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Birth of a Sissy
Debra Darling
Sam had prepared for the session with Mistress Anne exactly as she had
ordered. He had never met her, except on the internet and this was to be
his first session with her. Sam had some experience with B&D but not a
lot. He wanted a total immersion experience and this contact seemed to
be what he was seeking. He had flown into San Francisco from his home in
Omaha and checked into a nameless small motel near the airport.
From there he had taken a cab to an area known as Daly City. He had the
driver drop him off at a street corner in a retail district. He
proceeded to walk to the address he had been given and soon found it to
be a row house like so many others in the city. He knocked on the door
and was admitted to a foyer where he handed over the letter of
introduction from Mistress Anne and cash in the amount of $2,000.00.
He was taken to a room where he undressed and was ordered to lie down on
a table. Leather cuffs secured his arms and legs (for safety he was
assured) and then a team of laser specialists went to work on him. They
used local anesthetics and took turns treating him, changing technicians
every hour. For two days they worked on him, usually two at a time
although sometimes there were three. When they were through he was
essentially hairless, from head to toe.
He was then covered with Nair and allowed to shower after twenty minutes.
This was done twice. Finally, they rubbed some kind of lotion into his
skin to sooth it. When he saw himself in a mirror he found a completely
bare skinned man looking back him. He was bald, his eyebrows were gone,
he had no body hair and even his groin was bare. It was incredible.
They allowed him to put on his clothes but they kept his wallet and all
of the other contents from his pockets. He was given what he was told
was enough cash to pay a cab fare plus tip the driver to take him to his
next address.
This time he found himself at a small warehouse in an industrial
district. When he approached the door, it opened and he was beckoned
inside. The first thing he saw was a black pedestal on which sat a pair
of shoes that made his heart leap and his cock come to attention in his
pants. They were pink pumps but they were like no shoes he had ever seen
before. Even in his fantasies he had never conceived anything as
exciting as these creations.
Shiny pink patent, they had scalloped edges from the toe box up around
the top of the heel. The toes were extremely pointed, a two inch
platform sat under the sole and a wide pink bow graced the toe. Golden
spike heels gleamed in the spotlight which shone down on them. The heels
had to be at least eight inches high and narrow as a pencil. Halfway up
the heel was another large pink bow.
Sissy shoes indeed. The only things missing were ankle straps and locks
for the buckles. Mistress Anne stood next to them and she seemed to read
his mind. "A real sissy does not need to be locked into his sissy
shoes," she said. "He wears them because he wants to. Because he needs
to. Because he loves to. Because he just has to."
Mistress Anne was a lovely creature indeed. She commanded respect but
she was actually dressed rather demurely. She wore a white blouse, knee
length black skirt, suntan stockings and black pumps with heels about
three inches high. Even so he felt the strength emanating from her and
he wanted to fall to his knees and worship her. He did not only because
he somehow sensed that she did not want that.
"Would you like to wear these shoes?" she asked, somewhat seductively.
When he nodded his head she frowned. He thought for a moment and then
replied, "Yes Mistress. I would give anything to wear those shoes. Any
sissy would just die to wear them."
She just smiled and then said one word. "Naked."
He immediately stripped his clothes off, throwing them into a bin she
pointed to. Slowly she walked around him, examining her prize. Clearly,
she was happy as she said, "I see they did an excellent job at the salon.
I'm sure you'll find it beneficial in the future."
She handed him a bag of ice which he knew he was to hold against his
crotch. He did so until his cock and balls had shrunk down to almost
nothing. Mistress Anne put on a pair of rubber gloves before she took
his testicles into her hands. She squeezed them until his balls had
popped back up into his body cavity. She took hold of his shrunken cock
and stretched it out as far as it would reach, pulled it back between his
legs and wrapped his empty sacs around it. She slapped tape over it all
to hold it in place. With some horror he realized she had used flesh
colored duct tape.
"Yes," she whispered. "Taking that off will be something of a project.
I suspect you will want to avoid it as long as possible." Her laughter
was an evil cackle that told him she was enjoying herself.
What came next would have produced an erection for certain if he was not
so tucked away. Even so he nearly bent over in pain as he reacted to
what he saw. It was a pink satin corset. She quickly wrapped it around
his middle. Although it was shiny satin he realized it was very strong.
Steel clasps in the front, heavy laces in the rear and many strong steel
stays. He soon found out it was a wasp waist design with severely curved
stays. She tightened the laces using a lacing aid. It took a lot of
work and no small amount of breath control on his part to take his waist
in nearly ten inches. His normal thirty inch waist was now down to a
mere twenty. He could barely breathe when she finished.
"I know it is difficult now, but you will eventually adjust to it. Of
course the first few days will be a form of torture but that is the lot
of a sissy."
"Days?", he thought. This must be part of the psychological aspect of
the session. He had only paid for one night and some kind of a promised
party. He thought about clarifying things but was distracted when he
realized she had not tied the laces in a bow. Instead she had tied a
knot and using scissors she had cut off the excess lace.
Now a pair of tight mesh pink fishnet stockings were drawn up his
hairless legs. They were fastened to garters that hung down from the
corset. Four garters on each leg. Over these came a pair of sissy
panties.
The panties were black satin and emphasized the flat crotch in front.
The back was decorated with rows of pink ruffles that stretched across
his ass cheeks. Of some worry was the open crotch but things were moving
too fast now for him to question her about anything. Besides, each step
brought him closer to donning those entrancing sissy shoes.
The pink satin maid's dress was so dreamy. Low cut to show off the
cleavage the corset plus a set of silicone inserts had created, it rose
up over his shoulders. Each sleeve came down halfway to the elbow.
There it gripped his arm tightly creating a puff above the cuff. There
were white lace flourishes everywhere and lots of pink roses too. When
it was zipped up it hugged his now 38-20-32 figure tightly. The skirt
was so short his garters showed no matter how he stood. Black and white
petticoats that were part of the skirt held it so far out that his
panties came into view if he moved in the slightest.
She took him by the hand over to a chair and had him sit. He had to keep
his knees tightly pressed together to maintain any sort of modesty. He
was ordered to stay in place while one of her helpers put full length
acrylic nails on his fingers and painted them hot pink. Another one drew
eyebrows on his face, glued long false lashes into place and swabbed on
dark black mascara. Black, blue and violet eye shadow soon gave him very
dramatic eyes and the brightest red lipstick he had ever seen drew
attention to his lips. A quick poke with a syringe had plumped them up
with collagen before the color was applied.
His recently pierced ears (he had done that at home before he left) were
soon sporting very large gold hoops. They were so large that they
reached all the way to his shoulders. He could feel them every time he
turned his head. In the center of each hoop was the word sissy in gold
embossed with rhinestones. The slightest movement of his head caused
them to sparkle in the light.
Lace gloves that reached only to his wrists allowed his nails to show
through and they ended in flared cuffs that could only be called prissy.
They also hid the first sign of any restraints Mistress Anne had put on
him. Thin white cords circled his wrists and when they were pulled tight
they seemed to lock into place with some kind of a friction catch. A
small ring hung from each cord.
"Those cords are cotton covered steel cables," she explained. "As you
will soon discover they are much stronger than they look. You will not
be able to remove them except by cutting them and then only with strong
bolt cutters."
Around his narrow waist went some kind of a belt. It was pink to match
the dress and it fastened in the back. The buckle tongue stuck straight
out through the hole in the belt and had a hole in the middle. She
placed the one and only lock he would wear through the hole and snapped
it shut. On each side of the belt there was a small white ring, just
like the ones on his wrists. In front there was a large oval plate with
three lines of writing on it. He could see it, but since his cataract
surgery, he could not read what it said without glasses.
Mistress Anne then led him over to the shoes. Gently she put them down
on the floor and taking his arm she helped him slip first one foot and
then other into what could only be called a sissy wet dream of footwear.
He had practiced for weeks at home walking in high heels but the platform
and narrow heel took a while to adjust to. They were essentially six
inches high and put him up on the balls of his feet. The narrow heel tip
made balancing tricky and he knew he would have to pay attention to every
step to avoid falling or twisting his ankle. After a few trips across
the room he realized the only way to keep his balance was to swish and
mince about as he walked.
He was so busy admiring his shoes and learning to walk in them that he
hardly noticed when she took a locking link and fastened each wrist to
the ring on his waist belt. It was only after she was finished that he
realized he was totally helpless. He was restrained although not
obviously bound. He could only swish about in those heels with his hands
fluttering at his waist. The final touch was the rhinestone studded
collar that fastened around his neck. Now he was clearly a sissy.
It was only when Mistress Anne showed him the remote she held that he
found out how much he was now hers. She gently pushed the button and he
received a shock at his neck. "The collar is a training collar," she
explained. The longer I hold the button down the greater the shock and
the greater the pain. If I hold it down for more than ten seconds you
will pass out from the electric shock."
With those words she walked across the room, opened the door and ordered
him outside.
"Outside?" he said. "No, I cannot do that."
"Of course you can," she said. A push of the button on the remote soon
convinced him that he certainly could. "The next to the last step in
your sissyfication is public exposure and humiliation. We are going to
go for a little ride and then you are going to walk around Union Square.
It will be very entertaining for all the tourists to see what a sissy you
are. You will be quite the attraction and I'm sure you'll find yourself
in lots of pictures, many of which will find their way onto the
internet."
He was mortified. In this outfit there was no doubt he was a sissy.
Without even a wig there was no way anyone would fail to see that he was
anything but a man dressed up in sissy fetish wear. He would be swishing
along the sidewalk among the weekend crowds. He would be the center of
attention. What if someone from his hometown happened to see him? Or
what if some tourist's picture wound up on Facebook? What if one of his
friends happened to see it? He would never live it down.
It did not really matter what he thought though. The cords held him
helpless and the collar made him obedient. So it was that he soon found
himself in the heart of the city, tripping along behind Mistress Anne as
she window shopped her way around the square. The stares, the finger
pointing, the laughter, the constant picture taking was almost more than
he could bear.
At one point, a man stopped Mistress Anne. He could only stand and stare
but he could hear their conversation.
"I see you have captured another one," the man said. "Will he be at the
party and auction tonight?"
"Yes," she replied. "I think this one will be a good investment. I'm
sure he will earn a nice bit during the training party. I'll price him
at $20.00 for a blow job, $20.00 to take him up the ass and $30.00 to
spit roast him. He should be able to average at least four or five men
per hour and by two o'clock he should be well trained in his future
duties. I'll bet I can get at least $50,000 for him at the auction."
The man came closer and checked him out all around. "Very clever," he
said. "You can barely tell he is restrained but he is certainly
helpless. That is some sissy dress and the shoes are to just die for.
And that plaque in front is just so perfect. Is that really his name?"
Mistress Anne smiled as she nodded. "Yes, for the rest of his life he
will be known as Sissy Samantha Suckscock."
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