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SISSY SERVING-GIRL SCENE by Throne
My Owner told me to get ready because some of his buddies were coming
over. He said to make sure I dressed sexily, and added that my outfit
should be mortifying as well. I hurried off to my bedroom, which is
really just a converted storage space. There are a bed and a dresser,
along with plenty of newly added closets, so it's rather cramped.
Naturally, everything looks as girly as possible. I took off what I had
been wearing all day, a short quilted robe, chartreuse with white faux-
fur trim at collar, cuffs and hem. Under that I was naked. Sometimes
Owner likes to keep me that way, so that if I reach above my head or
bend over, intimate parts of me are exposed. I sighed as I put the robe
on its padded hanger and returned it neatly to its place. Then I began
to search for an outfit that would fit both his qualifications. The
trick was that, if I made it at all subdued, to preserve even a hint of
pride and modesty, he might get angry and decided I needed punishment.
But if I went in the other direction and made sure it met his
requirements, that would add to my shame and discomfort. So I had to
try to find the balance between those extremes. Except that it was
safer to err on the side of pleasing him. He loves to put me in that
position, where I have to make my own situation worse if I want to be
safe.
So I checked the main closet and several drawers of the dresser until I
found something that I knew would make him happy. Seeing me endure
emotional tribulations is one of his favorite forms of recreation... and
stimulation. As I dressed, I thought about make-up that would go with
the outfit I was donning. Inside I could feel stress building. It
persisted and grew as I finished dressing and began my face, applying a
light foundation over my beardless cheeks, always smooth and hairless
since I'd had laser treatments there and all over my body. When I was
finished I examined myself in the full length mirror. One of Owner's
little jokes is that the mirror isn't in the room, but mounted on the
hallway wall. So I have to stand out there while I examine and primp,
never knowing if he will suddenly appear and see me. The only privacy
I have is in my claustrophobic, pink-nightmare of a bedroom. That's why
Owner is considering taking the door off the hinges.
My reflection told the story of just how far I've been forced into my
feminized role. I had put on a brief top that covered about as much as
a bra, except that it was made for someone flat chested, so it was
perfect for me. It featured white and red checks and had puffy
shoulders. My midriff was bare all the way down to my hips. Not
covering my nether region very well was a pair of pale blue cotton,
micro mini-shorts, briefer than Daisy Dukes. On my legs were pink
stockings of very fine fishnet material. My feet were stuffed into
narrow red shoes with three inch heels. The combined effect was to make
me look like a slutty country gal.
The cosmetics did nothing to minimize that image. Quite the opposite.
I had applied long, upswept artificial lashes, with plenty of liner and
pink eyeshadow. There were wide circles of rouge on my cheeks,
intentionally applied with more spirit than sense. And my mouth was the
most outrageous feature of all. I had outlined it widely and then
colored the entire area in with blazing red lipstick, even carefully
darkening the space under my lower lip to give me a fake pout. I ducked
back into the room and selected some cheap plastic jewelry, including
several rings and bracelets, along with a neck cord from which hung an
oversized pink pacifier.
Owner had made me grow my hair out, so I was able to gather it into two
pony tails, high on either side. It didn't help that I had been given a
cheap dye job to change the color from light brown to washed out blond,
with reddish streaks added later. My total look certainly sent the
wrong message. I was a walking invitation to lewd behavior. Of course,
that was exactly what Owner wanted anyone seeing me to think I desired.
And I knew his guests would appreciate what they were eyeing. It was
only me who wished I could clean off my face, get my hair cut, and
change into some male clothes. That last hope was certainly unrealistic
. I'm too short and slim to fit into Owner's attire. And I hadn't seen
any of my clothes since I had arrived here. It was girly fashions for
me, 24/7. I returned to the mirror for a final check, even striking
some suggestive poses because I needed to be ready to show off for
Owner's visitors. Again, I didn't want to risk earning a punishment.
As I headed downstairs I heard voices. They grew louder as I entered
the stairwell to the basement recreation room. I paused near the
bottom. There was male laughter, deep and raucous. I shifted my feet
nervously, thinking about how, when I walked those heels shaped my legs
and put a wiggle in my hips. My hand went to the center of my narrow
chest and I closed my eyes for a few seconds. It helped, but not much.
With no way to further delay the inevitable, I descended the final steps
and moved into the room. There was a long sofa against one wall and
several well upholstered chairs across from it. I went toward Owner, on
the sofa, making myself give him a simpering smile. He leered back at
me and patted a spot alongside him. I sat delicately and he petted my
bare thigh above the elastic top of one stocking.
"How's my little girly-girl?" he asked as he gave a squeeze.
In the high soft voice that I was required to always use, I told him,
"I'm fine, Owner." I put my hand on top of his. "Especially now that
I'm with you."
The other men all laughed. My eyes darted around. The one sitting on
my other side was Burt, one of Owner's regular pals. Across the room I
recognized Harry, who appeared occasionally but not as often as Burt.
In the remaining easy chair was a stranger, an imposingly large but very
fit Black man with a shaved head. He gave me a penetrating look and I
turned my face away, deeply disturbed by the hunger I had seen in his
dark eyes. I wriggled closer to Owner, as if for protection.
Owner told Burt, "Feel Cookie's leg. You won't believe how smooth it
is."
Another big hand fell onto my other leg, equally high up, and rubbed
lightly. Burt said, "Damn, it's like touching a girl. Or a total
sissy."
Harry laughed. "This is new, man," he said to Owner. "You don't
usually let us paw your private property."
"Well, she's been well behaved all day. I didn't have to spank her
once. Or put her into any bondage clothing. So I thought that she'd
like a treat. You know how pansies like her just love to have men
fondle them."
Taking that as a cue, Burt slid his hand inward, letting the backs of
his fingers brush against my genitals through the thin material of the
shorts. I shuddered and wanted to yell that I'm straight, that all of
this was terribly difficult for me. But Burt took away his hand, not
wanting to overtax his host's hospitality.
Harry said, "I'd like to give her a feel too."
Owner told me, "Go on, Cookie. You heard the man. Go over and let
Harry have some."
I got up. It was like the room was tilting as I crossed over and put
myself in front of Harry. He ogled me, in no hurry to use up his
opportunity when he could prolong the fun he was having from my
submissiveness. I had my feet close together and there wasn't much
space between my legs. So when he got his hand in there, at knee level,
and slowly brought it upward, he brushed both my inner thighs. A shiver
ran through me as his palm cupped my scrotum and his fingertips tickled
me behind the balls, on my sensitive perineum. I bit my lower lip.
Every muscle in my body wanted to rebel, to push him away, so I could
flee. That, however, wasn't an option. I had to stand there while he
extended his arm further so he could bend his wrist and feel the lower
halves of my buttocks where the skimpy shorts failed to cover them. I
wished Owner would tell him to stop. He almost never allowed other men
to caress me. Harry finally withdrew his hand without being asked to.
I sighed in relief but that respite was not to last.
From the other chair, the Black giant said, his voice deep and rumbling,
"Come here, Princess Snowflake. Give Uncle Josh his share."
With my whole body tingling from dread, I moved to the final interested
male and stood there. Feeling Owner's eyes on my back and guessing that
he wanted me to make a big impression on his guests, especially one who
had never seen me before, I put my hands on the sides of my face, pouted
prettily, and gave my hips a slow motion roll. It was a combination I
had practiced in front of the long mirror. Josh grinned up at me and
his hands, looking to me like a pair of bear paws, grabbed my waist,
spun me around effortlessly, and tugged me down onto his lap. I gasped
as he pulled me against his hard chest. One long muscular arm went
around my shoulders and kept me in place. I breathed in his male scent,
lightly fragranced with perspiration, plus some distinctive product that
was spicy rather than sweet.
His free hand came up and boldly slipped under my inadequate top. He
instantly found a nipple and a blunt thumb and forefinger closed on it,
rolling it, causing only slight pain. Along with that negative
sensation there was unwanted pleasure. He was easily arousing me. I
had never responded that way to Owner. Well, not a lot anyway. I mean,
being stimulated by Owner's skilled touches had triggered some
involuntary responses, even made my little penis twitch, much to my
shame. But this was different. Josh switched to the other nipple and I
mewled softly without meaning to. I moved my bottom around on his broad
lap. That was the wrong thing to do. In reaction to that and to
handling me, he began to get hard. I could feel an impressively large
bulge growing.
"You like what you're sitting on, Cookie?" he wanted to know. "You like
what I'm doing to you? How I'm making you feel?"
In spite of my attempts at self control, I whimpered, loudly enough for
everyone to hear. I blinked repeatedly before remembering how that
would make my artificial eyelashes flutter. My lips quivered. I licked
them. Another mistake. And I still hadn't answered his questions.
"I... like... what I feel underneath me, Sir," I lied. "And it feels so
good to be touched like that," I told him, which was less of a lie.
Just to be safe I added, "Thank you, Sir."
He chuckled, stood me on my feet, and swatted me hard on the ass. "I
know that's true." He put the flat of his other hand against my crotch
and I realized I had an erection. "Something down here is telling me
so." He took my wrist and pulled down, forcing me to bend partway so he
could place my hand on the enviable lump between his legs. "Quite a
difference between your little sissy bump and my big old blacksnake.
Ain't there?"
He wasn't letting go of my hand. I turned my head to look to Owner for
help. He scowled at me for daring to question the rights of one of his
friends. I shifted my attention back to Josh and, to redeem myself,
gave his enormous tool a some hand action through his pants. He let me
keep it up for a minute while my face grew warm and I knew a deep blush
was spreading across my cheeks. Not until I was close to some sort of
mini breakdown did he release me. I gave him a little more fingering
before straightening up unhurriedly, trying to look sexy as I did.
I was dreading what might come next but Owner surprised me by simply
ordering, "Cookie, now that you've said hello to everyone, why don't you
scamper upstairs and grab us some beers. You can handle a simple job
like that, can't you?"
Nodding, unable to find my voice, I bent slightly at the knees, the dip
meant to signal my compliance, and started for the steps, aware that my
half-naked, rolling bottom was on display as I moved, an open invitation
to lust. Back on the main level I got four beers and put them on a
tray. They had twist-off caps, so I didn't include an opener. The
experience of being on Josh's lap was still dominating my thoughts. I
did the best I could to stop thinking about it but didn't have much
luck. So, still dwelling on that, I returned to the rec room. The guys
each took a beer from the tray, taking advantage of my nearness to play
some grabby-hand. To my dismay, I reacted to them as I had to the
powerful Black man. Everyone could see my shameful erection.
"Whoa," said Burt. "Is that a ladyfinger in your panties, or are you
just glad to see us?"
Harry laughed and told me, "You're one easy step away from being a real
girl. There are doctors who can fix that with a quick snip."
"Hear that?" Owner contributed. "Maybe I should just go ahead and get
you the change."
Josh gave me a broad smile. "Nah. She's better like this. When a
sissy has still got a tiny pecker to remind them they were born male, it
makes being girly even more of a disgrace for them. Ain't that right,
Cookie?"
The big man could tell that I actually didn't want to be that way. I
stood there with my lips parted, trying to think of an answer that would
minimize my shame, amuse Josh, and convince Owner that I was behaving.
Before I could say anything, Owner just laughed and told me, "Put your
pacifier in your mouth, you silly girl. You're all confused from being
around so much testosterone."
Grateful not to have to answer Josh's question, I did as I was told. As
I gave the binky a few sucks, the guys made crude jokes about it. Then
Owner used the remote to turn on his big screen TV and switch the
channel to some sports program. There were commentators talking about a
big game that had been recently played and another big game that was
coming up. Happily for me, my penis grew flaccid again. During that
show and the similar one that followed I had to scoot off and fetch two
more rounds of beer. The guys got in a few more free feels and fired
off several salvos of lewd comments, but there was nothing else as
upsetting as being on Josh's lap or getting my unwanted hard-on.
At last Owner's guests left. On the way out they each gave me a
squeeze, Burt and Harry's to my slender upper arms and Josh's on my soft
unmanly rump. The Black man said he was glad he got to meet me and was
looking forward to a return visit. After they had gone, Owner gave me
an unreadable look, told me I could remove the pacifier, and said it was
time for bed. I hurried upstairs and waited obediently by his bedroom
door. His room was as masculine as mine was feminine, the furniture of
dark wood with brass fixtures. He brushed past me and got out of his
clothes. Then he told me to slip into my new pajamas. I cringed
inwardly. What he had ordered for me, from a company that specialized
in sexy lingerie for sissies, was harem pajamas, smoky colored and
transparent. I had to change in front of him while he sat on the edge
of the bed, naked, his big feet on the floor. When I was done changing
he made me prance around the room, swaying my hips and holding my arms
up with my wrists limp.
Next I had to return to him and kneel in front of his muscular hairy
legs. His long thick cock was directly in front of me. My palms itched
and I had to swallow excess saliva. I didn't want to have to do
anything sexual with him but, of course, that was expected of me now.
But Owner surprised me. Instead of telling me what sort of service he
desired, he put his hands on his knees, looked down at me, and spoke.
"So," he said thoughtfully. "You got hard for Josh. I've never seen
you get hard for me, Cookie. You always used the excuse that it was
because you're straight. But if you're not gay, why would you get stiff
for him? Now you know I don't want to punish you. Remember that night
you had to spend all scrunched up in that laundry bag, with the
drawstrings pulled tight and tied into a knot under your pretty chin?
Do you recall how unhappy you were because you were barely able to sleep
and the next morning your body ached? Now I don't want to have to do
that to you again. Especially if this time I had to give you a really
hard spanking first. Reach under the bed and see what's there, Cookie."
I did, and found a wooden sorority paddle. As I held it up to him, all
I could say was, "Here you are, Sir."
He took it and tapped it against his open hand. "You know I don't want
to have to use this on you. All I've ever swatted your sweet fanny with
up until now was my hand. But if you're going to get hard for Josh and
not me, well, I don't see how I'd have any choice. So I guess what I'm
saying is that the choice is yours. How about if, right now, you do
nice things for me. You know how I like it, Cookie. And we'll find out
if you get hard. Or not," he added warningly.
As Owner set the paddle beside him, in easy reach, I bent to my task.
Using my hands I quickly had his cock rigid. It was close to eight
inches and thick, with a big knob. I lowered my head and got the end of
his tool into my mouth, giving it a full minute of sucking and swirling,
until I heard his breathing get deeper. That was when I backed off to
use my hands, lovingly stroking his full length with both of them.
After that I dipped down to tenderly lick his balls before kissing my
way up the receptive underside of his shaft, all the way to the top so I
could cap the head again and resume my oral attentions to it. He leaned
back to rest on his elbows. I took him in, deeper and deeper, until his
scrotum, still moist from my tongue, was against my smooth chin. I kept
going like that, alternating techniques, while his need grew more and
more urgent.
But I was also expected to become aroused from what I was doing. With
the threat of a severe paddling hanging over me, I tried to think of how
to accomplish what he wanted. First I toyed with my nipples. Then I
wet my fingers on his slick member and played with my nipples again.
That started to get me in the mood he wanted. My penis became semi-
stiff. When I tried to picture sexy females in my mind I couldn't make
the images stay. And I had a mental picture of Josh naked and well
endowed, which wouldn't depart. I snuck one hand down and lightly
diddled my member, bringing myself to three-quarters of full hardness.
Fondling my balls with one hand and Owner's with the other, I fell into
a curious synchronicity of scrotum stimulating. My dick gradually rose
the rest of the way. Against my will I had gotten myself genuinely
excited. Sadly, my full size was only four slender inches, half of his
size. He had to know what I had achieved, so I stopped sucking for a
moment, gripped his firm calf, and humped his leg like a bitch dog.
He chortled, I guess from the control he had exerted over me, as well as
how extremely mortifying he knew my situation was to me. I gave my hips
a few more jerks before returning to my main job. He exhaled loudly and
told me to keep myself worked up but not to dare to finish. I was glad
that it proved easy to stay engorged, but also worried that I was able
to remain that way while giving him head. That wasn't supposed to
happen. What had changed?
I had used my mouth on him often enough by then to recognize the signs
that he was close to an orgasm. I paced myself to prolong his pleasure
without delaying his finale too long. It was a delicate timing game but
I'd certainly had sufficient practice. My efforts were rewarded, if you
could call it that, when he grunted, moaned, and blasted his thick hot
cum into my accommodating mouth. I gulped it as he ejaculated several
heavy spurts and then slowed to the oozing final output. I sucked it
all down, cleaning him and adding to his satisfaction at the same time.
Knowing he was still sensitized, I got his entire length into my throat
and held it for long seconds, breathing through my nose, before letting
it slip free and sitting back on my haunches.
Owner took a few deep breaths and sat all the way up. He caught me with
my petite hand on my little dick, still maintaining my stiffness. That
made him smile.
"Okay," he told me. "You can stop tugging that tiny thing. Good job,
Cookie. Do you need anything before you go to bed?"
"No, Sir. I don't have to tinkle." He loved to hear me say that. "But
thank you for asking."
"No problem. I think tonight you can stay in my room."
"Thank you, Sir. Shall I be on the doggie bed?"
"Yeah. That way you won't disturb my sleep, but you'll be handy if I
need anything in the middle of the night." He paused and then, as if
suddenly remembering something, went on, "There's a blue tube on the
bathroom sink. Go and get it."
I got up and started for the master bathroom. He called after me not to
rinse my mouth. Owner enjoys making me sleep with his salty taste on my
tongue. I got there and, in the dimness from the nightlight, found what
he wanted. When I got back to him and better illumination, I glanced at
what I was carrying. OMG, it was a big fat tube of lube. Why did he
want that? All he had ever used me for was to give him BJs. I mean, he
sometimes rubbed his cock on my belly, or put it between my thighs, but
he had never taken my backside virginity. I held the tube out to him
and he accepted it, setting it on his nightstand where it was plainly
visible. Then he stretched out and pulled the covers over him. I went
to the corner and curled up on the fuzzy pink oval that was my sleeping
spot.
"Oh," he said sleepily. "I almost forget to tell you. Your wife is
coming by tomorrow to see you."
"Denise is coming here?"
"Yeah. I'm not sure why. I figure you'll find out once she's here."
"But, didn't she give any hint about..."
"Hey," he scolded. "Don't make me use that paddle. Now stick your
pacifier back in your mouth and be quiet."
As I curled up on the pet bed and pulled my pink satin sheet over me, my
mind was racing. Denise would be here. My wife who I hadn't seen
for... how long? Weeks. Months. It had been difficult for me to keep
track of time while Owner was turning me from the man I had been before,
into the pansy I was now. But I was still a man inside. That is, I
still believed I was, though this evening and the way I had responded to
Josh, along with my ability to get hard while sucking his cock, made me
less sure than ever. Still, Denise might be ready to take me back. I
know I had disappointed her with my undersized penis and premature
ejaculations, my lack of manliness and total inability to stand up for
myself. She had started the job of stripping me of my manhood, well
before she brought me here and Owner took it to the next level. Yet, if
she had forgiven me and decided I deserved a second chance, I knew I
could redeem myself in her eyes.
Lying there in the dark, sucking on the pacifier, trembling slightly
from a mix of anxiety and hope, I was left alone with my thoughts. If
she took me back I could restart my old life. But if she didn't, if she
left me here and I remained the property of Owner, if my wife had found
a real man, it would be the end of my prospects for salvation. I would
be Cookie from then on, spiraling down deeper and deeper into this sissy
nightmare. And that might push me the rest of the way, so that my body
would react as it had earlier, my needs would shift until I craved
males, wanted to satisfy them, even if it was still repugnant to the
real me deep inside. I would be addicted to the behavior and acts I
abhorred. And what about that lubricant Owner now had so close to his
bed? Did he intend to use it soon? Would I be rescued? Or left there
to be dragged down the rest of the way into a total sissy makeover of my
desires?
What was going to happen to me?
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