
tap!
When the cum finally stopped, I spent a bit of time kissing Mistress'
magnificent cock and making sure that I hadn't let a drop escape. Then,
after she deflated, I tucked her back into her panties and shimmied out
from under the table.
"That was very good," she said as joy filled my heart. "Now sissy slut
Michelle, sit down and we'll talk."
I did as I was told. "Sissy Slut Michelle," she said. "Don't move and
don't talk." There was no question that I would obey her command. That
is, until she said, "Mister Michael, come back and play."
What the fuck? Why was I sitting here in the strange kitchen wearing
girls' clothes? And dear God, did I just suck this bitch's cock? I wanted
to throw up.
The woman snapped her fingers and I immediately started concentrating on
every word she said.
She laughed.
"Told you I could do it," she said and everything suddenly came flooding
back.
I'd gone back to see the slutty tranny hooker. I told my friends to head
off to the party without me. Yeah, I was a little drunk, and I think my
friends were pissed, but I didn't care. I was gonna use this hooker like
the whore she was.
She told me her name was Candy."
I told her that I didn't care.
She told me it was $20 for a blowjob.
I told her that I was going to fuck her ass.
he told me that was off limits, but that she would blow me for only $15.
"Start your new year right, she said."
Candy led me to an alley where she slid down and started sucking on my
cock. I reached down and slid a finger up her skirt. She tried to move my
hands away, but I would not be denied. I forced my way in and found her
balls. I twisted them as hard as I could and hissed that if she made a
noise, I would cut them off.
I flipped her over and ripped her panties to the side. She had a lubed up
butt plug in her ass. In one easy motion I pulled it out and replaced it
with my cock.
I fucked her like an animal, shot my load up her ass and then threw her
to the ground.
She glared up at me and said something in a foreign language. Then she
spat at my feet and said, "You fucked up, mister."
A couple of meaty paws grabbed me by the shoulders and I turned to face
two of the biggest men I had ever seen. They easily handcuffed me and
then without letting me pull up my pants, literally dragged me by my
balls over to a car where I was shoved into a trunk. They pressed a cloth
against my nose and mouth and I blacked out.
I woke a few hours later tied to a chair. Mistress Monica stood over me.
The two huge men loomed in the shadows, but Mistress had no problem
keeping my attention.
"You bastard," she said. "It's assholes like you that put my business at
risk."
I sneered in defiance. "Come on," I said. "She's just some cheap tranny
hooker."
The slap to my face was immediate. I heard a deep male voice ask if he
should "fuck me up, ma'am," but Mistress said no.
"Perhaps you should spend some time as a cheap tranny hooker? It would
give you a new perspective. What do you say? Want to send the new year as
my new sissy slut?"
I scoffed once again. "Dream on, bitch."
This didn't get a rise out of Mistress this time around. "I have very
dark dreams, my dear," she said as she dismissed her guards and went to
pull a small case off her shelf. Her tone had changed, and for the first
time that night, I was stone cold sober and completely scared."
Mistress returned with a needle that held a blue liquid. She laughed as
she flicked the needle to make certain that there weren't any air
bubbles. "Before I'm done with you," she said as she jammed the needle
into my arm, "I'm going to make you into the biggest tranny hooker in
town. And I'm going to make you beg me to do it to you."
"That will never happen," I said, but some of the conviction was missing
from my voice.
The room got blurry. Lights started flashing. Mistress began whispering
things into my ear. I don't recall exactly what she said, but she began
to make sense. She asked me for my name. I told her that I was Michael
McBride, but she laughed. "No silly," she said, "Your name is sissy slut
Michelle."
I was a little surprised to realize that she was right.
Mistress asked me if I had ever sucked a cock. I laughed and said no way.
But after a while I wasn't quite so sure. I could vaguely recall sucking
cocks last weekend. And then I could clearly remember sucking cock this
morning, and the morning before that as well. I had to laugh--Of course I
have sucked cock. I suck ten or fifteen cocks each and every day.
She asked me if I liked being fucked by men. After a few minutes I told
here that it was the best thing in the world and that I felt sad whenever
there wasn't something hard shoved up my sissy pussy hole.
This went on for hours. Mistress would ask me a question. I would answer,
but eventually come to realize that my answers were all wrong.
I could remember now that I was a dumb sissy slut named Michelle. I
desperately wanted to be a real girl, but more importantly, I wanted to
be the biggest sissy whore in town. No, the biggest sissy slut in the
whole wide world! I wanted to do lots and lots of porn. I practically
begged mistress to help me get some massive sissy titties and a big round
girly ass.
Somewhere along the way I told her about all of kinky fantasies. I longed
to be used as a human toilet. I wanted to be tied up and shipped all over
the country where I could be gang banged like a good whore. I begged to
have all of my makeup tattooed on so I wouldn't ever have to worry about
anything other than sucking cock and getting fucked. Who knew that I had
so many extreme fantasies?
Mistress laughed and said that she would help me live out all of my most
depraved sissy dreams.
Then she untied me and called the two giants back into the room. Staring
into my eyes, she gave me the first command of my sissy life.
"Sissy slut Michelle," she said and her words practically burned into my
very being. "You are my sissy slut, and you will do whatever I command,
whenever I call you by your true name."
I nodded my head in agreement.
"Mister Michael is gone, unless I decide to bring him back. But for now,
you are sissy slut Michelle, an empty-headed bimbo who loves to suck cock
and be fucked as often as possible."
Absolutely! I looked over and saw the two men standing behind me. I
practically begged Mistress to allow me to suck their cocks. It took some
begging, but eventually she agreed.
I sucked them down that the street whore that I dreamed about becoming.
Eventually I was spit roasted between the two men. I was tossed around
like a rag doll, and thrilled that I was being such a good sissy slut.
After the two men filled my insides with yummy cummy, Mistress instructed
them to take me on my sissy errands. We stopped by a tattoo shop where I
got all of my piercings done. I didn't make a sound as they put in the
rings and glued them shut because I had been promised that I could suck
the tattoo guy's cock if I was a good gurl.
I was a very good gurl.
I was good at the beauty parlor as well, where I had long extensions
fastened to my own hair. I was treated to two cocks there as a reward for
my behavior.
They gave me a complete makeup job and I pouted because I really wanted
them to tattoo it on. They said that it would happen eventually, but for
now it would just be regular makeup. I apologized for my attitude and
begged them to forgive me. They eventually gave in and rewarded me with a
couple more yummy cocks.
While this was going on, Mistress and posted an ad at some special
website, advertising "a new sissy for the new year." A couple of hours
later, I was dressed in a sexy gown and led into a room that was filled
with lots of horny men. Or, more accurately, lots of cum filled cocks.
Some of the men held cameras, but they all had their hard cocks sticking
out and pointing at me.
They were pointing at sissy slut Michelle, the biggest sissy slut in the
whole world, and tonight I was going to prove it.
As instructed, I politely asked each and every man there if I could suck
their cocks and be fucked like the whore I was becoming. The men were
very nice and agreed to everything I asked.
Some of them agreed over and over again.
It was all being recorded and streamed live to the internet. I was told
that the money from the website would go to help pay for my new titties.
I figured that the more money I earned, the bigger my tits could be, so I
went around the room once again, begging for every single last drop of
cum.
When it was over, I was a literal cum drenched mess. My clothes had long-
since been ripped off my body. The guys hosed me off (with water, which
isn't nearly as good as cum or piss) and plugged me up to keep me from
leaking.
Then I climbed into the trunk and immediately fell asleep on the ride
back to Mistress Monica's house.
And now I was here. I was unable to move. I was unable to protest or deny
what I had done. I had raped a sissy street whore and had somehow become
a cock-starved sissy slut against my will.
A cruel smile spread across Mistress Monica's face as she looked into my
eyes. "I told you I could do it," she said. "I used to work for the
government, back before I decided that I could have more fun in the
private sector. It's a good thing I kept my access to certain
interrogation chemicals that we developed as a way to force compliance
with some of our more stubborn subjects."
She lifted a needle and started filling it with the blue liquid.
"And so here we are," she stated matter-of-factly, as if it was just
another day at the office. "Your first online performance will more than
pay for your breast implants and facial feminization surgeries. And I
have a healthy bidding war going by about fifteen people who want to be
the ones to actually cut off your balls."
"But before that happens, I have plans to make you into the kinkiest
sissy slut ever. I've got some great extreme bondage porn ideas. Lots of
water sports, probably even some dog fucking, who knows? Either way, I
give you a year or so of hard core porn stardom, then we'll cut off your
balls in some huge, pay-per-view spectacle."
My eyes were wide with terror because I had no doubt that she could
easily make me do all of this and more.
"Of course, I don't want to do it if you're not okay with this. So tell
me, sissy slut Michelle, that you want me to do all of this to you. Sissy
slut Michelle, I need you to beg me to make you over into the biggest
sissy slut in history. Beg me, sissy slut Michelle, and we'll get started
right away.
She handed me the needle.
Stupid Michael was gone forever. Sissy slut Michelle was here to stay.
Mistress had commanded me to beg her to be transformed into the kinkiest
sissy slut ever, which was wonderful because that's exactly what I wanted
as well.
"Yes, Mistress!" I screamed and I stuck the needle into my arm and pushed
down the plunger. "Please Mistress, do anything you want to me, just
please let me be sissy slut Michelle forever and ever and ever after
this."
Mistress gave into my plea. "Okay, sissy slut Michelle, since you begged
me so nicely. Come over here and suck my cock while I tell you some more
of my plans for you. They're really kinky, but I'm sure that sissy slut
Michelle will love them all."
I tried to say, "Yes, Mistress," but my mouth was already stuffed full of
her cock.
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