She Found a Sissy
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TRAPPED SISSY 1 by Throne
There was a knock at my apartment door. I hoped it was Shawna. I hadn't
seen her for a few days and I was really eager for sex. It was all I
could think about. Well, that and my little secret. But she didn't know
anything about my private collection of panties, stockings, and other
dress-up attire. I figured it didn't hurt that I continued with my
occasional hobby, even though she and I were now engaged. And later on I
could figure out some way to deal with it. Of course, I would have to be
careful. The one thing Shawna would never tolerate was dishonesty. If
she found out I hadn't shared my predilection with her, that she was
marrying a closet sissy, that would be the end of our relationship.
I tugged down my sweater vest and straightened the collars on my designer
shirt. As I went by the wall mirror I checked my hair, which fell over
the tops of my ears. Yes, I was looking flawless and ready for love. It
would be a relief to get rid of the pressure in my balls. But as I swung
open the door, a broad smile on my face, I got an unwelcome surprise. I
had to turn my eyes up to look directly at Leon, the tall muscular Black
man who did maintenance for the three buildings in the complex where I
lived.
He gave me a toothy grin and said, "Hey, Danny, how's it hanging? Mind if
I step inside?"
Before I could respond he had eased past me and was in my apartment. In a
no-nonsense tone he told me to shut the door. Numb with surprise, I did
as he ordered. By then he was striding across the room and plopping down
on the couch.
"Come here," he told me, patting a spot alongside him. "Don't be afraid.
Do you think the big Black man is going to hurt you?"
"What? No. It's just..." I shook my head, finally recovering. "Is
there something you need to talk to me about, Leon?"
"Yeah, there kind of is. I've been having this problem with my phone."
He took a smartphone from the copious pocket of his denim overalls and
held it up, the screen facing toward me. "I keep getting these real
strange pictures showing up. And I know you got that good paying job
doing all kinds of tech shit. So I figured, hey, my buddy Danny can put
this right for me, just like 'snap'. Am I right?"
"Well..." I wasn't happy but it didn't sound like a big deal. I'd
probably just be sending him back to his provider. "Sure."
I went over and sat next to him, feeling dwarfed by the sheer bulk of that
wide-shouldered, barrel-chested, thick-bicepped figure. I could even
smell a musky sweaty scent he exuded. When I put out my hand for the
phone he held up a staying finger.
"Just let me show you one of those pictures I was saying about."
He hit a button and my heart stopped. It was a picture of me, in panties,
garter belt and stockings, posing in front of the full length mirror in my
bedroom. I had on plenty of eye make-up, blush, and lipstick. But I was
still recognizable, even with my hair brushed into fullness and sprayed to
keep it that way. I recognized the look I'd given myself the previous
weekend, when Shawna was away at her Mom's for a few days. It had been so
luxurious to be able to fully inhabit my Danette persona, to be girly and
flounce around, and to relish some of my favorite writers at the on-line
site, Fiction Maniacs.
"But... but..." My mouth was moving and yet I couldn't get past one word.
Finally I was able to ask, "How did you get that picture?"
"Same way I got about three dozen more over the last couple weeks. The
details ain't important, Danny boy. Or should I call you what I heard you
calling yourself when you was dressed like a convict's dream punk? Yeah,
how about I just call you Danette." He put his big hand on my soft thigh
and squeezed it through my slacks.
"Look, I don't know what you think you're doing..."
That was as far as I got before he moved to the next shot. It was me
again, in the same outfit, toying with my nipples. There was a bump in
the front of my panties. And even a small wet spot.
"Damn," he marveled. "Ain't hardly nothing in them pretty pink undies,
now is there? You really that small down there, Danette? Maybe we should
take a look."
"You can't say that. This is my apartment and I..."
He moved to the next picture. It was me once more, now sitting in front
of my computer, with my hard dick in my hand, obviously masturbating. I
recalled that I had been reading a story titled CAPTIVE OF THE LESBIAN
AMAZONS, by that erratic but sometimes interesting author, Thorn. Or
Throat. Some semi-clever pen name like that.
"Whoa," Leon said, pulling back his head as if in surprise. "That really
is a tiny one between them smooth white thighs. And it looks like you
shave off what little bit a hair you got on your body."
"That's... I started doing that when I was thinking of trying out for the
school swim team. It felt good so I kept doing it. That's all. You can
even ask my girlfriend Sh... Shhhh."
Oh crap. I had gotten upset and almost let slip her name. His hand moved
higher on my thigh.
He wanted to know, "Her name's Shawna, ain't it? I heard you talking to
her a couple times. Good looking girl. That long blond hair and pale
skin. Kind of slim but with a good big set of jugs. Heh. Are they all
natural?"
"Of course they are," I blurted out. Then, catching myself, I told him,
"Listen, if you're trying blackmail, it could be a bigger risk for you
than for me."
With his hand still on my leg, he widened his eyes and said, "I am so
scared. What do you think could happen to me, Dan-ette? Like maybe
Shawna would beat me up after I show them to her?"
"What? You can't... You wouldn't..."
"I can and I would, sissy. How do you think she'd act when that
happened?"
"Shawna would dump me in a second. She wouldn't understand about me
liking to... you know... dress up. And she might be even more angry that
I was hiding it from her."
"Girl don't like being lied to?"
My narrow shoulders slumped. "No. If I lost her it would be like losing
everything."
"Well, you better not tell me that, loser. Else I could use it against
you."
"I..." In my confused distress I had said way too much. I sat there
shaking my head, desperately searching for a way out.
"But I think I got a solution," Leon offered cheerily, as if we were
discussing something mundane, rather than my future happiness. "Cause I
seen some of the other good stuff you like to drool over on your computer
and on that tablet of yours."
He flicked to the next image on his phone. I was in bed, on top of the
sheets, looking at my tablet. The shot had been taken over my shoulder,
through the window, and clearly showed the action on the screen. It was
from one of the interracial sissy sites I had joined, with art by a
talented guy called Levin Licky. What I had been looking at was a drawing
of a tall, well developed Black man standing in front of a kneeling sissy.
The man had a whopping huge erection which the sissy was holding with both
his small hands, while the bulbous head was aimed at his open mouth.
"Just look at that," Leon said slowly, as if pointing out the obvious to
someone who was slow to understand. "Get it? That could be me and you.
We could hook up just one time and then I would owe you, so I wouldn't
have to show all them pictures to that hot piece of ass you're dating.
How about that?"
"But... I'm not gay."
"You know, Danette, those are just words. Gay, sissy, cocksucker. See
what I mean? Now we both know you like to dress up like a pansy. And
that you tug your baby dick while getting all bug-eyed looking at them
cartoon pictures. Plus, that you really don't want your girlfriend to see
what I got on my phone. If we don't come to some solution, faggot, you
ain't never going to get your hands on them big round titties again.
Ain't never going to stick your miniature dick in her sweet pussy no
more. And I'm just saying, with how small your pecker is, I don't see you
having much chance to lead another girl that dee-sire-able into your
bedroom. You might get some fatties and uglies, and probably end up
married to one of them. So there's your choice. Get busy with my meat,
or end up lonely and then later on hitched to some cow. And whoever you
get, she probably smell bad."
"I... maybe we could..."
His wide hand enclosed my genitals. "Maybe you could get into your pretty
Danette outfit, put on some make-up, and we could work out the details
after that. Hell, you could even put some IR porn on your computer to
help you get into the mood."
In a daze, I mumbled my agreement. What else could I do? I told myself
that an hour from then it would all be over, no one would have to know,
and I would be free to see Shawna, just like always. He moved his hand
away and I got up. Leon stood too. He was so much taller than me. I
felt like... well... like a helpless girl. As I moved toward the bedroom
he followed me.
"I'll just stick with you. See how you turn yourself from a wimpy guy
into a sexy sissy." He chuckled. "And use plenty of lipstick. Like draw
around your mouth with... what do you pansies call it...?"
"Lip liner?"
"Yeah. That. Make your kisser look real big. Then color it in with your
favorite red or pink or whatever. And cover that up with some of that
shiny crap. You got that in your stash?"
"In my...?"
"In them cosmetics you hide away somewhere so Shawna don't see them."
"Shiny? You mean gloss. Yes, I have that."
"Well then, get to getting." He laughed and smacked me on the bottom.
"Too slow and I might have to put you over my knee for a good hard
spanking."
I hurried to the closet, moved aside my hanging shirts and pulled out a
flat rectangular box that I had marked TERM PAPERS. When I set it on the
bed and removed the lid, however, it was full of feminine lingerie and
related items. I started to undress and then halted, to give Leon a
questioning look.
He told me, "That's right, Danette. I'm going to stay right here and
watch the show. I'll sit on the side of bed so you can put your whole
mind on doing what you do. Come on, girl. Showtime."
Surrendering to the circumstances, I pulled my sweater off over my head,
unbuttoned and removed my shirt, stepped out of my slip-on shoes, and
removed my pants. As I stood there in just my jockey shorts, Leon smirked
at my appearance.
He swore softly. "Even when you a boy you part-girl. Look at you all
over, with no hair nowhere. And them shorts, what color is that?"
"It's... powder blue."
"More like queer-ass blue." He guffawed. "Peel them down. Let's see
the goods."
I felt my face grow warm and knew I was blushing. As I wriggled the snug
shorts down my hairless legs I could sense Leon's eyes all over me.
Because I had foolishly stood too close to him, he was able to reach out
and pat my bottom. His hand strayed down the back of my thigh. Then his
other hand went to my crotch so he could fondle my penis and scrotum. I
gasped and then moaned. In spite of myself I began to get hard. He
chuckled and rubbed my small dick a few times, bringing it up to its
greatest length, which was around four inches.
He said, "Don't tell me you ain't liking this. Look at that itty bitty
thing standing up. You're getting me turned on." He pinched my bottom,
making me yelp. "I love how you feel like a girl everywhere I touch.
Step lively, bite-size. I want to see you all dolled up."
From long practice I was able to quickly dress myself. He told me to skip
the panties, so all I put on was a garter belt and stockings. Then,
either to keep him happy or else out of habit, I took an elastic choker
and put it around my neck. Everything I had on was pink. Without further
command, I went to my dresser, opened the bottom drawer, and retrieved my
hidden make-up kit. Soon I had on blue eyeshadow, liner, and false
lashes. Some rouge brightened up my cheeks. Remembering his demands, I
drew a full outline around my mouth, filled it in with red nearest the
outside and pink toward the inside. Finally I covered everything with
glistening gloss.
He gave me a raised thumb to signify approval and added, "Nice job,
Danette. Now your mouth look like a wet pussy."
I cringed a bit inwardly but not as much as I would have expected. At
least, while I was dressing and making-up, I had some control over the
situation. Then I got busy with my hair, teasing it and using some
product to hold it up in the front and back on the sides.
"That's what I'm talking about," he said, giving me a salacious look.
Unexpectedly, he asked, "Is that your phone I hear?"
When I glanced toward my dresser his eyes followed mine and we both saw
the phone just sitting there. Rushing me along, he said he must have been
mistaken and then caught my wrist in an unbreakable grip. Again I had a
feeling of deep vulnerability.
"Now sit next to me, like we did in the other room."
As I dropped down he snuck his hand under me, so that I sat directly on
it. He laughed and pawed my ass. I took a deep breath but then he got
his other hand on my bare thigh and held it there while I calmed down
somewhat. Leon resumed handling my bare rump, commenting on how soft and
smooth it was. Without meaning to, I wriggled atop his hand. The other
one moved up and toyed with one of my nipples. I sighed and let my head
fall back. He was controlling me with expert moves. Suddenly he was
nuzzling my neck and nibbling it. I groaned from unwanted stimulation and
melted under his efforts. Using the hand on my bottom and switching the
other to my slim upper arm, he brought me around and down, so that I found
myself kneeling between his parted knees.
"Guess we won't need to watch no porn after all," he mused. "Gone to make
our own."
Leon slid off the shoulder straps of his overalls and stood briefly, so
that the two of us could get them all the way down. I got him out of his
heavy work shoes so I could also pull his pantlegs over his large feet.
He removed his T-shirt and all that was left was his boxer shorts, which
were long and baggy enough to give no clue as to the size of what they
hid. I worked them down in the back, unable to keep from feeling his
sleek dark skin and the muscles shifting under it. Then I manipulated the
underwear over his hips and past his knees. I was gaping at the biggest
cock I had ever seen. My mouth hung open. When I realized what that
reaction might look like, I snapped my jaws shut. But I was still being
confronted by an organ that was around ten inches long, very thick, even
though not hard.
He told me, "Hell of a lot bigger than that joke you got between your
legs. Ain't that right, Danette?"
In a strained whisper I said, "Yes it is." Mimicking the sissies in those
videos I sometimes watched -- honestly not that often, I tried to tell
myself -- I expanded my answer to, "Yes it is, Sir." My voice grew more
girlish, like when I was in full Danette mode. "It's huge, Sir." There
was even a hint of flirtatiousness as I concluded, "It's gorgeous. So
handsome."
"That's what I want to hear, baby girl. Now get it stiff for your Daddy."
Like the sissy in that drawing by Levin Licky, I wrapped the fingers of
both hands around the fat root of his tool, so close to his body that I
felt the tight black hair growing around it. I couldn't help inhaling his
masculine musk, which had a heady effect on me. My fingers appeared so
small on that impressive length of man-meat as I slowly stroked it.
Before my eyes it expanded, more and more, until it was over a foot long.
I licked my lips, attributing the action to nervousness.
"Well," Leon said with a note of impatience. "That big Black cock ain't
going to suck itself. Show me what that sissy mouth can do, Danette.
Show me what you've been wanting to do for a long time, girl. Let's go,
Danette white girl."
As if in a trance I parted my lips wide and brought my face closer to his
rampant shaft. I got the knob into my mouth and couldn't believe how much
it filled me. My tongue came to life without conscious thought and began
to run up and down the underside of the helmet. Leon growled and put his
hands lightly on the sides of my head. If there had been any chance of
backing out before, it was now gone. What was I doing? Was I making a
sacrifice to save my relationship with Shawna? Or fulfilling a secret
dream I had thought about often but never expected to realize? Sucking
hard on the fat cock-end, I ran my hands lovingly up and down the enviable
12 inches, slowly, not wanting the scene to be over too soon. What was
happening to me? My fingers found his balls and massaged them tenderly as
my mouth took in several more inches, until he was about to enter my
throat. In the past I had sometimes had a few drinks and then played with
an oversized Black dildo, training myself to get past the gag reflex.
That practice served me well as I took in more and more of Leon's king-
size weapon, until his warm sac was resting against my smooth chin.
"That's right, girl," he encouraged. "Take the whole blacksnake. Damn.
I've had skanks who couldn't swallow all that. You are a real hoe,
Danette."
I drew back my head, letting his slick stick slip almost free before I
caught the dark plum between my colorful lips and sucked powerfully, at
the same time swirling my tongue around the wide corona. I gave him
plenty of deep-throating but never enough to make him spurt. Why wasn't I
getting this over with? Was it just to make sure he was satisfied? Or
for some other, less easy to admit reason?
Leon spat out a few choice obscenities. He told me, "I am going to bust
my nut, girl. I am going to empty my balls. Get it so just the head is
in your mouth. I know you want to taste every drop. Make me shoot my
cream, bitch."
He gripped my ears and began to pump my head up and down on his cock, then
stopped with just the business end inside me. I sucked hard and used my
two-handed stroking with vigor. Leon grunted, his muscles tensed, and all
at once he was unloading all over the roof of my well-used mouth, coating
my tongue with his salty spunk, and blasting out so much that it pooled in
the bottom of my mouth and then overflowed down my throat. Some even
leaked out of the corners of my still busy mouth. I didn't stop until I
sensed him being well past his peak, his immense cock at last softening
somewhat. I refused to free it until I was certain it had been thoroughly
milked dry. Only to assure his approval. Not because I wanted to.
The powerful Black man let himself fall back onto the sheets, his legs
still over the side of my bed, his feet on the floor. I snuggled my cheek
against his flaccid but still enviable cock. My lips pressed all along
it. Why was I kissing Leon's cock? At last my male side asserted itself.
I inched backward on my knees and slowly got to my feet, all of a sudden
thinking about rinsing my mouth, brushing my teeth, using mouthwash. Leon
glanced up sleepily and must have read my expression.
"What's up, cocksucker? You're supposed to be thanking me. I made your
dream come true. Now you're a for-real sissy. And that's something ain't
never going to change."
"Look," I said weakly. "I have a girlfriend. I just need this to be over
with. I don't know what just happened. Please. You got what you
wanted." I sniffled. "Just leave."
He abruptly sat up, reached out with one long arm, and seized my immature
genitals. I was still hard though I didn't want to be. He pulled me
nearer. With a few quick moves he had me over his lap, bottom uppermost.
I made a token effort to escape but it was useless. He got one hand on
the small of my back and held me there easily. His other arm came up and
I knew all at once that he was going to spank me.
"You being naughty, girl. I done you a big favor and now you want to kick
me out? I don't think so."
He swatted my rear end so hard that I cried out. In rapid succession Leon
delivered another half dozen blows, by the end of which I was sobbing.
Please, no more. Stop. I'm sorry. I'll be good, Sir." I was
blubbering. "I'll do whatever you say."
He landed an additional half dozen before assuring me, "You definitely
will do whatever I tell you. Now this was just going to be a one-time
thing. But you gave me attitude and I don't like that. And until I say
different, you are my white sissy bitch."
"Noooo. You can't. I have a girlfriend."
"Yeah. That big-tits Shawna." He blasted my sore posterior with a dozen
even harder smacks. "And I know you got to have her on your phone. So
get off my lap." He rolled me over and I fell hard on the carpet. "Stop
them sissy tears." He jabbed me hard in the ribs with his toes. "And go
get that damn phone." Leon grabbed my hair and yanked hard.
I struggled to my knees, tears streaming down my face, and got shakily to
my feet. As I staggered across the room, aware that I was showing him my
bare backside, I tried to figure some way out of this predicament. I saw
the phone blurrily through my weeping. As I took it back I blinked and
got a good look at Leon's scowling unforgiving face. He told me to call
Shawna and invite her over. In a panic, I opened the phone, found the
number, and hit it. I was even able to steady myself. Taking two deep
breaths, I waited for her to answer.
"Shawna?" I said. "It's Dan..." I had almost used my girly name. "It's
Danny. Could you come over to my place? RIght now?"
"Are you all right?" she wanted to know. "You sound upset."
"It's nothing. I'm just... if you could... I really need to see you."
"Okay. I'll be over there soon. Whatever it is, we can work it out."
Then, as if to reassure me, she added, "I'm your fianc? now, after all."
"Yes. Uh, yes, dear. Just please come over." I glanced at Leon, who was
still displaying that hard face. "Right now."
"I'm on my way."
END OF PART ONE.
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