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Sissy Training at Last
The email came at 3pm on the Saturday before my birthday. All things
considered, I have to admit that His timing was perfect. I'd just
returned home, and as I had the rest of the weekend free, I'd decided to
have a little fun.
For me, "a little fun" meant that I'd indulge in some sissy fantasy
play. You see, I've been a closet sissy for years, and even though it's
my main sexual kink, I hadn't really found anybody who wanted to make my
weekend fantasy into my real life reality.
That was all about to change.
I heard my phone beep, saying that I had a new email message, but I was
already in the bubble bath, shaving my legs and getting ready to doll
myself up as my alter ego, sissy slut Michelle. I heard the second beep
a few minutes later while I was painting my nails, but decided not to
risk messing them up until they had fully dried.
They say that the third time is the charm, and so after another beep I
carefully checked my phone to find three messages from
MasterSissyTrainer. I had no idea who this was, but I was certainly
intrigued. I had also enjoyed a few glasses of wine while I was in the
bubble bath, so my inhibitions were down when I finally opened my phone.
"Hello, Emshoninque," the message read. "I had the good fortune to run
across some of your stories on Fictionmania.tv. I must say that I
thoroughly enjoyed your latest work, so much so that I went back and
read several of your previous efforts. I found your email address in one
of your stories, and thought that I would send you a quick note of
appreciation."
"Damn, gurl, you have quite a kinky imagination," he continued. "I've
trained a few sissies in my day, but I totally intend to use some of
your ideas the next time I decide to make a sissy fuck slave."
"I may even name hur Michelle, in your honor. I guess that's your sissy
name, given that it's the protagonist's name in most of your stories.
Anyway, just wanted to say keep up the good work."
I smiled.
I have written several stories, and have always enjoyed when somebody
wrote something nice in the comment section. This was the first time
anybody had ever emailed me directly, and my mind raced at the thought
that this might actually be a Master who would force me to live out my
darkest sissy fantasies.
I'd always hoped that this would happen one day, which is why I'd
included my actual email address in one of my stories.
Sadly, nothing had ever happened before now. It was enough to make my
sissy clitty stand up in anticipation. I was tempted to jerk off right
then and there, but I prefer to delay my gratification until the end of
the weekend, keeping myself horny and on edge for hours and hours at a
time. My eventual Sunday night explosion makes all my sissy work over
the weekend worth the effort.
Which is why I quickly went to get my chastity device. After a few
minutes icing my clitty down to get it to shrink, I locked myself up
tight. Feeling adventurous, I put the key in a self-addressed envelope
and walked out to the corner where there's a mail drop box.
I kept my painted fingernails in my pockets on the walk there, but I had
to pull them out to put the letter holding my only key into the mailbox.
My clitty throbbed in its cage as I sent the letter off in the post. Now
I wouldn't be able to get free until the postman returned my key,
usually on Tuesday afternoon.
I was going to be horny and frustrated until then.
I loved it.
Returning home I poured myself another glass of wine and went back to my
phone.
"Michelle," message two read. "I just read another one of your stories,
and I satisfied myself once again. This is the third time I've jerked
off this afternoon, so I wanted to thank you for making this Master very
happy. I'm looking forward to reading even more of your sissy fiction
later on tonight. I've called a sissy I trained a few years back to come
over. I plan on fucking her face while I read the next story in your
list."
"I wish that we lived in the same city, as I would be heading to your
house right now to claim you as my own sissy slut," he continued. "I'm
guessing that you live in Texas, as your stories all take place there.
I'm in New Jersey, but really wish that I was in the Lone Star state
right now. It would be you with your mouth full of cock tonight instead
of my sissy here in NJ!"
"Any way, I hope that you have somebody there in Texas to help be become
the sissy slut you obviously are in your heart. I'd love to chat with
you sometime, and maybe even suggest a story scenario of two. Please
send me a message, if you're interested in talking to an impressed fan."
Was I interested? I was practically creaming my panties right then and
there. I started to reply, but decided to stop and do this correctly. I
went to my bedroom and pulled on a new pair of stockings. I then
attached the garter belt, cinched my corset on as tightly as I could,
glued on my breast forms and finished dressing.
A low cut top and a mini skirt made me look like a whore, and the 5"
locking stiletto heels made sure that there wasn't any doubt. Yes, I
used my cute little heart-shaped padlocks on the heels and I wished that
I had put them in the post along with the key to my chastity device.
Maybe next weekend.
I did my makeup, and even used the semi-permanent lip paint and
eyeliner. I love waking up in the morning and seeing sissy Michelle
already staring back at me in the mirror. There's nothing quite as kinky
as shaving your face in the morning with red lips and fingernails
peeking past the shaving cream.
After putting on my wig and jewelry, I took a quick selfie with the
intention of sending it off to my New Jersey admirer. I shoved home my
biggest vibrating butt plug and I grabbed one last glass of wine as I
sat down to read the last message.
"Michelle," it read. I'm sitting here with sissy Candy sucking my cock.
I found her a few years ago and had a lot of fun turning her into one of
the biggest sissy whores in town. She now lives her life 24/7 as a
woman--having married a Master I know here in town."
"She's devoted to his pleasure, but she's such a horny slut that's she's
always available to service any of her husband's friends on a moment's
notice. I called her over and intend to breed this bitch all night
long."
"It got me to thinking, I don't know why the distance between us should
matter, he continued. "If you are seriously looking for a Master, I can
make all of your sissy fantasies come true. If you don't believe me,
just ask Candy. Or Ashley or Barbie."
I was practically buzzing as I read this.
"I have trained four sissies in my days. All four are excellent
submissives and some of the best cocksuckers around. I sold my last two
sluts to some men in Europe, so I am always looking for new projects to
train. I think that you might just be my next sissy. If you agree with
my assessment, then text me at back at this number. Say, 'Hello Master,
this is your new sissy slut"' and we'll begin your training
immediately."
I absolutely hope to hear back from you tonight. I will be breeding
sissy Candy in anticipation of your message."
Holy shit! This was everything I had ever dreamed about.
I was a little scared to send the message, but there was never any real
doubt that I would reply.
My heart was pounding as I typed out "Hello Master. This is your new
sissy slut." For good measure, I added, "Sissy slut Michelle in
Beaumont, Texas, and yes, I would dearly love to be your next sissy
project."
I sent the message and attached the selfie. Then I sat back and waited.
I didn't have to wait long.
The phone rang almost immediately. I answered with a shaky voice.
"Hello, sissy," a deep voice said. "This is your new Master."
I must have moaned in pleasure, because my new Master chuckled into the
phone.
He took charge immediately. He demanded access to my webcam and I
complied immediately. I turned on my cam and was greeted by a shot of a
hot woman (sissy Candy) expertly slurping down a massive cock. Master
told me to stare at his cock and dream about the day when I would be
down on my knees stuffed full of his cock as well.
He had me stand to show him my body in full detail. I did as I was told
and I saw my web cam flicker occasionally, which I later learned was an
indication that he was grabbing screenshots from our conversation.
He had me lift my skirt and show him my chastity device. He laughed when
he saw how small it was. He said that I would soon be living in it 24/7
for months and months at a time. I would only be allowed out if I'd been
a very good sissy, and he intended to make sure that it was very
difficult for me to ever meet my sissy training goals.
"You might not ever come again," he said. "I look forward to the day you
beg me to chop off your balls to relieve the pressure." He laughed again
and I shuddered at the thought.
He told me to grab a dildo, the biggest one I had, and to return and
bounce up and down on it as we continued our conversation. Once again,
he had perfect timing, as I had just ordered a new dildo. I struggled to
get it in, by thanks to my horniness (and a lot of lube) I managed to
work it into my sissy pussy and started to ride it as he peppered me
with questions.
I was so horny that I answered everything without hesitation. I freely
gave him my full name, all of my email addressed (including work!), my
home address, my place of work and even my Facebook and Instagram info.
It never occurred to me that I shouldn't answer any of this. It's a good
thing that he didn't ask me for my credit card, as I was so horny that I
might have given him the number.
He started asking me questions about my sexual experience, and seemed
surprised that I wasn't as experienced as the characters in my stories.
"No worries," he said. "We'll get you up to speed in no time."
We asked me how many men I was currently serving. I told him that I had
a few friends, but no regular fuck buddies. That was about to change in
a big way.
He sent me a web link and instructed me to watch it on repeat for the
next half an hour. It was nothing but pictures of sissy mouths filled
with hard cocks with an audio overlay, and some strange music that I
later found out had hypnotic effects.
I was to stay on camera, bouncing up and down on my new dildo as I
memorized my new sissy mantra. He expected me to memorize it by the end
of the night.
I pushed play on the video and listened as a stereotypical sissy voice
read out the mantra that would soon rule my world.
"I am a submissive sissy slut," it said.
"I live to serve my Master."
"I live to serve any man who wants to fill my sissy holes with his cum."
"I live to be filled full of Master's cum."
"I need to be the best sissy slut in town."
"As a good sissy cum slut, I need to be bred and fed on a daily basis."
"I need to suck and swallow and be fucked multiple times each and every
day."
"I dedicate myself to being the best sissy slut I can be."
"I will train myself to be a sexy sissy cum slut."
"I will train myself to be the best cocksucker in town."
"I will train myself to submit to anything that Master demands, and I
will beg him to push me to be the best sissy cum dump that I can
become."
"I will beg him to train me as hard as he can."
"I will beg him to blackmail me. "
"I will beg him to whore me out because I am a sissy slut..."
It repeated over and over from there.
By the third time though I was starting to memorize the mantra. By the
fifth time I was repeating it as the video played. Eventually I found
myself on an auto loop, repeating the words over and over while staring
at those online cocks. My brain must have turned off, as I kept this up
for more than an hour.
I might have gone on for longer, but Master came back online and told me
that I was a good slut. I smiled, immediately thinking that yes, "I am a
submissive sissy slut..."
Master told me that it was time to prove myself. I told me to log on to
Craigslist and look up the local T4M category. I did so and practically
came in my cage when I read the headline for the top ad. "Kinky Master
Needs Help Training my New Sissy Slut."
"I have a new sissy slut in Beaumont that I am training," the ad read.
"But I need a few kinky men to help me turn her into a total sissy freak
show that she longs to become. I am looking for a small group of men who
will stop by hur house on a daily basis and use her like a good sissy
slut. I can't guarantee her sissy skills right now, but I intend to send
so many men her way that she'll quickly become the best sissy slut in
town."
"If you want to be one of her trainers," the ad continued, " please let
me know what your schedule is like on a general basis. Please let me
know that you are okay with using her when other men are around. This
sissy needs to be spit-roasted and gangbanged on a daily basis."
"And most importantly," the ad finished with an ominous note, "please be
prepared to take pictures documenting this sluts sissy training. I
expect to receive many pictures of this slut stuffed full of cock and
covered in cum on a daily basis."
"And tell me what your most depraved kinks are. A good sissy will do
whatever you demand. That's what a sissy does."
The ad was accompanied by a picture of me bouncing up and down on my
dildo from earlier in the evening.
Just then my front doorbell rang. Master told me to go answer the door.
For the first time this evening, I paused, but Master told me to answer
the door or else he would "ruin my life to the point that I would beg
him to turn me into a sissy whore just so I could survive."
I got up and went to my front door. My heart was pounding as I opened
it and found a large man standing there. "So you're the new sissy," he
said. "I croaked out a feeble "yes" and he pushed his way into my house.
I was dragged back in front of my web cam and Master watched as I was
forced to my knees. The man pulled out a Sharpie and wrote the date in
black ink on my ass. He then shoved his cock in me and proceeded to fuck
me without mercy. He pulled out just in time to cum across the date that
he'd written on my ass. After he'd calmed down, he pulled out his phone
and took a picture.
The doorbell rang almost immediately and he laughed as he left the room.
"See you tomorrow, slut." He said as he left to let the next guy in.
It turned out to be two guys. I heard them talking a bit before they
came into the back room where I was still down on my knees. Before I
knew what had hit me, I found myself stuffed full of cock on both ends.
They pounded into me from both ends, laughing as they timed their
thrusts. I was lost in a sissy haze, so I didn't even hear the next two
guys walk into my house.
There were seven men who came by my house that night, It was
overwhelming, although eventually it would come to be considered a slow
day. They fucked me over and over while Master watched everything unfold
on my webcam. He took lots of pictures, as did every man who fucked me
that night.
At one point that night one of them men wrote my sissy stats on my
forehead.
He wrote "Sean McBride," my real name, along with the date, my phone
number and home address as well as six tach marks after the line "cocks
served tonight." He splattered his cum across my face and took a picture
and sent it off to Master.
This last man pulled out a roll of duct tape and proceeded to wrap me up
tight. He dragged me to my bathroom and pushed me into the tub. He told
me to open my mouth and proceeded to fill it full of his piss. I was
acutely aware that he was videotaping the whole thing and that my
personal stats were clearly visible as I desperately struggled to gulp
down his piss.
He turned off the lights and left me bound up tight in the tub, unable
to move when he was finished covering me with his piss. "Sweet dreams,
sissy," he said as he left. "See you tomorrow."
I slept in the tub that night. It was cold and I reeked of piss. It was
one of the worst nights of my life. Despite it all, I couldn't stop
thinking, "I am a sissy slut..."
I fell asleep repeating my sissy mantra. I had the most amazing sissy
slut dreams all night long. Sometime around 4am I woke to find somebody
standing in my bathroom. He woke me by turning on the shower on it's
coldest setting. He pulled me up and proceeded to fuck my mouth. I
didn't even question it as he filled me full of his cum.
But he wasn't done. He had a pair of bolt cutters with him, and he
proceeded to cut the padlock to my chastity. He quickly replaced it with
his own lock. He laughed as he whispered, "I'm supposed to tell you that
you'll get out of this cage after you've sucked 100 cocks."
He ripped off my duct tape bonds and left me with his parting thought:
"Good luck with that, you stupid slut."
Lay in the tub for a few minutes, at the point of tears. Eventually I
turned on the shower and laid there as the hot water cascaded over me.
There was a moment when I regretted what I had set myself up for, but it
quickly subsided when I remembered that "I am a sissy slut."
I swear to God that I smiled when I thought that my sissy slut dreams
were finally coming true. "I am a sissy slut," after all...
And so it began.
Master sent me a message that morning at 5am. H e told me that I had
been a good slut, but things were going to get much harder. He
instructed me to douche myself out so that I was ready for the men he
would send my way. He told me that I would need to step up my sissy game
if I wanted to become the best cum dump in Beaumont, TX.
As if to drive his point home, he then sent pictures of all of the men I
had servicesd to my work email address. He also sent a link to my new
Tunblr account. Pinned to the top was my real name, home address and
phone number. There were eight pictures of my ass or face stuffed full
of cock or covered with cum. There was little doubt that I would be
adding a dozen photos or so to this account every single day from here
on out.
I should have been scared shitless. Instead, I was horny as hell and
ready to prove myself as the perfect sissy slut in town.
After all:
"I am a submissive sissy slut."
"I live to serve my Master."
"I live to serve any man who wants to fill my sissy holes with his cum."
"I live to be filled full of Master's cum."
"I need to be the best sissy slut in town."
"As a good sissy cum slut, I need to be bred and fed on a daily basis."
"I need to suck and swallow and be fucked multiple times each and every
day."
"I dedicate myself to being the best sissy slut I can be."
"I will train myself to be a sexy sissy cum slut."
"I will train myself to be the best cocksucker in town."
"I will train myself to submit to anything that Master demands, and I
will beg him to push me to be the best sissy cum dump that I can
become."
"I will beg him to train me as hard as he can."
"I will beg him to blackmail me. "
"I will beg him to whore me out because I am a sissy slut..."
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