The Craigslist Killer
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The Death Of Craigslist-Day 1 free porn video
Author's note: Back with another kinky little sissy tale. Like most of
my stories, this one starts off well and quickly devolves into kinky
situations that may not be all that believable. I hope that you will
suspend disbelief and enjoy the journey. And if you have any suggestions
about what should happen on day two, feel free to email me at
[email protected].
Enjoy!
xoxoxo
Sissy Michelle, aka Emshon or Emshoninque.
The Death of Craigslist
I was shocked when the Craigslist personals section suddenly
disappeared. I hadn't been paying much attention to national politics,
and the loss of Craigslist put a definite kink in my weekend plans.
Please allow me to explain. I am a submissive sissy, so I would
regularly come home on a Friday night, pour myself a glass of wine while
I took a hot bubble bath and shaved my body from the neck down.
I would paint my nails, kit myself out with a full sissy outfit and
begin thinking about my next personal ad. I would try to make it as
kinky as possible, but that usually got the ad flagged for removal.
Still, I would generally get a few replies before the admin pulled it
down.
How kinky were the ads? Well, here are a few examples:
"Submissive sissy NEEDS a group of men to turn her into the biggest
bondage slut in town."
"I'm looking for a small group of men who want to stop by my house
anytime during the day or night and find this submissive sissy tied up
and willing to obey your every command."
"I'll leave my back door unlocked. You just walk in, untie me, use me
for your pleasure and then tie me back up and leave. All I ask is that
you take lots of pictures of me serving you so that I have proof that
I'm being a good sissy slut."
Or this one:
"Blackmail me into being your personal sissy slut."
"I am a sissy who would looooove to meet a Master who gets off on
giving me increasingly difficult sissy assignments. He would document
everything with lots of pictures of me in full sissy mode, tied up and
impaled or choking on his cock."
"He'd give me a series of sissy assignments, and if I ever failed to
complete them, those pictures would be sent to my family and friends.
You should absolutely plan on forcing me to go beyond my limitations,
which would out me as the sissy slut I so long to become."
This one got a lot of replies:
"Sissy in a box."
I am a sissy who needs help perfecting her cocksucking skills. I will be
tied up and locked in a box, which will be sitting in my backyard all
weekend. You just need to stop by, walk over, stick your cock in the
hole and feed me your sweet cum."
"Extra credit goes to the men who want to help train me to be a piss
drinker as well."
You get the idea. I would get very horny as I wrote up these ads--so much
so that I would occasionally cum before I even posted the ad. I would
then loose my nerve, so I decided to force myself into longer chastity
sessions. I bought a metal device and started locking it on. The key
would be left at my work all weekend, which would leave me frustrated
and forced to live out my sissy fantasies all weekend long.
I say "fantasies" because I had a difficult time finding actual men to
use me as a sissy slut. I live in a small, very conservative town in
Texas. Most of the men who responded to my ad were only looking for
online play. That's all well and good, but as a horny little sissy, I
was looking for actual cock to serve, not just an online fantasy.
And then Craigslist's personal section suddenly went away, and I found
myself alone at home, horny, locked up tight and looking for some men to
come over and scratch my sissy itch.
My search for an alternative to Craigslist led me to Doublelist, but as
I live in a small town, that site didn't really help me out. I decided
to check out some pay sites, but didn't find what I was looking for.
I found myself getting hornier as the weeks passed by with no hard cocks
stopping by to relieve my tension. The truth was that I actually enjoyed
the frustration, and how it left me in a perpetually horny state. I
doubled down on the chastity and started spending longer amounts of time
in my cage.
Instead of leaving my key at work, I would throw it in a self-addressed
envelope and chuck it in the mail on Friday night. It wouldn't come back
to me until the next Monday or Tuesday.
Then I'd put a wrong zip code on the envelope, and fret as it took a
full week or so for the key to come back to me. I loved it, which is
probably why I didn't completely freak out when I got my envelope back
one day with a message from the Post Office saying that my letter had
been damaged in transit. The sorting machines had ripped the key out of
the envelope, leaving me locked up tight with no way out.
Okay, that's not really true. I knew that a hacksaw would make short
work of the padlock that kept me inside my Mature Metal Jailbird. For
some reason I didn't cut myself free, deciding to stay locked up for the
entire month instead.
That's where things stood when I received a message out of the blue one
afternoon by a Master who had seen one of my posts on Fetlife where I
explained how I had accidentally locked myself inside my chastity device
and how I was loving being frustrated and horny 24/7.
"Hello sissy," the PM began, "I enjoyed your post, but thought you might
prefer to serve a real Master instead of being an accidental chastity
slut. If so, send me a message and we'll begin."
His timing was perfect. I was exactly one month into my accidental
caging and had planned to grab my hacksaw that evening, but I was so
horny that I sent him a message instead.
"Hello, Sir," I wrote, "thank you for your kind offer. I have enjoyed
being locked up this past month, but would very much prefer having
somebody who would not only hold my key, but who would also supervise my
sissy training."
The frustration and pent up horniness kicked in (along with a few
glasses of wine) and I confessed many of my deepest desires. "Not to be
presumptuous," I wrote, "but I would love to serve a really kinky and
determined Master who would force me to live out all of His most
perverted sissy fantasies."
"I am interested in everything from long-term chastity to tight,
inescapable bondage, glory hole training, posing for erotic photographs,
being kidnapped and forced into prostitution, even serving as a sissy
slut for long-haul truckers who get off on keeping me tied up the whole
trip, except when I'm serving their friends and pets. And then they
abandon me in some far-away city with nothing but my sluttiest clothes
as a means to hitch a ride back to my hometown."
"I am interested in being trained as a piss whore, an electro-sex slut
and even submitting to hypnosis training so that I become a mindless
sissy bimbo who can only think about pleasing men and their big, hard
cocks."
Did I mention that I had a few glasses of wine before I wrote this?
Master responded within a few minutes. "I have a great deal of
experience with sissy hypnosis. If you are serious, slut," he wrote, "I
can make all of your kinky fantasies come true. But you will have to
prove that you are serious."
I practically begged him to let me prove my devotion. And so it began.
Master began with having me inventory all of my sissy clothes and toys.
I thought I had a good collection. I was wrong. Master asked if I was
financially secure enough to upgrade my wardrobe. I told him that I
wasn't rich by any means, but that I could handle some purchases if it
would please him.
"Okay," he replied, "we are going to have some fun."
He had me get a tape measure to make sure that he had my "proper sissy
size." I relayed my sizes to him. He even took down the details of my
jailbird chastity for good measure.
He then told me to get dressed in my sluttiest outfit and meet him in an
online chatroom in ten minutes. He gave me a link to an obscure sissy
site that I'd never heard of before. He asked me about my bondage gear,
and had me return with my ropes, handcuffs and straps.
I did as I was instructed. My French maid outfit was the one that always
turned me on the most, so I was quickly dressed in fishnet stockings,
strappy black heels, a matching black lingerie set that held my breast
forms and the sissy maid dress with a long blonde wig. For added value,
I painted my lips with an all day lip paint, did my eyes and put my
biggest butplug in place. I then logged on and turned on my webcam.
Master's webcam came immediately, showing me nothing but a close up of
his impressive cock.
"Yum," I thought.
"Hello sissy," he said through my computer speakers. "I'm sure that you
are overwhelmed by the sight of my cock. Don't worry, you'll get to
serve it soon enough. But in the meantime, I want you to click on this
link and stare intently at my cock while you listen to the audio file."
Leave your webcam on," he warned, so that I know you are being a good
sissy and paying attention to the hypnosis file. Remember, you begged
for this."
"Also, you need to tie yourself up to the chair so that you're not
tempted to run away," he continued. "Make sure that you can reach your
keyboard, but make sure that your tied tightly enough that you can't
easily get free. When you're ready, click on the link and we'll begin.
And don't forget that I'll be watching everything."
In something of a lust-haze, I blindly did as I was instructed. I
strapped my legs to the chair legs. I ran a rope around my sissy balls
and tied them tightly to the underside of the chair. It hurt when I
leaned back, but it was a good hurt, so I continued.
A belt kept me locked securely to the base of the chair and another one
kept my back solidly up against the back of the chair. A thick posture
collar kept my head up and finally, a small rope ran from the balls up
to my computer desk. It was knotted tightly around my handcuff chain.
Once I clicked them shut, I knew that I'd be locked like this for a
while until I could unpick the knot.
On a whim, I took a lighter that was nearby and ran the flame over all
of the knots, melting them shut. I took a deep breath and clicked the
handcuffs closed. I had just enough slack to throw the key over my
shoulder and practically came in my panties when I heard it clank on
metal and fall into the hot air vent on the other side of the room.
Oh, well. "In for a penny," I thought.
I clicked on the link and got a dialogue box that took me to the "Sissy
Trainer Hypnosis Series 1A." I clicked "Yes" and was immediately
rewarded by a hypno file that filled my screen with pictures of sexy
sissies on their knees serving a non-stop parade of hard cocks.
My cock throbbed in its cage, and I found myself inadvertently bouncing
up and down on my seat, hoping to drive the butt plug deeper into my
sissy pussy. I quickly found myself on the edge and desperate to do
anything to stay there.
Another dialogue box popped up and I mindlessly clicked "Yes" so I could
continue my sissy training. If I hadn't been in such a sexually-charged
state, I might have realized that I was making a big mistake.
The hypno file continued to play, but I also realized that my computer
cursor was moving around my screen without my help. I snapped out of my
cock-trance. I reached up to try and stop whatever was happening on my
computer when Master's voice boomed out of my speakers with a
commanding, "Don't you dare move, Sissy, or I will absolutely destroy
you."
I froze. Master chuckled ominously when he saw the fear on my face.
"So, I obviously took control of your computer, you dumb slut," he
mentioned casually. "Don't worry you little sissy head, I won't do
anything too bad, unless you disobey me. You wouldn't ever disobey me,
would you, Sean" he asked?
A screen popped up that showed my full name, cell phone, home address,
work details, all three of my email addresses, Facebook profile info and
Fetline log in credentials.
"You wouldn't dare disobey me, would you," he asked once again. I
swallowed hard and said, "No, Master."
"Good slut," he said, and then invited me to watch as he explained what
he was doing.
He logged on to Amazon.com, where he logged on to my profile and
proceeded to fill my shopping cart with a pervert's wish list of sex
toys, makeup, slutty outfits and high heels. My cart total was $1600,
and since he had control of my computer and my credit card credentials
were stored online, I knew that he could just order them without my
input.
He paused, though, and directed me to click on the "Buy" button of my
own free will.
I paid for overnight shipping.
We followed the same formula where he filled up a shopping cart but made
me by hormones at inHousePharmacy, Wigs at BeautyBoutique and slutty
costumes at Yandi. "Wow, $3000 shopping spree, sissy" he chuckled. "You
better be a good slut or I'll send an email to your boss, and then how
would you pay for this?"
"Yes, Sir," was my only reply.
"Maybe I'll turn you into a street whore to make the money." More
laughter oozed through my computer speakers.
I then watched in horror as Master signed me up for an account on
Alt.com, AdultFriendFinder and a few other sites that I wasn't familiar
with. He filled out the profile with the same ad.
"New Sissy Slut in training, looking for horny men to help turn me into
the biggest sissy cum dump in town, "it read. "I need at least ten men
who want to stop by my home in Beaumont, Texas and use me as their sissy
slut on a daily basis. My Master will require you to take pictures of me
stuffed full of your cock or splattered with your cum every time you use
me. If you would like to help train me, please let my Master know and we
can begin asap."
I watched as Master accessed my online photo albums and selected
pictures of me in full sissy mode. They all showed my face clearly.
This paled in comparison to what came next. A script popped up on my
computer screen and Master instructed me to read it while looking
directly into my computer camera.
"Hello, all you horny cocks and the men attached to them," I read. "My
name is sissy Michelle, and I need your help to turn me into Sissy SLUT
and CUM DUMP Michelle over the next few weeks."
I took a deep breath and continued. I am a sissy cum dump at heart, so I
need your help. I am looking for horny men who will stop by my house
early in the morning, during my lunch break, after work or even in the
middle of the night. I am a dumb bimbo slut, so I forget to lock my
garage door at times. That means you can just walk in and find me tied
up, listening to a sissy hypnosis file, always horny, and dreaming about
slurping down on your yummy cocks."
I gulped. That was true. The side door to my garage was closed, but not
locked. How did Master know?
"Just stop by and use me as your whore, take lots and lots of pictures
and feel free to tell my Master of any fantasies that you mighwant to
act out with me. I'm sure that we can make all of your kinkiest and most
perverted desires come true. Don't believe me? Too good to be true? Well
how about this as proof? Here are all my real-life details."
Master then had me read out my full legal name, my home address, my cell
phone number and email address as well as my kik, Tumblr and Fetlife
profile names.
I didn't know that I was on kik or Tumblr before that moment.
I watched as he loaded this video to all of my profiles.
"Now we wait," he said and I was too scared to do anything other than
say "Yes, Sir."
"You have been a good sissy so far," he laughed when he saw the look of
fear on my face. "Don't worry your pretty little head, I will take care
of you and make sure that you get to live out all of your sissy dreams.
But you better know that if you ever disobey me, I will absolutely
destroy you. I'll send this video to your boss, your friends, even your
mamma. Make sure that you never get me mad."
I was breathing hard with the adrenaline pumping though my system. "No,
Sir," I squeaked. "I will be a good sissy." Master's tone changed at my
response and he told me to watch a series of sissy hypnosis files over
the next few hours. All I could do was nod my head and comply.
Video files began to automatically play on my screen. Impossibly hot
women with huge, cum-filled dicks filled my vision as they got down to
service a never-ending parade of cock. A seductive female voice narrated
everything, explaining that I was now a sissy cum dump who lived to
serve horny men and swallow their "yummy cummy."
Half way through the video, the voice instructed me to repeat the sissy
mantra that scrolled across my screen.
"I am a sissy slut," I read. "I am nothing but a cum dump for my Master
and his friends. I will get down on my knees and service any man, in any
way that he demands. That is my purpose in life. I am just a sissy slut.
I will obey any command, from any man, no matter how perverted, because
I am a dumb bimbo whore who is too stupid to think for herself. Sissy
sluts don't think. Sissy sluts only suck cock and swallow cum for their
Master."
"I will devote myself to becoming sexier every single day. I will diet
and take hormones and wear my corset everyday until I achieve my sissy
body goals. I must make myself sexy so that every man will want to bend
me over and use me as his personal slut. I will grow my hair out,
perfect my makeup and do everything I can to be a better sissy. I won't
stop until I am the sexiest slut in town and porn producers beg me to
star in their naughty movies"
"I know that Master will take care of me if I devote myself to being his
perfect sissy whore. I will always obey Master, no matter what. I won't
ask any questions. I won't think, I will just suck and be fucked,
because I am a sissy slut..."
The mantra repeated from there. I lost track of how many times I read it
out loud while I sat, tied in my chair and watched one sissy fuck video
after another. I realized that it was dark outside, which meant that it
had been several hours since we began this, but it was too hard to
figure out just how long I'd been watching the sissy hypno files.
All I knew that I had memorized the mantra and would never be able to
keep it from running non-stop through my head. "I am a sissy slut," I
thought and couldn't think of anything else but that.
I did hear the sound of something like my garage door opening, but I
didn't pay it any attention. I was too busy watching all those sexy
sissies on my computer. Plus, who cares if somebody was opening my
garage door? I'm a sissy, so I would just beg any robber to let me suck
their cock and then everything would be fine.
All I had to do was keep repeating my sissy mantra.
"I am a sissy slut," I murmured on autopilot.
I felt hands suddenly groping my glue on titties. I wanted nothing more
at that moment to have real titties of my own. "Overnight Shipping" I
though and laughed at the thought. After all, "I will devote myself to
becoming sexier every single day."
The stranger asked where the key to my handcuffs was, and Master
suddenly replied through the speakers that I had thrown it into the back
of the room and it had fallen into the grate.
"Dumb slut," the man said as he went to retrieve the key. He eventually
found it, un-cuffed me, but quickly locked my hands behind my back.
Master's voice instructed him to adjust my web cam into a close up of my
face.
I saw the red recording light come on my webcam as the man took out a
sharpie and wrote my name and phone number across my forehead. He posed
me for the camera and then began to brutally fuck my face.
I could barely breathe. He didn't care. He assaulted my throat non-stop,
finally pulling out and splashing his seed across my face.
He panted for a and then he scooped some his cum off and had me lick it
off his fingers. "What do you say, sissy?" he asked and I dutifully
replied, "Thank you Master for feeding this dumb sissy your delicious
cum. Please come back whenever you get horny for a sissy cum dump."
The man laughed and directed his attention to my Master online. "Is that
what you want?" he asked. "Yes," Master replied. "You want to come back
tomorrow?" he asked and the man replied with a hearty "Fuck, yes."
He got dressed and asked my Master if he should untie me, but Master
replied that we were "just getting started." Sure enough, just then I
sensed that somebody else was walking into the room.
"She's all yours, bro," the man said as he passed me on to the next guy.
I took a deep breath and smiled. "After all, I am a sissy slut," I
thought.
I once again found my mouth filled full of cock, but that stopped when
yet another man walked into the room. "This the sissy from the ad?" he
asked as he walked over and began to fondle me. "The dude online says
she's growing tits soon. Can't wait to see that."
The two men took turns fucking my mouth. I could barely keep up when a
third man walked in.
Master's voice told them to untie me and use both of my sissy holes.
I was on my knees in minutes while I was spit roasted by the two men
while the third kept my webcam trained on the action. "Fuck, this is
hot," he said. "I'm gonna be stopping by here every single day."
"Fuck yeah," agreed the man pounding me from behind as he flooded my
sissy pussy with his seed. He swapped places with the camera man and I
cried out in pain as I realized that he was substantially larger than
any dildo I'd ever managed to ride before.
It's a good thing that I was good and stretched out so that I could
please this man. After all, "I am a sissy slut..."
Two more guys stopped by, and they took turns using my sissy holes. One
guy would fuck my ass and then swap places to fill my mouth. I could
taste the cum from the previous man when the new guys cock was suddenly
shoved into my mouth.
At one point I heard a tiny bell ring and realized that one man had his
dog with him. I felt a rough tongue lick my asshole and thought that he
might mount me make me his bitch, but the man shooed the dog away and
went back to plowing my sissy pussy.
"A dog needs a good bitch," one of the guys said, and the other replied
"maybe next time." I felt both men tense up and start to fill me with
their cum. "Next time, indeed," I thought. That's what happens when you
are a sissy slut.
Another guy stopped by, and I turned my attention to swallowing some
more of that "Yummy cummy." The rest of the night was a blur of caocks
and cum, but at some point the men stopped fucking me and dragged me to
the bathroom. I barely woke up as they undressed me and sprayed all the
cum off my body with the shower nozzle. I fell asleep in the tub as the
hot water ran out.
I didn't care. I didn't move until I heard my phone ring in the other
room. I had a new ring tone. "I'm a Barbie girl..." it rang as I dragged
myself to answer it.
I knew it was my Master even before I connected. "Hello, Sir," I
answered on autopilot. "Hello sissy," he replied. "You did well today."
"Thank you," I said. "I am a sissy slut," I said and recited the entire
mantra from memory before Master finally stopped me."
"Good girl," he said. "Now, I want to get into your nighty and get some
sleep. You have a busy day tomorrow. I had only planned on having you
serve five men a day for the first week, but your ad has been so popular
that I had to take it down. You have 14 more guys coming over tomorrow,
aren't you happy?"
"Thank you, Sir," I squealed. "I am a sissy slut" and began chanting
again.
"Yes, yes," Master stopped me. "First thing, first, you better call into
work sick tomorrow," he instructed. "Then go get your beauty rest.
Somebody will be coming over tomorrow to help you with your makeup and
hair. We've got to get you all sexy so the men want you, right slut?"
"Yes, Sir," I cried. "Thank you, Sir. "I will devote myself to becoming
sexier every single day. I will diet and take hormones and wear my
corset everyday until I achieve my sissy body goals."
"Good slut," he said. "I've loaded another sissy hypnosis file on your
phone. I want you to listen to it on repeat tonight while you sleep."
"Nighty, night, sissy," he said. "Pleasant sissy dreams, slut. You made
me very happy today."
"Thank you Master," I beamed as I skipped off to bed. "I promise to be
your perfect sissy slut," I said as I pulled the covers over me and
noticed that my fingernails were chipped and smudged. That would not do.
As exhausted as I was, I got up and put a new coat of varnish on my
nails.
After all, "I am a sissy slut," and "I will devote myself to becoming
sexier every single day. I will diet and take hormones and wear my
corset everyday until I achieve my sissy body goals." My sissy body
goals were to become the sexiest sissy slut in the world, because that's
what my Master demands of me.
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