My Sissy Calling
Like many recent college graduates, I found it hard to get a job
after I received my super-impressive English degree. Sure, the job
market was tough and my degree wasn't going to open any doors, but
part of the problem was that I still didn't have any idea about what
I wanted to do with the rest of my life. I was looking for a
calling--something to give my life meaning. I thought that I would
find it in college, but it never came.
Well, that's not exactly true. I did find a calling of sorts, but it
wasn't exactly something I could do for my career. You see, my
second year at university, I was surprised one night to find that
somebody's pair of black lace panties had mysteriously migrated into
my wash. It was probably left by accident in the dryer, and then
mixed into my load when I next used the machine. It doesn't really
matter how the panties got mixed in with my clothes, only that they
did, and this serendipitous mistake completely changed my life.
I didn't notice the panties until I got back to my dorm. In fact,
it was my roommate, Drew, who first spied the lacy material mixed in
with the boy clothes in my laundry basket. "Dude," he said with an
evil grin spreading across his face, "Is there something you want to
tell me?"
I immediately went beet red. I denied knowing how the panties made
it in with my clothes. It was all true, but Drew could see that it
was bothering me, and he took pleasure in teasing me about being a
closet sissy. As I became more and more embarrassed, Drew kept
saying increasingly filthy things to me, obviously enjoying how his
comments made me uneasy.
I was also getting turned on, and I think that Drew knew it. That's
probably why he kept pressing me about being his sissy. He was
trying to see if I was open to the idea. I denied it, but I can
still remember the last thing he said to me before leaving for his
evening class. "Such a shame," he teased, "I would have loved to
have a sissy roommate."
His comments had stirred something inside me. I couldn't stop
thinking about what it would be like to be Drew's sissy. I had seen
him getting out of the shower and I knew that he had a huge cock,
and it wasn't long before I was fantasizing about being thrown over
the back of our couch while he fucked me like a true slut.
I was overwhelmed by the idea that I should become a sissy faggot. I
was already short and slim, and with my longish hair, I'd been
mistaken for a woman on occasion. It all seemed to add up--I knew in
my heart that I was destined to be a sissy.
You can probably guess what happened from that point on. I was so
horny that I quickly stripped and slid those tantalizing panties up
my legs. I was immediately rock hard and I knew that I would flood
my panties the second I touched my cock.
Hell, looking down I felt like I could cum even if I didn't touch
myself. Then again, something just didn't seem right. The sight of
my hairy legs was just wrong. I found myself grabbing my razor and
shaving cream and heading to the shower. The dorm had one shower to
serve the entire floor, so I was a bit nervous, but not too scared
to stop me from doing what needed to be done.
I lathered up my entire body and shaved everything from my neck
down. It took some time as my razor kept getting clogged with hair,
but I eventually got myself completely denuded. Running my hands
across my newly hair-free skin I was struck by the certainty that I
would never let my hair grow out ever again.
On a whim I wrapped my towel around my chest, like women do, and
pranced back to my room.
No sooner was I back inside than I slid the panties on and moaned at
how perfect they looked on me. Sure enough, it only took a moment
before my cock started twitching. There's no hotter sight than
watching my creamy sissy juice oozing out through the sheer lace of
the panties.
I couldn't help myself. I had to taste it. I dipped my fingers in
the messy goo and then brought them to my lips. It wasn't so much
that I liked the taste of cum, but more that I found myself getting
turned on by the sheer decadence of slurping up everything that was
spilling out of my panties.
Since I was still hard, I decided to check out some sissy porn and
was thrilled to find that there were entire sections devoted to
sissy training hypnosis videos. I realized that I needed a dildo to
do this correctly, but settled for the neck of a beer bottle as it
was the only thing that I had handy. I rubbed myself to orgasm three
more times that night as I watched one sissy trainer after another.
Eventually I fell asleep on the couch watching sissy porn while my
panties kept the neck of the beer bottle lodged firmly up my ass.
That's how Drew found me when he came home from class. To his
credit, he didn't freak out. He was turned on. He had been serious
about having a sissy roommate and wasted no time shoving his cock
down my throat.
That's how I found my sissy calling. I spent the rest of the year
serving Drew whenever he was horny. I generally took care of his
morning wood with a slow-and-sloppy in-bed blowjob. It wasn't too
long before I started swallowing his morning piss as well.
Once again, it wasn't because I like the taste of piss, but because
I couldn't imagine anything hotter that a sissy slut who would
swallow anything that came out of a man's cock.
I say that I generally woke Drew up like this because he soon
introduced me to the idea of overnight bondage. He loved having me
slide under his bed where he would tie me spread eagle to the bed's
legs. He would also wrap some rope around my "sissy balls and keep
the other end in bed with him. Most nights I would wake several
times as Drew yanked sharply on the rope.
I had yelped, so Drew decided to gag me each night as he slept. It
wasn't long before he added a blindfold and then a full hood to my
sleep outfits, along with my increasing collection of panties, bras
and nighties.
Occasionally he would tie me up under the bed and tell me to keep
quiet or else he would "beat my ass raw." I knew that on those
nights Drew would return to the dorm with his date. It might have
been my imagination, but he seemed to take great delight in fucking
her as roughly as possible, knowing full well that his sissy slut
hidden under the bed was getting smashed by every thrust.
Drew seemed to take delight in coming up with new ways to assert his
dominance over me. I had become addicted to watching sissy hypnosis
videos whenever Drew was out, and he actively encouraged me. It got
to the point where he would tie me up in front of my computer
screen, start a sissy hypno playlist and then leave me watching in
the dark for the next four or five hours.
The chastity cage came next. He gave it to me as a Christmas gift.
Drew locked me up tight and then left to fly home for the holidays.
I was throbbing inside of my cage, but unable to do anything about
it--something that made me even hornier and desperate to find some
relief.
Eventually, I drove the ten hours home to see my parents. It was
probably just in my sissy head, but I was certain that my mother
could see the outline of my cage underneath my pants. I spent the
rest of the holidays completely horny and unable to scratch my
"sissy itch."
That's why I spent New Years Eve driving around my hometown,
responding to those who had answered my Craigslist ad for a "Sissy
Cock Slut Looking to Ring in the New Year Right." I dressed in my
best sissy outfit (under a trench coat) and drove to three
apartments where strange men let me inside and immediately put me
down on my knees and stuffed my mouth full of their cocks.
I was shocked when the third man turned out to be my old high school
English teacher, Mr. Davis. He chuckled when he recognized me as one
of his former students, and immediately dragged me inside and fucked
me roughly right there in the entryway.
He had used a condom, but noticed that it was sticky all over when
he pulled out of me. "Such a bad gurl," he noted as he took off the
condom and proceeded to stuff it into my mouth so I could taste
everything that had happened that evening.
I started to get up, but Mr. Davis told me to "Stay on the ground,
slut." I started to protest that I had a few more stops to make, and
was genuinely surprised when my mild-mannered former English teacher
took out a roll of duct tape and proceeded to truss me up tight.
Using my thumbprint, he opened up my phone and quickly found the
email responses to my ad. He responded to each of these men with a
picture of me tied up in his floor, saying that the sissy is "tied
up at the moment," and then inviting my Craigslist callers over to
his house to help "Spit roast this slut."
Four men did come over and I spent the rest of the night being
pounded from both ends and swallowing multiple loads of cum.
Mr. Davis made two other calls that night. While browsing through my
phone he found the contact for Master Drew, so he texted him to
report that his sissy was behaving like a naughty whore. He sent
photographic proof and Drew told him to punish me as he saw fit.
That's when Mr. Davis called "Garrett." I only knew one other person
named Garrett--the high school PE coach who terrorized me for four
years. My suspicions were confirmed when he identified me by name
and revealed that college had turned me into "the biggest sissy cock
slut" that he had ever seen.
He into the next room so I couldn't hear the rest of his
conversation, but I could see his cock getting hard once again, so I
knew that it would be something interesting. Mr. Davis saw me eyeing
his cock and decided to drag me out onto the balcony. I spent the
next hour, shivering in the cold, tied up on an apartment balcony in
full view of anybody who might have happened to pass by.
I was dragged back inside when the coach arrived and the two men
proceeded to shove their cocks into both of my sissy holes. They
would pound into me for a few minutes and then switch places. They
took great pleasure when they both managed to orgasm at the same
time, flooding me on both ends.
It wasn't over. As I lay panting on the floor, I suddenly felt a
rough tongue licking me from behind and realized that coach had
brought his German Shepherd with him. Mr. Davis leaned down and
whispered in my ear, "You're in for a treat now, sissy." As if on
cue, the dog mounted me and proceeded to make me into his bitch.
I had never been fucked with such fury, and found myself building to
an orgasm even though I was still locked in my cage. Coach was
impressed when he saw my cum splattered on the floor below me. He
made me lick it all up while I was knotted with the dog, and then
decided that I should spend the rest of my life in my sissy cage.
The two men laughed as they went to the kitchen and retrieved a tube
of Gorilla Glue. To their credit, they texted Master Drew to ask
permission before filling the lock of my chastity full of toothpicks
covered in glue, effectively rendering the padlock closed forever.
They had been Facetiming with Drew the entire time, so he watched
and approved my entire sissy adventure. I would later learn that he
had been the one to suggest gluing my padlock closed. The dog was a
surprise, but one that gave Drew plenty of ideas about how to use me
when I returned to school the next week. I would find myself
sleeping in a kennel at least once a week when the school year
resumed.
Sometime around 7am, the two teachers untied me and let me return
home. They would not give me my trench coat, making me walk out to
my car in my ruined sissy outfit. I looked like a hooker heading
back to my pimp after a very lucrative night of turning tricks. Just
before I got into my car, coach yelled out from the doorway at the
top of his lungs, "Look at that slutty sissy whore!"
In my mind, every one in the apartment complex peaked out their
window to laugh at me.
I managed to make it home and sneak into the shower before my parent
woke. I spent a full hour washing the night's debauchery off of my
skin. I went to my room and slept for twelve hours straight.
Apparently my slumber was filled with very kinky dreams, because my
mother told me she heard me crying out in my sleep.
I suspect that she knew they were sex dreams, but probably didn't
know that I was a sissy slut in all of these fantasies.
Fast forward a few days and it was time to head back to school.
Master Drew and I had been discussing my New Year adventures, and he
told me to stop by and thank Mr. Davis before I got on the road.
I did as I was instructed, and was surprised to find twelve men and
two women waiting for me when I walked in the room. There was also a
webcam that started to record as soon as I entered.
The men were already drinking, and the women pulled me aside and
proceeded to give me a "full slut makeover." I was already body-
shaved, but somebody thought that it would be fun to remove the hair
on my head and my eyebrows. Everyone laughed as the women drew
highly arched brows on my face and glued a long blonde wig to my
head.
They glued on some false nails and used semi-permanent makeup to do
my lips and eyelashes. I was kitted out with stockings, heels and a
skimpy tube of fabric that was supposed to be a dress, and then I
was paraded back into the living room as the assembled crowd
cheered.
Drew had been watching the whole thing on his phone, and I
recognized his laugh as the men proceeded to attack me. I was
stuffed full of cock for the next five hours. The ladies would fluff
them up, but the men saved all of their cum for me.
It was all broadcast and recorded. I lost count of how many men shot
their loads into me. All I knew was that I was being a good sissy
slut, and serving horny guys is what sissy sluts do.
When everything was said and done, Mr. Davis pulled out the biggest
butt plug I had ever seen. I had been well-stretched out, so it
wasn't difficult to impale me with the plug. It was then locked in
place with a chain that wrapped around my waist and between my legs.
As the padlock clicked shut, Mr. Davis assured me that he would give
me the key.
He returned with a five-gallon bucket that was frozen solid. They
key was in the middle. Mr. Davis grabbed me by the neck and dragged
me out to my car. He put the frozen bucket in my trunk, saying that
it should "thaw out in about 15 hours or so." I thought that I could
thaw it out faster by putting in the passenger seat, but Mr. Davis
anticipated this and used another padlock to make sure that the
bucket would stay in place until all of the ice melted.
Then he slapped me on the ass and sent me on my way, saying that
he'd be sure to check up on me the next time he was in the city. As
a final insult, he hooked my phone to my car speaker and set it to
play. He had recorded everything as an audio file, and told me that
I should listen to it at full volume all the way on the drive home.
That's exactly what I did. I made the ten hour trip dressed as a
hooker, with a giant plug stretching out my ass and listening to the
sounds of my moans all the way back. They only break came when Drew
called to check up on me. I was touched that he cared so much, but
was also excited when he told me to pull off at a truck stop halfway
into the trip. He had posted another Craigslist ad, which is how I
found myself kneeling in a filthy bathroom, slurping down several
hours worth of horny trucker cocks.
At some point, one of the truckers got tired of waiting for my
mouth, so he took bolt cutters and snipped the chain holding my plug
inside. He immediately started to fuck me, but I was so stretched
out that he said it was like "jacking off into thin air.
Another man joined him and they began double teaming my hole. They
pulled out after they had both shot their loads into me. Gravity
made everything dribble out because I couldn't close my sphincter.
They took pity on me and shoved the giant plug back inside and sent
me on my way.
The rest of the trip back to school was uneventful, other than my
clitty throbbing in its cage, me being dressed as a streetwalker and
a giant plug hitting my prostrate every time I hit a bump in the
road.
I must admit that I hit a few of those potholes on purpose.
I made it back to campus sometime after 2am and staggered to my
dorm. It was late, so I didn't think that anybody saw me walk in,
but I was so tired that I didn't care if they had seen me or not.
I stripped and crawled into my bed. I laughed because I hadn't slept
in a bed for the last two months. It felt wrong. I went to Drew's
room and crawled under his bed and immediately fell asleep.
I woke the next day when Drew returned home and sat on the bed. "You
down there, sissy?" he asked and I said yes as I tried to shake the
cobwebs out of my head.
I crawled out and did my best to look sexy as I went for his cock,
but Drew pushed me away in disgust. "Jesus," he said, "you smell
like a whore." It was at that point that he noticed the huge puddle
of cum that had leaked out of my sissy pussy.
"Clean this up," he shouted as he stormed out of the room. I went to
get some rags but he suddenly stormed back in. "With your mouth," he
screamed as he shoved my face into the pool of cum.
I started to cry at the abuse, but I did as I was told.
That marked a turning point in our relationship. Drew still fucked
me several times a week, but he started loaning me out to his
friends so he wouldn't have to deal with me on a daily basis. My
grades started to suffer, although I was saved when I was loaned out
to David, another English major.
I soon started doing his homework in between bouts of serving his
cock. At least my grades improved as we were in the same classes.
More importantly, I knew that if I messed up one of Master David's
assignments, I would be beaten within an inch of my life.
Truth be told, I would probably be beaten either way, and Master
David was going out of his way to train me to love the pain he would
inflict on me on a regular basis. He had me watching sissy hypnosis
for hours each day, and had begun selecting files that would make me
into a true pain slut.
It worked. I found that I was unable to get hard unless I had been
whipped or beaten before I was used as a slut. I purchased several
yard sticks and began beating myself with them whenever Master David
was away. No matter what I did to myself, I knew that Master would
hurt me even more when he came home. Like a broken slut, I craved
this abuse.
It all came to a head just before the summer break. Master David had
been at a bar drinking when he got into a fight. He pulled a knife
and probably would have killed the other guy had the police not
shown up.
Master David was arrested and charged with assault. The police had
no way of knowing that I was mummified by several rolls of duct
tape, tied up and stuffed in his apartment closet for two days
straight while he worked out his bail.
Master David finally came home. He pulled out a knife and cut a slit
in the tape so that he could put two days of "Baby seed" into my
sissy cunt. Then he cut me free of my bonds and shoved me out into
the street, telling me that he'd kill me if I ever came back.
I hid in the bushes, crying until he finally threw some clothes down
to me. I got dressed (once again looking like a cheap whore) and
tottered my way back to campus.
Master Drew answered the door and told me that I couldn't stay with
him, even though I had paid rent up though then end of the month. He
told me that he would do one last thing for me, which is how I found
myself spending the summer working for a pimp named Hector.
I fucked and sucked my way through the next three months, and I must
admit that Hector was very good to me. He gave me a place to stay
and filled my summer with a never-ending parade of hard cocks. He
even used a hacksaw to cut off my sissy chastity on my birthday and
give me my first sissygasm in 6 months. Of course he replaced it
with a solid steel cage immediately after that, but that was okay
because it felt weird to have my sissy clitty dangling free in my
panties.
Hector was fascinated by my sissy hypnosis training and decided it
would be a good way to keep his girls in line. He purchased
legitimate manuals on hypnosis began experimenting on me. My mind
was open to being controlled, so it wasn't long before I became
Hector's party trick.
With a simple command Hector convinced me that I was an illegal
immigrant, unable to understand a word of English and desperate to
do anything to keep then from turning me over to Immigration
Enforcement.
He also had a bondage command, where I imagined that I was
completely wrapped in the tightest ropes ever. I would stay in a
ball on the ground for hours, unable to move until Hector released
me.
He had a cock crazy command. I'm told I was hilarious as I ran
around a room, begging men to let me swallow their loads. At one
point a frat house rented my services. I was dropped off at the
door, given my cock crazy suggestion, and then spent the rest of the
night serving every brother in the fraternity.
Every brother but one. Drew was a member, but he didn't want to have
anything to do with his former roommate.
Hector took pity on me and came up with a special Drew command. Now
every man who fucked me would magically transform into my former
roommate/Master. I loved having Drew back, even if it was all a
hypnosis trick.
Hector kept finding new ways to use me as his hypnotized sissy slut.
He would turn me into a sex doll and drop me off to be abused by
dolly perverts. He would turn me into a dog and laugh as I went into
heat whenever I was taken to the kennel. He didn't know that I would
have been his kennel bitch with or without the hypnosis.
Hector also got me my first dose of hormones, but made it so that I
didn't realize my body was changing until he would give me a command
and I would suddenly be shocked to see that I had grown tiny little
breasts. Another command and I would spend the rest of the night
fondling my nipples, writhing on the ground in ecstasy.
I was being abused, but I loved every minute of it. By the time that
school was ready to start up again in the fall, I was pretty much
resigned to dropping out and committing to being one of Hector's
sissy sluts for the rest of my life.
Fate stepped in again when a rival pimp came after Hector. I was in
the other room when I heard the gunshots, but couldn't move as I had
been given a frozen command.
Hector was killed that night, along with two of my sissy sisters. If
I had been able to move, I probably would have died as well.
One of my sisters who survived came to my rescue. She had known all
about my hypno-training, and she found me and erased all of my
hidden commands before she got out of town.
If there was a silver lining to all of this (and there really
wasn't), Hector has a little money stashed away and I knew how to
find it. I rented a hotel room and spent the next two weeks hiding
behind the blackout drapes. This calling of mine was getting out of
hand. I came to the realization that life as a sissy whore wasn't
for me, and I decided to go straight, so to speak.
I had enough money to re-enroll in college. I knew that I wouldn't
be able to get an apartment on my own, but I was fortunate enough to
have met a man who was a landlord during my summer on the streets.
We made a deal. He would rent an apartment to me, but I would have
to serve him any weekend that he wanted to use me "for old times
sake."
It was the best version of going straight that I could arrange.
Using the rest of Hector's stash, a meaningless job at a fast food
place and some student loans, I managed to scrape by for the next
few years.
I did pretty well back in school as I was able to concentrate on my
studies. I went back to being a boy, except for those times when my
landlord decided to stop by, or the few times when Mr. Davis
happened to be in town. He had all of those incriminating photos and
threatened to send them to my parents if I didn't agree to be his
sissy slut whenever he needed a whore to abuse.
I told him that I didn't care, but Mr. Davis made good on his
threats. He sent photographic proof (anonymously) to my parents who
promptly disowned their "faggot son." Mr. Davis reminded me that he
also had pictures of me being bred by a dog. He told me he was going
to send them to the police. I gave in and started servicing him
whenever he wanted, doing anything he wanted. All of this was
recorded, which gave Davis an increasing pile of blackmail material
to use against me.
I know. Poor me. But the truth is that I enjoyed the arrangement. I
was still addicted to being a sissy and sucking cock, just not full
time. I got enough of my sissy calling to keep me satisfied on the
weekends so I could concentrate on school during the week.
I had a few other men that I met over the next few years, so I could
pretty much count on being stuffed by several cocks each and every
weekend, but my slutty behavior no longer threatened to take over my
life.
I let my hair grow out and I had lost enough weight that I could
easily pass as female. I had also kept taking hormones, so I had
budding B cup titties hiding under the boy clothes that I wore
during the week. My sissy clitty was also shrinking down to nothing,
but as I still kept it locked away in a cage, I didn't really care.
I had the key by this time, and would only let myself out for a
birthday sissygasm once every year in remembrance on the life that
almost was.
I was shocked to hear that Mr. Davis passed away. He died under
mysterious circumstances, but tongues were wagging that he was doing
strange sex stuff that got him killed. I decided to go to his
funeral, but his sister stopped me at the door. She threw an
envelope of filthy pictures at me and told me I wasn't welcome at
the service.
I went to my car and cried. I heard a knock on my window and looked
up to see coach. He invited me to join him for a drink. At the
King's Claim pub, we spent the night toasting the memory of Mr.
Davis. He and coach had been a secret couple for the last ten years,
and I was one of the few people who knew what had been happening
behind closed doors.
I went home with coach that night. He fucked me with so much
tenderness that I started to cry. I had done a lot of fucking, but
this was the first time I had made love. I fell asleep in coaches'
strong arms that night, with his cock still buried in my pussy. It
was delightful.
I returned to the city. Graduation day came and I walked the stage
wearing a dress under my gown. I was also stuffed full with my
favorite locking butt plug--you know, for old time's sake.
I started the search for a real job. Once again, nothing was calling
out to me. Once again my sissy side helped me out. One of the men I
had been dating on the weekends told me that he knew somebody who
was looking to hire an entry-level sales assistant. He knew the
general manager and would put in a good word for me.
"Best of all," he said, "they offer great benefits, just in case you
want to become a full woman one day."
It was better than any lead I had, so I applied for the job and soon
found myself meeting with the hiring manager. I was very self-
conscious, as I thought that he would be able to see though my cheap
business suit and realize that I was nothing but a former sissy
prostitute. My tits seemed far too obvious. My chastity device
seemed to show through my pants. I was wearing stockings and a
garter belt because it felt wrong to not do so, but I was suddenly
worried that the straps were visible under my clothes as well.
I know that I should have worn boy underwear under my boy clothes,
but it felt so strange to wear anything other than lacy lingerie
that I just knew I would squirm in discomfort and ruin the
interview.
This was all in my mind, but somehow I impressed the hiring manager.
Within a week I found myself working for a team of some of the most
alpha-male sales reps that I had ever met. I did my best to stay in
full hetero-boy mode at work, but I would occasionally fantasize
about what it would be like to be a sissy slut for any or all of
these men.
From time to time I thought that I caught them checking me out as
well.
It was a good thing that I was still locked in my chastity, or I
would have spent most of my time jerking off in the restroom,
thinking about the hot studs I worked with on a daily basis. Robert
loomed especially large in my fantasies. He was the top salesman on
the floor. He was far and away the best man and he knew it. The
other guys gave him grudging respect. I was just a lowly sales
assistant, so he knew that he could boss me around and took great
pleasure in doing so.
It started off with little tasks that he would make me do over
whenever there was a minor error. Sometimes I would spend my
evenings redoing my work on one of his whims, saying that he had
decided a report should be printed in a different font or paper
stock.
The general manager didn't care because Robert was the top guy, and
I didn't mind because his increasingly-difficult orders set my
clitty twitching in my panties. Robert knew he was having an effect
on me, and even though he was dating several supermodel hot women,
he seemed to take pleasure in teasing me.
Once he bumped into me in the breakroom, and although he apologized,
I swear his hands felt my panties underneath my work clothes. I
probably should have gone to HR. I didn't because I would have
preferred to have been groped instead.
A few weeks later, I was called into the general manager's office.
Robert was going to speak at the national sales convention in Las
Vegas, and he wanted me to come along as his assistant. I was
thrilled. Not only was this a great work opportunity, but I would be
getting the chance to spend a full week with Robert. I knew that it
was a crazy fantasy, but I immediately started dreaming about what
it would be like to spend the weekend as Robert's sissy slut.
Wow. I thought that I had put this life behind me. I was wrong.
I met Robert at the airport the following Monday morning. I was out
of my chastity for the first time in several months as I didn't want
to set off the metal detectors at TSA. I was still fully kitted out
in panties, garter belt and hose under my traveling clothes. I was
even wearing a camisole under sweater.
Robert told me to get him a coffee while he checked our bags. I
shuddered in delight at the way he was already bossing me around. I
would have been even more aroused if I had known that he opened my
suitcase and threw all of my clothes in the garbage, leaving only
the few sissy outfits that I had hidden at the bottom of my pack.
We made our way to the gate and Robert started opening up to me
about his multiple girlfriends. He loved plowing his sluts, but
sometimes he just wanted somebody who would "suck his cock and then
shut the fuck up." I didn't know how to respond to that, so I just
smiled and nodded.
Robert pulled out his phone and proceeded to scroll through pages of
pictures of him having sex. I suppose that I should have been rock
hard looking at all the female flesh on display. Instead, I found
myself fantasizing about being one of Robert's sluts.
Robert seemed to draw me in with his comments, and I was reminded of
how Drew got me so aroused all those years ago. Robert kept talking,
smiling as I struggled to concentrate.
The flight began to board. Our seats were on the very last row,
which was odd because the flight wasn't full and Robert had enough
points to sit in first class. The gate attendant asked if he wanted
an upgrade. Robert declined.
I got the window and Robert took the middle seat, even though the
aisle was vacant. He continued to talk to me about his girlfriends
right up until we took off. He seemed to laugh at times when he
noticed how his sex talk was making me hot and bothered.
Suddenly his demeanor changed. He pulled out his phone and called up
several pictures of a sissy stuffed full of multiple cocks. They
were pictures of me from years ago. My breath caught in my throat as
Robert laughed and said, "you're quite the slut, aren't you?"
I could barely squeak out a reply of "yes."
Robert slapped me across the face even though we were on a public
flight. "Yes, what?" he hissed.
Instinctively I knew the answer. "Yes, Master," I replied with a mix
of titillation and dread.
The flight wasn't long, so following my new Master's commands, I
only had a few hours to snake my hands into Roberts pants and jerk
him off. I'm sure that passengers waiting for the bathroom could
tell what was going on, but nobody said anything.
Robert came and I reached for a tissue that I had in my bag. He
stopped me and made me scoop all of his semen with my hands and then
lick everything clean, even while the flight attendants kept walking
up and down the aisles.
Proof that they knew what was going on came a few minutes later when
Robert pulled two boxes of golf balls out of his bag. He told me in
no uncertain terms that I was to go to the bathroom and place them
into my sissy pussy. I noticed that there was a smell coming from
the packages and Robert laughed as he explained that the balls had
been soaking in a cayenne and ginger solution. "Just to keep me
entertained for the rest of the flight." He smiled as he sent me
off to complete my task.
I caught the eye of one of the flight attendants as I waited for the
bathroom to free up. "Your boyfriend's cute," she said with a wink.
I tried to protest, but she handed me a blanket and told me not to
worry. "Take care of your man," she said before leaving to attend
some other passengers.
That's exactly what I did. It took some effort getting all six golf
balls firmly in place, and the spices certainly made me walk funny
when I returned to my seat, but Robert's smile made all of my
discomfort worthwhile.
He pushed my head down to his lap and covered me with the blanket. I
didn't question anything--I just did what came naturally. His cock
was quickly lodged down my throat and that's where it stayed until
our flight attendant stopped by tell us that we needed to prepare
for landing.
I sheepishly came up for air, and the flight attendant noticed that
there was a dribble of cum on my cheek. She reached over to wipe it
off. "Missed a bit, sweetie," she said as she stuck her finger in my
mouth. I moaned audibly as I sucked that last drop of cum off her
finger.
We landed and Master handed me his bags and commanded me follow him.
The crowd seemed to part as he strode down the concourse. I had a
much more difficult time as I was laden with two bags and struggled
to keep up.
Robert suddenly stopped at a gift shop and pointed out a bright pink
tee-shirt that read "Girls Just Want to Have fun." He ordered me to
go buy the shirt, and then had me put in on while passengers stopped
and sniggered. I also purchased some bright pink flip flops with
flowers across the straps.
He led me out of the airport and we waited for the car service to
arrive. I kept my head down and wondered what would come next.
Robert could sense my discomfort, and in an act of kindness, he
turned me and lifted my face to look at him.
"You don't remember me," he began, "but I sure as hell remember
you." My eyes went wide as he continued. "Three years ago I got a
call from a guy who said he had a sissy slut at his apartment.
Basically, he just needed a bunch of cocks to stop by and breed the
bitch."
That was you, and I was more than happy to help," he continued. I
fucked you three times and was ready to go again when that dog
mounted you. Believe it or not, but you changed my life that night.
I knew that I needed to get my own sissy slut."
I said the most intelligent thing I could muster up at the moment.
"Um," I croaked.
"I came back to the city and plowed my way though one sissy after
another. None of them were as fucked up as you. I wasn't going to
settle for anything less than the perfect sissy whore."
"I found you again when you were working as a prostitute," he
continued. "I paid extra so I could use your hypnosis commands. You
did things for me that made me want to have you for real, even
though you kept calling me Drew."
"Under hypnosis, I asked you what your biggest desire was, and you
were practically crying when you said that you wanted to be a sissy
for life. I asked if you wanted surgery and everything. I watched as
you came without touching yourself while I explained how I could
turn you into a top shelf sissy."
"I started making plans. I was going to buy you from your pimp and
make all of our fantasies come true, but then that gang shooting
happened. The police were everywhere and you just disappeared into
thin air."
"I went looking for you, even paid a few whores to let me know if
you returned to the streets," he said, shaking his head in regret.
"It was like I had a calling to find you and sculpt you into some
fantasy creature."
"Just when I was about to give up, you walked in and applied for a
job." He started to laugh. "Luckiest day of my life, he said. "It
was the luckiest day for you too. You had changed so I needed some
time to make sure that my sissy was still in you, and that you still
want everything you told me about all those years ago."
Words poured out of me. "Yes," I cried. "Please make me your sissy!
Make me your fantasy gurl!" It's a good thing the back of the
airplane was empty because I wouldn't have cared who heard me.
He then explained what would happen over the course of the next
week. I would be turned into a complete sissy, with no way to deny
who I truly was inside ever again. "We're talking full sissy
makeover," he explained. "Hair, permanent makeup, some piercings
that I know you'll love. And that's just day one."
He pulled out his phone and showed me an email to a plastic surgeon.
"I can see that you've already got your titties growing, but it's
time to make them a lot bigger. You have a procedure scheduled for
tomorrow morning. I took the liberty of forging your name on the
paperwork, so you can just relax and enjoy the transformation."
"Also," he continued, "Dr Ahkter will be doing a couple of other
modifications to help bring your sissy side out." He grabbed my
balls right there on the street. "These will have to go."
I closed my eyes in ecstasy and moaned my response.
"You'll spend the rest of the trip recovering," he stated as if
there was no question that this would be happening. "It may take
some time, but make no mistake," he continued. By the time we get
home, you will be a woman--a full slut that I will use and abuse
anyway that I see fit." He grabbed me by the throat. "That dog gave
me ideas. I have three huge dogs that I haven't neutered because I
knew sooner or later I would find you--you're going to be their
bitch. Won't that be fun?" he leered.
Just then a car pulled up and the driver stepped forward to collect
our bags. "Welcome back, Mr. Robert," he said as he loaded the
luggage into the trunk. "This must be your new slut," he asked
without ever addressing me. He took me firmly by the arm and also
loaded me into the trunk. There were straps inside, and I was
quickly secured for the ride. I wondered if anybody had seen me
being dumped into the back of the car.
We drove to the hotel. The luggage had fallen over and was slamming
into my face with every bump in the road. We stopped and the trunk
was opened and the luggage was removed. I stayed tied in place.
Robert looked in at my helpless form. "This is Aldo," he said. "He
will be taking you to your appointments, so obey him like your life
depends on it." He closed the trunk and I waited until the car began
to move.
About fifteen minutes later I heard a garage door open and a group
of men approached the car. Aldo popped the trunk and helped me out.
I was sweaty and my ass was on fire, but the men who surrounded me
didn't seem to care. They had been told that a sissy slut was coming
to Vegas and they were determined to get their nut off.
They dragged me into the rear of the shop and ripped the clothes off
my body. They laughed when all six golf balls suddenly popped out of
my ass and rolled across the room.
It was a mechanic's shop, so they had an engine hoist, which was
used to lift me into the air by a belt that was wrapped around my
waist. I floated there with a cock in my mouth, another in my ass
and two more getting hard in each hand.
Then men used me all morning. I was left dangling whenever they had
to go do their work, but they all came back for round two a few
hours later.
I was ultimately taken to a station and ordered to hold on to a
sheet of plastic pallet wrap. I held on as the pallet started to
spin and I soon found myself completely wrapped in plastic. I tried
to squirm and indicate that I couldn't breath, but they all laughed
at me as I started to pass out. Finally, one of the men pulled out a
knife and cut a hole through to my mouth.
Then I was lifted into the air and carried back to Aldo's car, like
a group of hunters carrying their kill on a pole back to camp. They
shoved me into the backseat (I couldn't bend to fit in the trunk)
and we were soon off.
The car slowed some time later and Aldo pulled into an alleyway. He
opened the doors and dragged me out, dropping me hard on the
pavement. I was so wrapped up in cushioning plastic that I could
barely feel it when I hit.
He knocked on the door and a woman answered. "You're early," she
said while Aldo shrugged. "Leave her here and we'll get to her after
we close up." She had her assistants drag me off behind the dumpster
and then covered me with a tarp and went back inside.
I lay there unable to move for the next hour or so. Occasionally I
would hear somebody checking up on me, and once they even noticed
that I was covered in sweat, so a young woman took pity on me. She
lifted her skirt and filled my mouth with her piss. I was so parched
that I thanked her for the liquid.
I fell asleep. It was dark when I suddenly felt myself being carried
into the shop. I was propped up against a wall while two women used
mini-torches to melt away the plastic that held me. I collapsed to
the ground and was immediately taken into a back room and hosed off.
I was taken back into the room and plopped down into a chair. The
woman from earlier came into my field of vision. "Honey," she cooed
with a mix of concern and disgust. "You're about to start this
adventure. It's nothing I would ever do, but to each their own, I
always say."
I just stared at her, unable to speak. The woman noticed that I was
shaking and put a hand on my shoulder before continuing. "Your man
is paying me a lot of money to make you into the perfect sissy, but
I won't do anything if it's not what you want."
I still couldn't say anything.
"None of this is too terrible," she continued. "Just hair and nails
for now, we'll get to the tattoos and piercings after your surgery.
"Just say the word and we'll begin," she said, "or tell me to stop
and I'll set you free."
I finally found my voice. "Please," I croaked. "Make me into Master
Robert's sissy toy."
And so it began. The woman's name was Miss Hattie, and she and her
staff proceeded to turn me into a complete Cinderella. My hair was
already long, but it was colored and styled into a giant blonde
mane. I was given long nail extensions, which were painted with a
glittery pink polish. It looked like something that a Barbie doll
would wear.
They set about doing my makeup and explained that eventually much of
this would be tattooed in place, but I'd have to settle for semi-
permanent makeup until then.
I had arrived without any clothes, but I was quickly fitted with a
bra and a pair of breast forms were glued in place. "You've got a
nice start going, sissy," the woman noted, but you might as well
start getting use to something bigger. These are double Ds, but I
think you'll want to go a little bigger."
One of the women dropped to her knees and began pushing my balls up
into my body cavity. I started to get aroused, but that all went
away when I felt a searing pain in my groin. They were using a
needle and thread to sew up my sack so my balls wouldn't come back
down. A medical adhesive was then applied to the underside of my
penis, which was bent back and stuck between my cheeks.
"There," the woman said as she had me step into a pair of panties.
"No more sissy bulge in your skirt."
I was corseted. I thought that I already had a good figure, but the
corset gave me an impossibly small waist. I could barely breathe,
but my knockout figure made the discomfort worth the pain.
I couldn't bend over to step into my heels, so the ladies helped me
slip into stockings and my new shoes, which were basically shiny red
stilts. A dress came next, followed by jewelry and perfume. I was
led over to a full-length mirror and was shocked by what I saw.
I was beautiful. I looked like a goddess and reeked of sex and
femininity. The woman beamed as they looked at their creation.
"You're going to make Mr. Robert very happy," Miss Hattie said as I
was escorted out the front door where Aldo was waiting for me.
He treated me like a lady, holding the door open as I sat in the
back seat, trying my best to be demure. He stopped to tell me that I
looked beautiful before taking me to meet Master for dinner.
Aldo drove to a fancy restaurant on the strip. I was very hungry,
but didn't know if I could eat anything in my corset. I was also
getting nervous, and worried that my nerves might make it difficult
to keep my food down.
My nerves evaporated when Robert met us out in front of the
restaurant. I could see the lust in his eyes, but also a sense of
pride because he was on a date with a beautiful woman.
The eyes of the diners turned o watch as we were escorted to a
private dining room. It was like something out of a fairy tale. That
is until the waiter pulled out my chair and revealed a massive dildo
strapped down on the seat.
The fairytale fantasy evaporated, but I was happy. My sissy hole had
been empty for far too long.
The waiter helped me arrange my dress so that it wouldn't get ruined
by the phallus that was quickly rammed home. He smiled at me as he
forced me all the way down, and then proceeded to tie me securely to
the chair so that I was unable to rise up or lean forward. Another
rope went around each ankle, preventing them from reaching the
ground.
"Thank you, Tyrese," Master Robert said as he snuck some folded
bills into his palm. "Come back in after we finish so she can give
you a tip."
And then he was gone. We ate dinner as if we were two normal people
on a fancy date. Robert had a steak and a very expensive bottle of
wine. I had soup. Robert informed me that I couldn't eat anything
solid until the doctor was through with me.
That wasn't completely true. Tyrese's cock was very solid, and no
sooner had we finished than he returned and locked the door to our
private dining suite. Tied up as I was, it was hard to get a good
angle on his cock, so the two men lifted my chair up and lay me on
my back on one of the other tables. With my head dangling off the
edge of the table, it was easy for Tyrese to assault my throat.
Several splashes of his liquid soon joined the soup in my stomach.
I was untied and Tyrese helped lift me off the dildo that had
anchored me to my chair. Master Robert had me clean it with my
tongue before instructing me to put in my purse and follow him back
to the hotel.
I only had a small clutch. There was no way the monster phallus
would fit and I'm sure that several people noticed the head of a
rubber cock poking out of my bag as we exited the restaurant.
The hotel wasn't far, so we walked back along the strip. I did my
best to keep up, but the heels were much higher than anything I had
ever worn before. Master Robert pulled me close as he grabbed my ass
and said, "Don't worry, we'll have you walking in ballet boots
before you know it. 6" heels will seem like nothing after that."
We made it back to the hotel and I was told to hang up my clothes
and go draw Master a bath. I stripped naked, although my breast
forms had been glued on and my sissy clitty was also stuck out of
sight. I knelt by the tub as it filled with water.
I informed Master that his bath was ready. He told me to wait until
he was ready.
I did as I was told. Master made phone calls. The TV came on. I
stayed on my knees while the water cooled. At some point, Master
reached in and turned off the lights. I stayed on my knees.
When the water was cold, I drained the tub and proceeded to fill it
up again. I stayed on my knees in the dark while I wondered if
Master would be coming.
I must have fallen asleep, but I was immediately awake when the
lights suddenly flared to life. Master strode in and was surprised
to find that the water in the tub was still hot (I'd refilled
several times while I waited).
"Good sissy," he said as he unzipped and proceeded to give me a
reward. I thought that he wanted me to suck his cock, so I choked a
bit when my throat started filling with his piss. I swallowed it all
down, but Master dragged me out into the room and laid me out across
the bed. Taking off his belt, be began to punish me for not being
prepared for whatever he wanted to pump down my "slutty throat."
I was soon crying as the belt tore into my ass, but I remembered to
thank him for each stroke and promised to be a better sissy from
here on out.
Suddenly Master was on me, his cock rammed inside my sissy hole and
filling me with his baby batter after just a few strokes. Without
saying a word, he dragged me out on to the balcony. He threw a
blanket at me and said, "Sweet dreams, sissy."
I heard him lock the door.
I didn't sleep much that night. I wasn't particularly cold, but Las
Vegas is a loud city, even from 16 stories up. And there are
mosquitoes. I tried to scrunch up and hide under the blanket, but it
was too small and the tiny bloodsuckers were persistent.
I woke as the sun came up. The door was still locked, so I tried to
stay as inconspicuous as possible, just in case somebody might
wander out onto their balcony and see a naked sissy laying there.
Master woke up. He turned on the TV, took a shower, made some calls
and got dressed. He did not unlock the door. I started to panic when
he grabbed his briefcase and left the room. I suppose that the maid
would eventually find me, but I worried that they would also call
hotel security.
There was nothing to fear. Master returned a few minutes later with
a cup of coffee and a bagel. He opened the door and told me to
hurry, as Aldo would be picking me up in 15 minutes. I fixed my hair
and makeup and then shimmied into the sundress that was hanging over
the door. My tits were still glued in place, and the dress had a
shelf bra that held them up. I was just strapping up my wedge
sandals when phone rang. Aldo was downstairs.
I took a deep breath and started for the door. Master stopped me and
gave me a deep kiss that made my knees buckle. "I can't wait to see
my new slut in a few days, and then sent me on my way.
My nerves were starting to build as I rode down to the lobby. The
elevator stopped and a group of German men got on. I stared straight
ahead as they eyed me. One of them grabbed my ass as they got off
the elevator. "Pardon me, ma'am," he said as he passed, sniggering
as they walked away.
Aldo met me at the curb. He was once again very polite as he helped
me into the car. "You must be excited about your big day," he said
as he pulled away from the hotel. I mumbled something about looking
forward to it, but I was scared because I didn't really know what I
was signing up for.
We drove in silence until we arrived at a plastic surgeon's office
on the outskirts of town. A nurse ushered me into a waiting room and
told me to disrobe. She handed me a bottle of solvent and told me to
remove my breast forms and let Mr. Happy free.
This was easier said than done, as the glue was medical grade and
didn't come off without a fight. My penis was just as stuck, and I
had the added pain of the solvent burning as it made contact with
where my nut sack had been sewn shut.
The nurse came in when I was finally ready. She had a clipboard with
paperwork explaining that it was a release for "all the procedures
you requested." When I hesitated before signing because I didn't
know what was on the paper, she told me not to worry, because "the
doctor is one of the best plastic surgeons in the world. It's
expensive, but you're going to love the new you!"
I probably should have grabbed my things and fled out of the room. I
probably should have done a lot of things differently with my life.
Instead I started signing the papers. Within the hour I was sedated
and heading into surgery.
I woke up with pain coursing through my body. There wasn't any part
of me that didn't ache. The nurse came in and gave me a sedative and
I drifted back to sleep.
A few days passed before I was finally ready to meet the new me. She
was a very different girl from what I was expecting to see.
The biggest change was obviously my new breast implants. Even hiding
under all of the bandages, I could tell that they were massive. I
instinctively reached up to give them a squeeze and immediately
regretted the decision as all of my nerves lit up with pain.
It wasn't just my tits. The doctor had removed several ribs and put
implants into my ass so that I now had a perfect hourglass figure.
While I was out, the staff had done a round of laser hair removal. I
would need several more sessions before I was hair free, but it was
a start.
The reason I couldn't move my feet was that the doctor had shortened
my Achilles tendon, which would force me to walk on my toes for ever
after. I couldn't complain because the tracheal shave, neck lift and
collagen injections in my lips would keep me quiet for weeks to
come.
Ironically, my sissy clit didn't really hurt. I had been castrated
and all of the erectile tissue had been removed my penis. I was left
with my clitty head reattached directly to my groin. I didn't have a
vagina, but the world's biggest clit was the next best thing.
Finally, my face had been completely overhauled. The doctor came in
to explain all of this to me, and was practically beaming with pride
when he informed me that I would be "absolutely stunning when all of
the swelling came down."
He prescribed plenty of bed rest and the nurses immediately put me
back into a deep, drug-induced slumber. I barely remember when
Robert came to visit me. He was also grinning lecherously as he
surveyed my new body. I winced as he kissed me on the forehead.
"Beauty is pain," he said, "and you are going to be very beautiful.
I'll be back in three weeks to try all your new parts out. Just stay
here and think pretty sissy thoughts until then." He blew me a kiss
and left to go back home.
I spent the next few weeks recovering. Nurses would pop in and check
my bandages and empty my cath bags. Eventually they helped me to
stand and walk a little bit around the compound. I looked very
foolish because I had to wear high heels while I tottered around in
my hospital gown and IV drip.
My recovery seemed to take forever, but eventually the doctor said
that I was ready to go home. Aldo showed up on cue and helped me to
the car. I was still bruised and walking slowly, but I could tell
that he liked what he was seeing. I felt bad that my mouth was still
too sore to thank him for his troubles with a nice blowjob. I made a
mental note to hook him up at some later trip.
I was taken to see Miss Hattie, who practically squealed in delight
when she saw me. She had her girls strip me down so that they could
see everything the doctor had done to me. I had to keep my heels on,
but I was naked otherwise as the women circled round me, passing
judgment on every inch of my body.
They adored my tits and quickly put me back into my bra when they
saw that they were still very painful. Miss Hattie laughed and said
that my "Titties always were the best and the worst things in the
world for a girl like you."
I heard a gasp from below as two of the girls were examining my
crotch. "She doesn't have a dick or a slit, just this little nub"
"She's like a Barbie doll down here," she said as she went in for a
closer look. She barely touched my clitty and I nearly collapsed in
sexual pleasure. "Yeah, nympho street whore Barbie," she quipped and
the room filled with laughter.
Miss Hattie escorted me to the chair where she gave me a makeup
tutorial on how to cover the bruising on my face. She also gave me
some tips for makeup after I was fully healed, "although a pretty
bitch like you probably won't need to do more than just pout her
lips and bat her lashes and all the boys will come running."
The ladies touched up my hair and makeup. I was nearly redressed
when the front door opened and Master Robert walked in. The room
fell silent as he circled me like a shark eyeing his prey. I
absolutely loved the attention, and was wondering how long it would
take before I would be healed enough to properly thank him for
everything he'd done for me.
Master Robert was visibly excited by what he was seeing, and Miss
Hattie had one of her girls get down and take care of him while I
slowly twirled for his pleasure. She even had one of the girls go
get Aldo so he could enjoy a nice blowjob as well. Not to be left
out, miss Hattie sat in her chair and had the youngest of the shop
assistants crawl up under her skirt. "Girl," she moaned as the
assistant lapped at her sex, " you've got my motor revving something
fierce."
I was still too sore to touch, but I was overcome with a tingling
sensation that masked out all of the pain. I reached down and ran a
finger over my new clitty. Master Robert started laughing as I
nearly fell to the floor. "The good doctor re-wired your new clitty
bump. He says it will ultimately be 20 times more sensitive that it
ever was. I can't wait to see if he's right."
Neither could I.
It was time to go. I gave everyone a sincere, but gentle hug
goodbye. Aldo drove us to the airport where an attendant put me in a
wheelchair and wheeled me to the gate. We were able to board first
because of my condition, but also because we were flying home in the
first class cabin.
The flight attendant popped over to see if we needed anything. It
was the same woman from our flight to Vegas. She smiled knowingly
when she recognized Robert and cried out loud when she recognized me
as the sissy boyfriend from the first trip.
"Damn, girl," she said. "I see you had quite a vacation."
I began to laugh and cry at the same time as I nodded my head in
agreement. It was quite a vacation indeed.
Postscript:
I eventually went back to work, although I was now sent downstairs
to work as the receptionist. It was a demotion, but I didn't really
need the money as Master Robert took care of all of my needs.
The boss figured that I would be too much of a distraction to the
salesmen if I stayed on their floor, so he had me greeting our
customers as the walked in the door. They never knew that I was
perched on my stool with a remote controlled dildo stuffed in my
pussy. Every once and a while, Master Robert gives me a little
electric shock to remind me that he's thinking about me.
The sales staff knows all about this, and they have become the best
team in our part of the company because Master Robert brings me up
to his office at the end of each day and allows the man with the
day's biggest sale to have his way with me.
It's amazing how competitive these guys get when they haven't been
able to fuck me for a week or so. I'm told that the salesman who
wins the quarter will even get to take me home for a full week. I
can't wait.
I see that we've hired a new sales assistant. He is a slightly build
kid, fresh out of college. I don't know for certain that he's going
to be a new sissy destined for one of the other guys, but I
certainly hope so. Having a sissy sister would be so much fun.