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I must admit that I was surprised, but also thrilled to get the email.
"Hello Sissy Michelle;" it read. "Please excuse my impertinence in
reaching out to you, but I have seen several of your posts on
Craigslist, Fetlife and Adult Friend Finder. You always say that you are
a sissy seeking dominant men who will train you to become a sissy cum
slut. I am guessing that you have not found that man as of yet, because
I keep seeing variations on the same ad week after week after week."
I gulped.
It was all true, but responses to my ads always went to a private Gmail
account. This one had landed in my work email, and my company definitely
scans our correspondence for inappropriate content.
Nevertheless, I continued reading. I didn't seem to have a choice.
"I would like to offer my services," the email continued. "I have taken
great pleasure in turning several sexually frustrated sissies, like
yourself, into cock-crazed whores. I think that you show great
potential, and I would like to add you to my stable of sissy sluts."
"If you are serious about finally acting on you sissy cum slut
fantasies, then please contact me, and we shall begin your training."
"Sincerely yours; Master David."
I couldn't delete the email fast enough. I purged it from my system and
prayed that IT didn't flag it. Although, in my sissy heart, I was hard
as a rock thinking that I had finally found a real Master who would make
all of my kinky sissy dreams come true.
Well, as hard as I could get while locked in my chastity. I spent the
rest of the morning throbbing in my panties thinking about what could
have been.
An hour later, I got another email.
"Hello Sissy; I am waiting to hear back from you. As I mentioned
earlier, I am fully prepared to turn you into the biggest sissy cum dump
in town. When I am through training you, I promise that there will be a
line of men who will be waiting every day at..." and he wrote out my
home address, including the zip code and a Google map link to my house.
I didn't read the rest. I deleted the email, and I purged my deleted
folder for good measure. My heart was beating in my chest, and it didn't
stop pounding for the next 30 minutes.
Which is when the next email arrived.
"Hello SISSY SLUT;" it read. "I am sending these emails to your work
account because I know your IT department scans them, so they will be on
the lookout for words like SISSY, CUM DUMP, FUCK SLUT, KID PORN, DOG
FUCKER and so forth." And of course, they will automatically scan for
any pornographic pictures, like the one I have attached here. I have
collected several photos from your various accounts. I will start
sending all of them to your work email if you don't respond within the
next 60 seconds."
And then my phone buzzed. I had received a text. It said "60."
I was panicked. I grabbed for my phone and wrote back "Hello."
The phone buzzed back with "45."
I wasn't sure what Master David was looking for. I replied to my email.
"Hello," I wrote. "What do you want?"
My phone buzzed again with "That's not how you address your new Master,
sissy." And then, "30." It was followed by a picture of me dressed up
and sucking on a dildo from my Fetlife account.
I started typing again. "I apologize Master. This is sissy slut Michelle
and I thank you for agreeing to train me to be your sissy cum dump. I
will do what you command me to do."
My phone buzzed once again. "Good slut," it read. "Let's begin."
Master David then proceeded to text me every one of the pictures that I
had posted on my various online profiles. Every single one of them was
watermarked with my name, phone number, email address and home address.
"As you can see, sissy," he wrote, "I have collected all of your sissy
photos and could absolutely destroy your life if I wanted to do so.
Fortunately for you, I am a benevolent Master. I only want to help you
become the sissy slut your truly are inside, and as long as you follow
my orders, I won't need to expose you to your friends and family."
He then proceeded to email me a list of my personal contacts, which
included contact details for my boss, my brother and sister as well as
my mother.
I immediately texted him back. "Please, Sir. I will be a good sissy slut
and do as you command."
"Good sissy," he wrote back. "Wait for my instructions."
And then he was gone. Needless to say, I didn't get any work done for
the rest of the day, and I flinched every time the phone rang, thinking
that it was IT calling to discuss my emails, or my mom calling to ask me
about why her son was now a depraved sissy slut. It scared me to death.
It also was super hot, and I was as horny as I have been in months
thinking about what was on the horizon for me.
At one point I realized that I was shaking with fear. My boss even asked
if I was okay. I mumbled something about feeling poorly and decided to
take a sick day.
No sooner had I logged off of my work station than I received another
text from my new Master.
"Sissy," it read. "I will require several pictures every day that prove
you are being an obedient sissy slut. Write today's date on a post it
note, along with the words, 'sissy's pathetic clitty.' Then go to the
restroom and take a picture that shows your sissy clitty--because we all
know that it's certainly not a cock."
"If you are true to your posts, I will expect to see your clitty locked
in its cage and surrounded by some pretty panties. You will be punished
if this is not the case. You have five minutes to send the picture."
I practically ran to the restroom. I was wearing panties (I haven't worn
anything else for almost a decade) and I did happen to be locked in my
Jailbird chastity cage. I was so happy that I didn't let myself out last
night, even though I had wanted to free myself for a quick jerk off
session. For whatever reason, I had decided to stay locked up, and I was
now very happy that I had done so.
I sent the picture within 3 minutes and was rewarded with a text that
read, "Good sissy. What time do you get off work?"
I responded immediately. "I am usually home by 6, but have decided to
take the rest of the day off."
The reply text was immediate, and the beep from my cell phone was loud
enough to make my heart skip a beat. "Good." It read. "Text me when you
are home and naked and ready to begin your training."
20 minutes later I did as I was commanded. Master David demanded proof
that I was home, and I texted him a picture that showed me standing
naked, other than my panties and chastity cage.
He then began to ask me all sort of questions. Did I have any current
boyfriends? How many men did I serve on a daily basis? Was I taking
hormones? What was the status of my sissy wardrobe? Was I very passable?
What was I doing to lose weight? Was I an accomplished cocksucker? Did I
have any kinks that I wanted to explore?
His questions went on for almost an hour. I was still scared shitless,
but I did my best to answer them all, like a good sissy slut would do
for her Master. And, as per Master's instructions, I went to my toy
chest and took out my biggest dildo. I quickly found myself bouncing up
and down on the monster cock as I answered his questions.
When he asked me to turn on my webcam, I did so without any hesitation.
Master chastised me for not having any makeup on, I immediately excused
myself and went to put my face on. I returned 30 minutes later fully
dolled up with makeup, wig, dress and high heels.
Master wrote back, "Good Sissy," and told me to get down on my knees and
practice sucking on my dildo for the webcam for the next 30 minutes. I
balked for a second, as the dildo had just been in my ass, but I decided
that I had better do as I was instructed. The dildo had a suction cup
base. I mounted it on the wall and proceeded to do my deep throat
exercises for the webcam while Master watched from afar.
Thirty minutes later, Master emailed me a link. It was my new Craigslist
ad.
It read, "Please help me train my new sissy cum dump."
"I have recently acquired a new sissy slut, but I will require a small
group of men who are willing to help train her to be a complete sissy
cum dump. I will need a few men to stop by in the early morning, and a
few more during the lunch hour. She gets home every night around six, so
we'll need a few guys looking for a post work suck and fuck, and then
some more who want to stop by late at night to feed her a midnight
snack."
"Each time you show up, you'll find her tied up and locked in a chastity
and willing to serve you like a total sissy slut. All I ask of you is
that you send me a picture EVERY SINGLE TIME that shows my sissy slut's
mouth or ass stuffed full of cock or splattered with cum. I will be
posting these pictures to her sissy Tumblr account."
"If this piques your interest, and if you are okay with fucking this
sissy slut when other men are present, because Lord knows that there
will be a line of hard cocks lining up to breed this sissy, then let me
know that you are okay with this."
"Also," in ended ominously, "if you have any kinky fantasies that you
want to explore, let me know. Water-sports, electro-sex, bondage,
bestiality, you name it. The good thing about training a sissy slut is
that she will do whatever you demand, whenever you are horny."
And then he sent me a few of the responses. Master told me that there
were already twenty men champing at the bit to use me, although it was
early and he expected at least thirty more.
My doorbell rang.
Master texted me, ordering me to answer the door. He seemed to sense my
hesitation. "Answer the door now, slut," he wrote, "Or I will fuck up
your life for real!"
I knew in my heart that he was serious. I opened the door. There was a
young guy standing there, and he broke into a leer when he saw me. "So,
you're the sissy slut who needs to be trained," he said as he walked
into my house, grabbing my neck as he passed and shoving me to the
ground.
"Well?" he said, "Get to it."
I did as I was told.
I unzipped his pants, with my teeth as instructed, and fished out his
cock. I did my best to suck him off, but at a certain point he just
pulled it out and finished himself off, splashing his cum across my
face.
"Smile for the camera," he said, as he took a picture that showed my
face plastered with his cum.
Almost immediately, the doorbell rang. He dragged me to the door and
told me to open it, even though his cum was still dripping down my face.
I did as I was told and found two black guys standing there. They were
quickly ushered inside. Within minutes I was being spit-roasted while
the first guy stuck around to make sure and document everything with my
cell phone camera.
I was impaled on both ends with hard cocks when two more guys stopped by
to help train me. I'd just started my sissy training and I already had
five guys in my apartment. I kind of lost myself in a cock lust haze and
did my best to serve whatever cock was presented to me. I know that each
one of them came more than once, and that a few other guys stopped by
before I was carried to my bedroom and one of the guys pulled out a roll
of duct tape. He proceeded to bind me up, ankle to neck, with the duct
tape.
I was thrown onto my bed, with cum leaking from my sissy holes, and told
to try to get some sleep as my next sissy cock trainer would be here at
5am. The man turned my phone on to a sissy hypnosis loop and put my
headphones on me. I drifted off to sleep listening to a non-stop loop of
the sounds of fucking while some sissy chanted a sissy sub mantra.
"I am a sissy slut." The mantra chanted. "I live to serve cock. I exist
only to make horny men happy by slurping down their yummy cummy. I am a
sissy cum dump. I am two holes that need to be filled by hard cocks and
cum. I am only as good as the number of men who use me on a daily
basis."
I was exhausted, and even though I was mummified in an uncomfortable
position, I still managed to fall asleep, with this mantra looping on
repeat all night long.
I woke at 5am when somebody suddenly shoved his cock down my throat. I
was still tied up, so I couldn't do anything other than have my face
fucked. He came and flooded my belly with his cum. Then he pulled out a
knife and cut open the duct tape so I could move. He dragged me to my
bathroom and shoved me into the tub.
Then he proceeded to shower me with his piss, all the while demanding
that I open my mouth and swallow it while he took pictures on my phone.
Another man walked in at this point and whipped out his dick. He shoved
it in my mouth and proceeded to fuck my face while he also unloaded his
morning piss down my throat.
I couldn't take any more. I vomited. But that didn't stop my morning
trainers. They simply flipped me over and began pounding my ass, and
filling my bowels up with their piss until I felt like I would burst.
That made them hard. After they came in my ass, they turned on the
shower (as cold as it could get) and left me there in the tub, saying
that they would see me tomorrow, and that they expected me to do better
then.
I lay under the cold water a several minutes, ultimately pulling the
tape off of me. I turned the tap to warm and stood swaying in the tub
when somebody walked into my bathroom. Another black guy. He was huge!
His cock must have been at least ten inches in length, and honestly, I
was excited to be used by such a magnificent cock! It's a good thing
that I had been well stretched out as he dragged me sopping wet from the
shower and plunged his cock into my sissy pussy without any warning. I
cried out in pain. He didn't care. He fucked me mercilessly and flooded
my pussy with his cum.
Snap. He took a picture on my phone. Just before he left he told me that
I had to go to the store and buy some tampons, so that I could keep his
cum from dripping out into my panties during the day. I was so stretched
out that I thought that I would need several tampons from here on out.
My phone rang just before he left. It was my online Master, saying that
I had been a good sissy slut on my first day, although I would need to
work harder on my sissy cocksucking skills. Not to worry, he would make
sure that I got lots of practice each and every day from here on out.
He sent me the link to a sissy Tumblr page, my sissy Tumblr page that
had been populated with twenty-three pictures that showed me sucking
cock and being fucked and splattered with cum. All of the pictures had
my name, phone number, email address and home address written across the
bottom.
This was the first time that I started to worry about what was
happening. I started to wonder if I should just say fuck it and try to
reclaim my life.
Not sure how, but Master might have sensed my uncertainty. He sent me
another text. "Good start, sissy," it said. "I hope that you are having
fun. I know that I am. It will only get harder from here on out. And God
help you if you ever disobey me, because I have everything I need to
destroy you."
I gulped and responded. "Yes, Master, I will obey like a good sissy
slut."
I went to work, but not before sending Master a picture that showed my
caged clitty in my pretty panties, and a massive butt plug shoved deep
in my ass. I was also wearing a cami and stockings under my boy clothes.
I punched in at 8 and immediately received a text instructed me to run
to the bathroom and prove that I was still caged and plugged. I did as
instructed, adding the Post it with today's date and the words "Sissy
Birth."
All morning long I received texts from the men who had used me last
night. They were all accompanied by pictures of my sissy depravity, as
well as demand that I show them my clitty or ass in pictures form, and a
message saying that they were looking forward to using me again as soon
as I got off work.
I didn't get anything done at work. It seemed like every 15 minutes I
had to excuse myself and run to the bathroom to take a picture to
satisfy one of my sissy trainers. I suppose that it should have freaked
me out, but I must honestly admit that my sissy clitty was throbbing
non-stop inside my chastity device.
And then I got a phone call from our Engineering department. It was IT.
I knew that I was fucked. I walked down the hall, certain that I was
about to be fired. Sure enough, our IT guy told me to come in and close
the door. He had seen the emails, and wanted to know what was going on.
I was speechless.
He surprised me by asking point blank if I was a sissy slut? I gulped
and answered, "Yes." He smiled and said that everything was okay, but
that I should strip and slip under his desk and start sucking his cock.
I was so relieved that I did as instructed, and soon found myself
stuffed under his desk with his cock stuffed down my throat.
It was the first day of what would become my daily ritual. I now log in
and head immediately to the IT department. I now have a key, so I just
let myself in and tie myself up under his desk. The engineers usually
show up an hour or so later and sit there, going over their emails while
I lovingly slurp down their cocks.
It caused some problems at first when I received texts from my trainers
demanding pictures of me in my sissy slut mode. Fortunately, the IT guy
was more than willing to send pictures of me stuffed under his desk, my
mouth stuffed full of his cock, with a message saying that I was busy
being a sissy slut right now, but that I would be free to respond in an
hour or so.
That's my life now.
I wake every morning at 4am and give myself an enema so that I am always
squeaky clean and ready to service any of my sissy trainers during the
day. I move to my living room and le down over my coffee table while I
play a sissy slut hypnosis file on my iPhone. I am always roused from my
sissy slut hypnosis dreams by somebody stopping by to feed me my sissy
slut breakfast of hard cock and cum. There are usually three or four
men each morning. Some days it is as much as six. It doesn't matter to
me. I will suck and be fucked by every cock that shows up at my
apartment.
I Send a quick picture to Master that shows how I will be dressed during
the day, as well as another that shows my weight (I have to lose 5 lbs
every week). Then I run off to work. I punch in and immediately head off
to the IT department, where I spend an hour or so under their desks.
Then it's five or six pictures for my sissy trainers before heading home
for lunch. There is always a line of men cued up at my house, waiting to
use me when I get home for lunch. I seldom get to eat anything--that's
okay as my stomach is generally filled full of cum by the time I head
back to work.
They have also taken to giving me my daily sissy hormone shot. After a
few months, it's hard to hide my budding breasts. Plus, with my forced
sissy diet and being locked constantly in corsets or wait trainers, I
have been developing a pretty sexy sissy figure.
One of my trainers has taken to showing up at my work in the early
afternoons and demanding that I accompany him to his car. I crouch down
in the passenger seat and do my best to serve him while he drives around
town. Once he has filled my belly full of his cum, he takes me back to
work.
By the time five o'clock rolls around, I am always the first one out the
door. Some times there is somebody waiting to drive me home (and use me
like a sissy slut along the way) but most nights I simply rush home and
plop myself into the tub where I give myself a quick body shave and get
ready for the horny men who will be showing up at my apartment.
By now they all have keys to my front door, so there's nothing I can do
to stop them. They simply walk in, force me to my knees, fuck me, tie me
up and then leave me so that I am always ready to serve the next hard
cock that walks in my door. I'm not quite sure, but it appears that I am
serving 27 men at this point, with 12 of them using me on a daily basis
on average.
Master says that he is very pleased. It has been more than six months.
He now has more than 1500 pictures that show me acting as a complete
sissy slut. He plays his final card.
He sends a photo of me sucking off the head of IT to my boss. She
immediately demands that I come to her office. I know that I will be
fired, so I don't bother to go into work. He also sends a picture to my
mother, making sure that she knows that her son is now a submissive
sissy slut. By now I have obvious breasts, and I have been trained to be
such a depraved cock slut that there is now doubt as to what I have
become.
He also sends an anonymous email to my landlord, alleging that I am
running a sissy prostitution ring out of my apartment. I am immediately
served with an eviction notice. And if that's not enough, it turns out
that one of my sissy trainers has maxed out my credit cards, signing me
up for some expensive travel adventures.
Which is how I found myself tied up in a wooden crate, loaded onto a
ship and sailing across the sea to a Master who was looking to find a
sissy slut for his own personal use in Germany.
What happens next? I cannot say. Hopefully, I will be a bigger sissy
slut in the future. I know now that this is what I was put on earth to
be.
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