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sissy cunt's New Life - Part 1
The plane finally touched down in Cape Town. It pulled to the gate, and
the tone sounded, signaling that we could stand and take their luggage
from the overhead. Grabbing my purse, i slung it over my shoulder and
stood, stepping out into the aisle. i ignored the disapproving stares
of the other passengers, my face turning bright red. They could clearly
see the business cards, condoms and make up through transparent sides of
my bright pink purse. i still think Master only makes me carry the
condoms for the added humiliation. He has told me that i would get
fifty strokes from his cane if He ever caught me insisting that one of
the men i serviced used one.
i think what really set a lot of them off was the dildo. Master made me
carry that just for added humiliation. When the TSA agent, a cute girl
in her early twenties, had asked me why i had that in my purse, i
replied exactly as Master had instructed me.
"Because it is a long flight, and this sissy is a cock-addicted whore,"
i had told the stunned girl, referring to myself in the third-person as
Master has instructed me to do. One of His first instructions was to
prohibit me from referring to myself in the first person or by anything
that would denote a male, as it would hinder me in accepting that i was
merely a sissy slave that had no other purpose but to be a sissy sex
slave for Master and other Real Men. i continued, "If sissy starts to
go through withdrawal, she can take her dildo to the bathroom and fuck
herself with it."
The agent had called her supervisor over and discussed it with her. i
thought for sure that they were going to pull me out of line and not let
me board the plane, but eventually, i had cleared security and was on my
way to my new life as Master H's slave.
Despite my embarrassment, i held my head up. Master has trained me to
act proud of my sissy status, and to never try to hide or deny it. i
still get embarrassed though, when i'm dressed out in public like i am
now. Like everything else in my life, Master decided what i would wear
and how i would look on my trip to slavery. i was wearing red vinyl hot
pants and a pink frilly governess blouse, with lace down the middle of
the front and the cuffs of the sleeve. The rest of the blouse was
sheer, so that my red bra was clearly visible underneath. my legs were
adorned in white stockings with red hearts all over them. The lace tops
were held up by garters ... or suspenders, as i would now have to get used
to calling them. My shoes were thigh high red vinyl boots that one
would expect a common street hooker to wear. Around my collar was a
pink leather dog collar covered in sparkling cubic zirconium. Long,
dangly chandelier were clipped on to each ear. Master repeatedly denied
my pleas to allow me to pierce my ears back home, insisting that i wait
until i was in his possession. The same went for the tattoos and other
piercings.
The most embarrassing thing about my outfit was my complete lack of hair
on my head. i'm naturally bald and shave my head and Master had refused
to allow me to wear my wig when travelling. He had told me that it was
because i would need to be recognizable from the picture in my passport
and it would raise suspicion if it looked like i was trying to fly in
disguise. The fact that i would instantly be identified as a
crossdressing sissy was undoubtedly an added benefit for Master.
Before i had left, Master made me go to the beauty salon. That trip had
been indicative of the type of humiliation that Master concocted for me,
while training me from across the ocean. He had ordered me to wear the
most masculine clothes i had, so i chose a flannel shirt, jeans and work
boots. When i had walked in, a Vietnamese woman had asked me what i
wanted, and i told her everything Master had commanded that i get done.
She looked at me in disbelief, asking in a thick accent if i was some
kind of faggot or something.
"Yes, ma'am," i had said loudly enough so that everyone in the salon
looked at me, knowing that Master would want me to debase myself by
proclaiming to everyone in earshot my true nature. As i did, my sissy
cock had strained against my panties, as it had occurred to me how lucky
i was to have such an amazing Master who was willing to help me fulfill
my destiny by transforming me into the sissy bimbo that i was always
meant to me. my voice cracked little as i almost cried at the
overwhelming gratitude i felt for my Master at that moment. "i am a
total faggot that lives for cock. i want to become a sissy sex slave
for my Master. He has promised to turn me into a transsexual bimbo
whore, and i need your help. Please make me pretty for my Master, so
He'll want to fuck me."
Scowling, she had taken me back to the chair, while admonishing me to
keep my voice down. She sat me down and started the work i had asked
her to do. The whole time, she was speaking in Vietnamese to this
effeminate male technician who would occasionally look over and stare at
me. Every time he did, i had looked at him, either biting my lower lip
or wetting my lips with my tongue, because Master trained me to act like
a wanton whore whenever a man shows the slightest interest in putting
his cock into one of my holes.
Two hours later, my mani, pedi and makeover had been completed. my
toenails had been painted a bright pink. my fingernails, along with the
one-inch extensions that she had added. In addition to the pink polish,
the fingernails each had a silver glitter letter, large enough to be
instantly noticeable. The letters on the right hand spelled out s-i-s-
s-y, and on the left was w-h-o-r-e. My eyebrows had been shaped into a
high, thin and unmistakably feminine arch. The Vietnamese woman had
applied heavy makeup. i didn't look like a street walker or a drag
queen, but it was definitely a glamour look, with heavy foundation,
bright pink lipstick, pink blush and blue eyeshadow. She had even put
on a set of fake eyelashes with heavy mascara. When the woman had
finished up, she had declared in a voice at least as loud as the one i
had been chastised for using, "There you go, faggot. Nice and pretty
for your Master."
By then, the male technician had wandered over and took my hands,
examining his co-worker's handiwork. He looked up at me, his eyes
filled with lust and had asked me, "Is it true, what your hands say?"
"Yes, sir," i had responded, my eyes cast down submissively. Master had
trained me that when in the presence of any man, even feminine beta men
like this one, i was to recognize their superiority over a stupid sissy
cunt like me by only staring at their crotches. As i stared at his
khakis, a small bulge started to form. i remember imaging that the
man's crotch belong to my Master, and fantasizing about getting down on
my knees and taking Master's magnificent manhood all the way down my
throat, right there in the middle of the shop. Then, i had remembered
something that had snapped out of my dream. Knowing Master hated
whenever i missed an opportunity to tell someone, anyone, my status, i
tried to give a little sissy giggle, then said, "This sissy is a whore
who lives to be used by men for their pleasure."
He took my left hand and put it on his crotch. i could feel his semi-
erect dick, and bit my lower lip. i remember hoping he the gesture as
wanton lust, but in reality, i had done it to keep from laughing. His
penis probably only got to about five inches erect, and it was thin,
just a little larger around than a roll of quarters. Laughably
inadequate compared to Master's wonderful cock. But i still had to
respect him and submit to him, because Master had taught me my rightful
place.
"You suck this," he had told me in broken English. i still don't know
if it was a question or not. It didn't matter. Whether or not he
meant it as one, it was never one in my mind. The slave contract i
signed with Master expressly forbade me from ever refusing to service a
male after he has propositioned me.
"Yes, sir," i had replied demurely. "This sissy cunt would love to suck
your cock. Please shoot your cum into her whore mouth so that she can
know what a real man's seed tastes like."
He grabbed me roughly by the arm and dragged me to the back office. The
lady screamed something at him in Vietnamese, but he ignored it. He
opened the office door and threw me in, then stepped inside, closing the
door behind him and locking it.
"Strip, whore!" he said, undoing his leather belt and sliding it out of
the loops. He folded it in two and swung it down hard on the desk. i
jumped, and my clitty quivered, as the belt made a loud *SMACK* when it
hit.
"Sir, this stupid cunt is grateful that you would use her as your jizz
receptacle," i said as i started to unbutton my flannel shirt. "But may
this sissy whore humbly ask you for two favors?"
"What?"
"First, sir, my Master loves to see me used like a common whore,
humiliated and degraded," i took of the flannel, revealing my lacy black
bra underneath. The man's eyes widened in surprise, but i couldn't
figure out why. i had just had my brows feminized, make-up put on, and
my nails done is an ultra-feminine way. Not to mention that i was about
to suck his cock and, presumably, swallow his cum. The fact that i was
wearing a bra shouldn't have been a shock. "If you could please record
our encounter with my phone, it would make my Master very happy."
i handed him my Galaxy Note 8 in its glittery pink case, then quickly
stripped out of my jeans, revealing a pair of black lace thong panties
that matched the bra. While He still allowed me to wear male outer
clothes very rarely, i hadn't been allowed male underwear since i began
my training. The only reason i hadn't worn s stockings and suspenders
was because i was getting a pedicure.
"This cunt's second request, sir," i continued as i dropped to my
kneesin front of him. "Is that you please treat me like the worthless
piece of fuckmeat that i am. This sissy whore begs you not to treat her
with any respect whatsoever, but to use her for solely for your pleasure
and to fulfill whatever perverted, twisted fantasies that you have."
An evil smile spread across the man's face as i made my request. i
instantly knew that i had tapped the sadist in him, and that this would
hurt, in more ways than one. i closed my eyes and my mind took me to
later that night, when i would share the video with Master, and tell him
about the encounter, blow for blow, as it were. my clitty jumped at
imagining Master's pleasure at seeing His slave's debasement and abuse.
"I can do that, bitch. Be carefur what you wish ful," he said in his
thick Asian accent. Then he stepped up and spit a giant glob of phlegm
right on the center of my forehead. It ran down my face, ruining my
makeup.
A hard smack on my ass brought me back to the present. The passengers
in front of me had already walked half the length of the plane.
"Get moving, bitch," a gruff voice behind me said. It was Turkish man
that had been sitting in the window seat next to me. It had been just
us two in the aisle on the final leg of my trip from Istanbul to Cape
Town. He had spent the first two hours of the flight belittling me,
calling me faggot, sissy, slut, and other names. He had questioned me
in detail about why i love cock, and what i would do to his. At one
point, one of the flight attendants, a rather frumpy middle aged woman,
overheard and asked if the man was bothering me.
"No, ma'am," i had replied, knowing what Master would want me to say.
As i said the words, i imagined Master sitting in the seat next to me,
telling me what a good girl i was, and my clitty twitched at His
imagined approval. "This sissy is a complete whore, and is grateful to
have a Real Man to remind her of her place."
The flight attendant rolled her eyes in disgust and walked away. i felt
the Turk's rough hand on the back of my neck, and my face was forced
down into his crotch. Everything had gone black as the blanket covered
my head.
The man continued to keep pace behind me as i walked up the aisle of the
plane to the exit. The whole time, he was pinching my ass, telling me
how good my mouth had felt on his cock, and describing the various ways
he wanted to use me while he was still in town.
As i approached the front, i saw the flight attendant from earlier
standing there greeting the exiting passengers. She saw me and nudged
her crewmate, a stunning younger girl, no more than twenty-five. The
younger beauty was exactly the type of woman i would have tried to fuck
when i was pretending to be a man, and the sight of her made me feel a
little sad at how pathetic i was. Then i remembered by Master had freed
me from that lie, and i was now on my way to becoming the shemale bimbo
whore that i was always meant to be.
i saw the older woman lean over and whisper something in the young
girl's ear while pointing directly at me. The girl's eyes went wide,
then she placed her hand over her mouth as she started to giggle. When
i reached them, the older woman ignored me, looking past me and
addressing the Turk. The younger girl, still giggling said to me, "Bye,
sissy. I hope you get all the men you can handle while you're here."
"Thank you, ma'am," i said, my cheeks burning. "This sissy whore hopes
so as well."
This caused the girl to burst out in hysterical laughter, while the
older woman shook her head disapprovingly. As i stepped off the plane,
i heard the girl tell the Turk what a nice sissy he had. i continued
walking up the jetway toward the gate. As soon as i stepped out onto
the concourse, i saw my Master standing there waiting for me.
i quickly minced over to Him, my arms straight down by my side, my palms
horizontal to the ground. i smiled at my Owner.
"Greet me properly, cunt," He said as i stopped in front of Him. "Ten
lashes with the belt when W/we get to the car for your lack of respect."
i immediately dropped to my knees in the middle of the airport. It was
crowded, and the people passing by stared. i could hear them
whispering, and occasionally, i could pick out a nasty word aimed in my
direction. i didn't care. i prostrated myself before Master and placed
a loving kiss on the tip of each of his boots, before returning to a
kneeling position. i kept my gaze down at his feet, awaiting my next
command.
"Good girl," He told me. "Now stand."
As i was standing, i heard the Turk speak from behind me. He asked
Master, "Is this Your whore?"
Master informed him that i did, in fact belong to him. The Turk
complimented Him on training such a good slut. He related some of the
more salacious details of our time together during the flight, which
caused Master to look over at me and smirk. Then the Turk asked if he
could use me again while he was in town this coming week.
"We'll see," Master told the man. "You have her business card. Email
her and we can try to set something up."
"I don't have her card," the Turk said, looking confused. i saw
Master's face turn dark and i knew i had fucked up.
"Cunt," Master glared at me. "Did you not give this man one of your
cards?"
"No, Master."
"And why not?"
"Because sissy whore is a stupid cunt," i replied with the only
acceptable answer when i have failed to follow one of Master's commands.
One of those was that i was to give one of my business cards to any man
who used me or expressed an interest in doing so. i had gotten out of
the habit of doing so back home, knowing i wouldn't be there for very
long.
Reaching in my purse, i handed pulled out one of my cards and handed it
to the Turk. He read the front, then flipped it over and read the back.
Laughing, he shook his head, "You are one filthy faggot, sissy. I'll
email you this week."
"That's another ten lashes for not passing out your cards, cunt," Master
after the Turk had left.
i followed Master out to the parking lot. When W/we got to His car, He
ordered me to strip off my blouse and my hot pants. i instantly
complied, standing there in my pink bra, matching thong panties,
suspenders, stockings and hooker boots.
"Bend over and put your hands on the hood of the car." i did and Master
roughly kicked my legs apart. He spread my cheeks, smacking each one
hard as He did. i heard the swish of Master taking off His belt and
braced myself for what was about to come. This would be the first time
Master punished me Himself, and i wanted to make Him proud of what i
could take for Him.
The first blow landed on my ass with a loud smack and send fiery pain
through my body. i exhaled sharply to keep from crying out. i hadn't
expected it to hurt that much. i thought to myself once again that
Master knew me better than i knew myself. The fact that i was surprised
that an Alpha Male god like Master could hit that hard just shows that i
am a stupid, braindead cunt, just like Master always tells me i am.
"One," i counted off. "Thank You for punishing this dumb sissy cunt,
Master."
i counted each stroke and repeated my thanks for His discipline. By
sixth blow, i was panting, struggling to speak. By the tenth, silent
tears were streaming down my face. By the thirteenth stroke, they were
no longer silent. i was sobbing uncontrollably, counting each blow and
thanking Master, my voice breaking.
"Not bad, whore," Master said after the twentieth and final blow with
his belt. He rubbed His hand over my brutalized ass, and i the heat
from His palm aggravated the heat from my cheeks, causing them to burn
more. "You will learn to take even more, and your clitty will dribble
its juice from pleasure at the pain i will inflict. But right now, I
think I will give you five more swats for being a little crybaby."
"Thank You, Master," i sobbed, knowing that begging Him not to would
only add to the total. Besides, i knew that deep down, not only did i
want Him to, but i needed Him to. That was why i had signed Master's
slave contract, declaring myself His property for life. That was why i
had abandoned my old life and everyone in it. Because Master saw what i
was, and cared enough to treat me how i needed to be treated for me to
reach my full potential as a sissy bimbo cumdump whore,
After five more whacks, complete with my counting and thanking Him for
each one, Master pulled my thong aside. i felt Him remove my plug, and
my sissy-pussy felt empty. i desperately hoped that Master would
replace it with His cock and breed me, but i knew He wouldn't here.
"Kneel, cunt."
i immediately hit my knees right there in the parking lot. i was
between Master's vehicle and the one next to it, so i knew no one would
see me, unless they got up close.
"Look up at me, slut." i looked up into His eyes, and felt woozy from
lust. He smiled at my ruined mascara, which had run down as i had
sobbed during his onslaught. my clitty twitched at that, because i knew
ruining a whore's makeup by causing her to cry was one of Master's
favorite things. "Who does that ass i just beat belong to?"
"You, Master. This sissy cunt and everything she has belongs to You,
body, mind and soul. Forever or until Master tires of sissy cunt."
"And why did I punish my whore?"
"Because she is a stupid cunt, Master. she forgot to immediately drop
down and kiss Your feet when she saw You. And she forgot to pass out
her cards advertising that she was a sissy whore for men's pleasure."
"Good bitch," Master said, patting my head like an obedient dog. He
looked around to see if it was clear, then unzipped His pants. He
pulled out His enormous uncut cock and held it immediately in front of
His face. i could feel the heat from it and smell it's manly musk. i
swooned as a sissygasm wracked my body. "Tell Me what my sissy whore
wants, slave."
"Please, Master. i want Your cock," i said, unable to take my eyes off
of it. i felt my cheeks flush and my clitty jump. my heart raced
faster and i felt as if i would explode if i didn't taste Master's cock
in the next few seconds. i repeated my mantra that i had typed out to
Master every morning. i had heard it in one of my sissy hypno videos,
and revised it a bit to relate specifically to Him before relating it to
Him. He had approved, and it has been my sissy mission statement ever
since.
Inhaling deeply through my nose in order to bask in Master's scent, i
told Master what my life's mission as his slave was. "This cunt was
born a stupid cunt. it is a simple piece of fuck meat. Unless it is
serving Master, it is nothing. it is only filled with purpose when it
is filled with Master's cock, or whatever other cock Master orders it to
serve. Only its body is of value and it does not belong to it. it is
only pretty when covered in Master's spit, cum and piss. it wants
Master's dick in any of its holes at any time. it will not say "no".
it is a stupid set of fuck holes. it exists solely for the amusement
and entertainment of Master. it is a nasty, trashy fuckslut. it will
expose itself whenever and wherever it is told to. it is a receptacle
for Master's jizz. it is a cumdumpster. it needs to be bathed and
filled with Master's spunk. it needs Master to fill it with cock. it
will follow Master's orders because it is a dumb slut and it doesn't
know what's best for it. it is a cum drinking whore. its mouth's main
purpose is not talking. its mouth is for sucking dick, licking balls,
tonguing assholes and gargling spit and cum and piss. it is a nameless
set of holes. it is a cumrag designed to be used and disposed of.
Please use its holes. Thank You for wasting time on this dumb slut."
"Good bitch," Master said as He touched His cock head to my lips. "Just
the tip."
i parted my pink painted lips and wrapped them around the head of
Master's cock. i let out an involuntary moan as my body shook from
another sissygasm. i closed my eyes in bliss as i ran my tongue along
the bottom of Master's cock head. A hard smack to my left cheek awake
me from my stupor.
"Did I tell you to lick, cunt?"
"No, Master," i mumbled the best i could.
"You really are a stupid cunt, aren't you?" Master asked as he smacked
my right cheek. "Just hold it in your whore mouth. And don't spill a
drop."
It was then that i felt the warm torrent from Master's cock. His piss
tasted acidic and bitter, but i swallowed it like it was the sweetest
tasting beverage on the planet. It took every bit of discipline that
Master had instilled in me to keep me from impaling my face on his cock,
to allow his golden nectar to flow directly down my throat. Another
sissygasm shook my body, then another. i was normally grossed out by
pee, even drinking my own tinkle. But this was my Master's piss flowing
down my throat, a sign of His dominance and ownership of me. It was the
most erotic thing i had ever experienced.
After He had finished, He pulled His cock out of from between my lips
with a loud *pop*, as i was still sucking on it and didn't want to let
it go. i thanked Him for letting His pathetic sissy cunt the privilege
of being His piss slave and allowing her to drink His golden nectar. He
told me to get to my feet and i complied.
"Did cunt like the taste of Master's piss?" He asked and He reached out
and pinched my left nipple hard through my bra. i gasped in pain. my
titties had always been sensitive, even when i was pretending to be a
man. But they had grown ten times more so since Master had started me on
hormones six months prior. Now, the gentlest touch sent waves of
pleasure through my body. Conversely, abuse like Master was now
administering racked me with pain.
"Y-yes, Master," i stammered, as the pain fired through me.
my stupid bimbo brain realized that my suffering pleased Master, and the
realization that i was making Him happy triggered my fifth sissygasm in
as many minutes. my body shook and my legs buckled. Master caught me
in His arms before i could fall and i leaned against Him, resting my
head on His chest.
"Thank You for not letting me fall, Master," i murmured softly. After
thirty-six hours on a plane, followed by five of the most intensely
satisfying minutes of my life, i was spent.
"Good girl," He said to me almost tenderly as He opened the passenger
door of his car. "you want to be a good bimbo slave for Master, don't
you?"
"Yes, Master."
"Well, get in the car, slut. W/e've still got a couple stops to make
before I take you home to your new life."
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