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Sunday Night Football Sissy
It's no surprise that we love football here in Texas. We all head out to
watch high school ball on Friday nights, and of course we love to cheer
on our college boys on Saturdays. And the grown men dominate our
Sundays.
Especially if you're a sissy slut like me.
I am a sissy cock slut who happily serves a small group of men here in
town, and things took an interesting turn a few years back when I
learned that Master David was an avid Cowboys fan, while Master Keith,
my original Master, rooted for the Texans. And living in Southeast
Texas, just minutes away from the state line, it wasn't hard to find a
few Saints fans as well.
So I now spend my Sundays (and a few Mondays and Thursdays) dolled up in
my sluttiest cheerleader outfits, cheering for my various Master's
teams, and serving them like a good sissy slut.
Let me go back to 2013 and tell you how this all began, when the Texans
were the worst team in the league. I would go to Master Keith's house
and serve him during the game. I generally spent the first quarter
serving him beer and sucking his cock while Master cheered on the team.
Things were good as they won their first two games, but then they lost
the next 14 in a row. Master Keith was not happy about the losing
streak.
He took all of his frustration out on me, frequently slamming me to the
ground and hate-fucking me. I did my best to make him forget about the
season by happily devouring his cock several times during every game.
Things changed one Sunday in mid-October when he had me not only dress
as a Texans cheerleader, but also locked me in several bondage straps
that made it nearly impossible to move. My ankles were connected with a
4" hobble chain, and my knees were bound tightly together.
My arms were locked in an arm binder behind my back, while my head was
immobilized in a stiff posture collar. An O-Ring gag completed the look,
or so I thought.
Master attached a serving tray that was supported around my neck, but
also to a pair of clamps that bit down on my nipples that peaked through
holes strategically cut into my cheerleader top. And if that wasn't
painful enough, he tied two 5lb dumbbell weights to a rope and hung them
from the bottom of my chastity device.
I was a mini-skirt clad sissy slut, gagged and tied up so tightly that I
could barely move, and with weights pulling down on my nipples and sissy
balls.
And then the doorbell rang.
Master had invited six men to stop by for a Sunday football fuck and
suck. This is when I first met Master David, the man who would force me
to live out my sissy slut fantasy for real. The two men argued about
which game to watch. Eventually they made a friendly wager, with me as
the prize.
Every time that the Texans or Cowboys scored, I would help with the
celebration. I would blow the room every time there was a field goal,
and be fucked if either team scored a touchdown. Six men meant six
blowjobs or six fucks every time the team scored. I think I also got
down on my knees for the Cleveland Browns one time, just because the
guys were horny.
Whenever the opposing team scored, I would be spanked by every man in
the room the total number of points on the scoreboard. There were 38
points cored against the Texans that day, and 16 more against the
Cowboys! I wouldn't be able to sit for the rest of the week!
The Texans only scored 13 points, while the cowboys put up 31. Needless
to say, I was walking bowlegged after so many touchdowns and field
goals. None of the guys could cum that many times, so by the time the
third quarter came around, they were mostly using dildos on me in lieu
of their cocks.
Everyone seemed to be having a good time, and while it was easily the
most men that I had ever served at once, Master Keith was not happy,
especially as Master David started teasing him, saying that the Cowboys
were the best team in Texas.
It was obviously true, but I knew better than to say anything as Master
Keith was getting angry, and more than a little drunk.
At one point he grabbed me by the hair and forced me to my knees. He
rammed his cock down my throat and began to empty his bladder. We had
been experimenting with water sports, but I had not learned how to drink
so much piss straight from Master's spout. I did my best, but when I
sputtered and coughed up a bit, I was flipped over and severely spanked.
And thn Master made me work on my piss-drinking skills. The bathroom
became off limits. Every time one of the men had to piss, I was
instructed to serve as his urinal. I wasn't allowed to relieve myself
either, so I was quickly feeling rather ill as my belly sloshed around,
filled full of piss and cum.
Eventually, Master David took pity on me and sent me to the bathroom to
relieve myself. While I was gone, he made a wager with Master Keith that
would change my life completely.
The guys had a fantasy football league going. I was now going to be the
weekly prize. Whoever won each week would get to take me home and use me
however he wanted. There would be no rules, nothing too kinky for me.
Whoever won each week could do anything they wanted to me, and the men
got hard thinking up all of the depraved things that they would do to
me.
Now I had a job and was only serving Master Keith in the evenings and on
the weekends. Master David made it clear that this was about to change.
He won that week, so he dragged me by my hair out of my own house and
threw me into the trunk of his car. He tossed a roll of duct tape in and
told me that he expected to see my tied up tightly by the time he
arrived at my new home.
I did my best, but I suspect that Master David was driving erratically
on purpose, making it difficult to tie myself up properly. By the time
we arrived at his home, I had my legs and knees taped up, and had
wrapped the tape over my eyes and mouth, over the O-Ring gag that was
still buckled in place.
For good measure I had also taped up my chastity cage. I was trying to
figure out how to tie up my arms when the car stopped. Master David
popped the trunk and sneered down at me. He flipped me over, taped my
arms up tightly behind my back, and the closed the trunk.
It was later in the evening, but it still gets very hot in Texas.
Especially when you're tied up tight and locked in a car trunk. I
started to think that I might die, but Master David did keep checking on
me, and giving me water from time to time.
Sometime around midnight he pulled me from the trunk and asked me what I
should be forced to do as a reward for the Cowboys' win that day. I
stammered something about being his fuck slave, but I was too weak to
really think of anything special.
Master David said that it was a start. He stuffed his cock down my
throat while he ripped the duct tape off my body. I screamed in pain,
but the sound of my agony was muffled by his pulsing cock.
When I was cleared of all of the tape, he put me down over a sawhorse
and bound my ankles and wrists to the legs. He then pushed me over to
the wall where there was a dildo suction cup mounted to the wall. It was
quickly shoved down my throat. He then wheeled out a fucking machine and
set it to start pounding my sissy pussy.
He left me like that, although he did stop by occasionally to check to
make sure the dildo was still sawing in and out of my ass. God bless
him, he also squirted on some lubrication from time to time.
I spent the entire night like that.
At 7am he woke me up by shoving his cock down my throat. I tried to suck
him to orgasm, but he was mostly interested in emptying his bladder.
Then he handed me his cell phone and told me to call in sick to my work.
I was so tired that I couldn't think clearly, I typed my boss' number
into Master David's cell phone and stammered out some excuse about
feeling sick.
Master David dragged me into his bathroom. He took out a roll of cling
film and proceeded to mummify me so that only my head was free. Then he
took me to his bathroom and pushed me into the tub. He started filled
the tub with cold water while he went to dress for work.
I was shivering from the water temperature, but also from fear as I
wondered if Master David would get back before the water covered my
face.
He did come back, with two sets of handcuffs. One tied my ankles to the
tub faucet. The other tied my wrists to a rope that was tied to hook in
the ceiling. He then pulled out another rope and wrapped it around my
balls, the tied that to the ceiling hook, basically hanging from the
ceiling by my sissy balls, although the water did help to support my
weight.
And then he said goodbye. Master David said that he would try to get
back for lunch, but if not, he would see me sometime after 5. He turned
off the lights and closed the door. I was a trussed up sissy in pitch
black, with nothing to do but wait for my new master to return.
He did come back at lunch. He brought home a friend and they spit
roasted me. By this time I was too weak to resist. Master took pity on
me and left me untied after they used my sissy holes. He told me to stay
in the bathroom, but let me take a nap on the floor. It was cold. It
didn't matter. I fell asleep immediately.
Master David came home sometime after 5. He told me that he was too
tired to use me properly, but not to worry, he had some friends that
would be stopping by. He took me out to his backyard and tied me up in a
closet in his shed. There was a glory hole cut out in the wall. You can
guess how I spent that night.
Master David put an ad on Craigslist saying that he had a sissy tied up
in his backyard glory hole. I lost count of all the men who stopped by
that night. I just knew that every time a cock poked through the hole, I
needed to wrap my lips around it.
I didn't know that Master had promised that I would be there every night
that week, and that there were several men determined to feed me each
and every night.
Tuesday morning came, and Master dragged my weary ass out of the closet.
He told me to call back to my work. I told my boss that I was still
sick. My boss said that I would need a doctor's note when I came back. I
agreed and hung up, while master dragged me back to his bathroom. This
time he handcuffed my hands around his toilet, and tied my head up so
that it hovered just above the bowl.
The new addition this time was a pair of headphones that he put over my
ears. I was treated to the sounds of somebody being fucked while some
sissy proceeded to chant about what a sissy slut should do for her
Master. This was my first taste of sissy hypnosis. It would not be my
last. I now spend my every free moment listening to the most depraved
sissy hypnosis porn imaginable. I have been trained to love it. Indeed,
I feel ill if I go more than a few hours with a sissy hypnosis file
filling my head with the sounds of a sissy being used like a sissy cum
dump.
Master David came back Tuesday night with a couple of friends. They all
fucked me several times before I was led back out to the shed. This time
I kept count. There were 27 men who stopped by that night. I swallowed
all 27 loads of cum while listening non-stop to sissy hypnosis files.
Wednesday morning I called my work again, but this time Master David
took the phone, put it on speaker phone and told my boss that I was in
the process of becoming a full-time sissy whore and that I would not be
returning.
I heard my boss gasp at the declaration. He asked me to respond if this
was true. Master David grabbed my balls and squeezed the so tightly that
I cried out in pain, but I cried out that "Yes, I am a sissy slut " and
that I "won't be coming back to my fucking accounting job."
There was a long moment of silence. Then my boss said, "I always thought
that you might be a sissy faggot. Maybe you won't have to quit, if
you're willing to be a sissy slut at work for me as well."
Master David laughed and took the phone off speaker. I couldn't hear the
entire conversation, but I know that he arranged for me to return to
work as the new sissy receptionist. And he also arranged for my boss to
come pay me a visit later on that morning.
Sure enough, my boss stopped by Wednesday at lunch. Master met him at
the door and led him into the bedroom where I was tied up with a sissy
hypnosis file playing in my ears.
I was untied and put down on my knees while my boss and Master David
stuffed me full of cock and cum. I recall my boss saying that he could
get used to this.
He made an appointment for me at a local doctor's office, which is how I
found myself telling a company doctor that I wanted to become a woman. I
had a prescription for Premarine, Spirolactone and another estrogen
supplement that afternoon. My boss stopped by that evening and I recall
his cock twitching as he gave me my first hormone injection.
Then it was back into the sissy closet for another 32 glory hole cocks.
I didn't call in sick to work on Thursday. As per his agreement with my
boss, I went to work wearing a very feminine top and clear nail polish.
I also had a massive but plug lodged up my sissy pussy.
My boss put out a company-wide email explaining that I had decided to
become a woman, and that I had the complete support of our company. I
spent the day sitting at my desk, embarrassed as hell and trying not to
talk to anybody. It was no use. Several of the women stopped by to offer
me their support.
Several of the men stopped by to make fun of me. They called me sissy
faggot under their breath, and I found myself agreeing and saying that
as a sissy faggot, I would be willing to serving their manly needs. I
quickly realized that the sissy hypnosis files that I had been listening
to had conditioned me to behave like a sissy slut for any man who was
interested in using a slut like me. I tried to stop myself from saying
the filthiest things imaginable, but I couldn't help myself. I
immediately agreed to be the office slut, and practically begged each
man to fuck me like the whore I longed to become.
Dear God. This was so much more that I had ever dreamed about when I
started serving Master Keith as his sissy slut.
That was pretty much par for the course for the rest of the week. I
spent my days at work, struggling to do my job while a huge dildo made
it impossible to concentrate. I would let myself into my boss' office
sometime during the day where I would find myself spread across his desk
while my boss fucked me. Mr. Peters, the head of sales soon took to
joining in to fill my other hole.
Both men agreed that I was not truly embracing my budding womanhood, so
on Friday afternoon to drove me to a salon, where they instructed the
ladies to "slut this sissy fag up." There was no dissent. I left there
with blonde hair, complete with styled extensions that fall halfway down
my back. I was also given a set of long, polished nails and instructions
on how to do my makeup from that point forward.
I was amazed, and more than a bit turned on, when I spent Saturday in
full female mode. I wasn't fully passable, but I still looked damn sexy.
And so we return to Sunday in Texas. Once again I find myself wearing a
cheerleader outfit and serving a bunch of horny men (my boss and the
Sales Manager have joined the party). Once again I find myself being
spanked and fucked and filled full of cum and piss all afternoon long
while the Texans continue to loose and the Cowboys win.
And once again, I am the party prize for the man who wins me in their
fantasy football league.
This continues for the rest of the season.
I find myself spending the week at a different Master's house after
another. It gets to the point where I only see my house on Sundays,
which is why I never get around to renewing my lease. I find myself
evicted on the first of December, but I don't really care.
By this point I have become such a depraved sissy cock slut that I can't
think about silly things like rent. I am only interested in cock and cum
and being a perfect sissy slut. I am homeless now, but fortunately I
have met Master Tyrese by this point.
He is from Cleveland, and the Browns have sucked this year as well, but
he still manages to win the Fantasy football league. Which is how I find
myself working the streets as a sissy whore. I am a transvestite
prostitute from February until August when the fantasy football league
starts up again. By this time I have C-cup titties and my cock has
shrunken down to a tiny nubbin. No worry--I haven't used it for almost a
year now. I am now a totally passable sissy slut, and I am scared, but
also pretty excited about what will happen with the new year.
Go Texans!
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