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A LITTLE PSA FROM JO: Kirsten has finished writing her update on the day for you all, but I've just taken the netbook from her to add a little something of my own. I want to thank you all for taking an active part in her adventures. The truth and the fantasy. If I sometimes seem a little pushy in the feedback comments about the targets I set....That is because I can only have Kirsten at certain times and days because of work, personal lives, etc. And as I read your amazing suggestions, I want you to have as much fun as she does and perhaps even live a little vicariously through her. As I keep saying, she's your toy now; not just mine. Thank you Lisa G for reminding me of this: Besides, the waiting is probably worse for Kristen. I'm sure it certainly is, Honey. I've found out Kirsten has told me an incredible lie or two. You'll see more in the story she has written for you. Because of this, I have decided to escalate my fun and put her in a position where her wife will have no doubt about what she is. A submissive sissy desperate for attention. You'll see what happened in a minute.... She also, by not doing something, is about to face a fantastic punishment. You'll see by the end of the story what it is. Feel free to join in and have some fun with her if you want to. You'll see how soon..... Okay, I'm sending her home now. I'm switching up the target this time. Over ten feedback suggestions and you have until towards the end of next week (early October) when I expect to see Kirsten next.... But, and again, you'll see what I mean by the end of her account of the day....... Kirsten must also receive at least three emails. I promise she'll reply to everyone who contacts her as I'll be monitoring her email account. I'm sure she'll give you a good time.... Or else.... JO OUT I took the netbook from her and read what she had written, not believing her conclusion. "Jo, you're deliberately encouraging people to email me with requests for...." I started to cry. This was getting too much. "Go on home, sissy. And think about the kind of messages you might start receiving. And what your wife will say when she sees you like this." ********************************** For once I'm not writing this at a restaurant or while I'm eating. I'm on a tram returning from Manchester to Altrincham where our cars are parked. Jo is sitting a bunch of seats away, but where she can see people's reactions and hear their comments. She's given me a banana, but it's not to eat. Every few minutes she nods and I....Jesus. I entertain it with my mouth. She said I have to keep practising my technique because I never knew when I'd have....When I'd have the real thing in my mouth. Whether in real life or an email fantasy. No idea what she's talking about there. So, ocasionally when I start to play with the banana, a traveller will move away, disgusted. But it's fairly busy, near rush hour, so if you get stuck near me you're pretty much out of options. Have a giggle and enjoy the show. I'm sure you know the score, but probably about a month ago I ran into an old (almost) girlfriend who used to have a lot of fun with me. It had been years and I carelessly challenged her that I wasn't submissive anymore. She's had me under her spell since, but worse, she has me telling what happens here for all to read....and also invites the readers to have fun, too, at my expense. And a whole bunch of you seem to dig that, perhaps not realising what's actually happening to me here. So, whereas I'll usually polish and rewirte my stoires. Here that's not the case. Jo has me type them quick and keep them raw, so excuse any spelling mistakes, typos, etc..... *************************************** "I'll do truth or fiction about my last story, but only if you tell me something," I insisted at the start of the day. Jo had told me to meet her at Altrincham, where we boarded a tram for Manchester city centre. It seemed too easy, but I was sure after her cruel games that the rug could be pulled from under me at any point. I was wearing lingerie and a blouse, that was unmistably feminine. White and sheer, the lace cups of the same coloured bra clearly visible. But male trousers and male shoes. No make-up. No fucking tiara! Stupid tiara. Jo laughed. "Is Kirsten actually taking her small balls out of her handbag and pretending she's a man?" "Look, it's been bugging me. What did you say to the waiter back at Pizza Hut the other week?" Jo smiled. A little chess game was afoot. "I'll tell you....if you start being a little more honest with me and your readers." "What do you mean?" I asked. "I've been watching you for a few days...." she said, the words slowly sinking in. That was actually quite scary. She seemed to respect the limits (to an extent) of our game and had always promised not to disrupt my marriage. I didn't know she was....following me? "I just wanted to check something out. You lied, didn't you?" "About what? No," I panicked. "If I did it was unintentional and-" "You don't have a son, do you?" she noted. Shit. Shit! That was my safety net. I figured if she thought I had a kid and her games got too much, she wouldn't mess with me and- "Why did you lie?" she asked bluntly. Well that ruse was up. I confessed I thought a child might protect me a little from anything too humiliating and.... "Go on," Jo encouraged as the tram pulled into a stop. A few people got on. One woman clocked my blouse and smiled without understanding. "We hadn't seen each other for so long, since you used to make me do stuff like this....I always thought we'd be together back in the day and when you saw me....I just wanted you to think of me....think of me as a man." She laughed. "I didn't know all this was going to start up again and I thought for those brief few minutes when we bumped into each other you would think I had...." "Who did you think you were fooling? Why do you think I checked you out a bit more? That tiny clit was never going to be capable of producing a kid. What about your wife? How does she manage with it?" "Jo, please don't....It's embarrassing and-" "What do you think this ais about?" Jo sneered. "This is just like the old days." "God....Look, she....It's....We used to have a good time and she's always supported my cross-dressing. But for the last year or so she hasn't let me....Unless I go down on her I'm not allowed to touch her that way." Jo smiled. "Anything else a sissy like you wants to share?" Don't want to..... "She used to let me finger her but she said it....She said it reminds her that my finger is bigger than my cock so I'm not allowed to do that anymore." Jo burst into laughter. "That's fucking brilliant! I like her already. What did she think of your earrings?" "She wasn't too impressed. Said it was too much without her permission. Made me....Since then I've had to sleep in the guest room." For a moment I'd forgotten my question. "What about the waiter at Pizza Hut?" "I told him about the email address you'd left for him on the rest room wall. Did you ever hear from him? Or anybody else?" Goddamn it. I hadn't even been to the toilet. Jo had left an email address. "No," I lied. Truth was nobody else had been in touch, but the waiter had. Maybe he scrubbed the wall clean after he'd found what Jo had left for him on the wall when she went to the rest rooms before she left. I was absolutely terrified when I'd read his message asking to meet so I deleted it before I could be tempted to- "You silly girl!" Jo snapped. Crap. She's reading over my shoulder. "You think I wouldn't see this? And after what I tried to set up, you didn't even answer. Oh, there's going to be a sweet, juicy payback for this later." "Jo, don't....Look at it mfrom my point of view. I've never done it before-" "But you want to?" "Jo, don't keep making me say it-" "But the more you admit it, the more you'll come to understand your place. Slut. Well," she laughed. "Fantasy Slut. Wannabbe Slut." "Okay. I want to suck cock." "And you will." "And I will," I confessed. "But it's got to be right. The timing. The place." "Jesus, Kirsten," she laughed. "This isn't Pretty Woman. You'll take what you can get." I couldn't face her. "Yes, Jo," I finlly admitted. "I just want to find out how badly I love it." ***************************************** "So, your turn," she told me. We were about twenty minutes out of Manchester. My heart was pounding at what might happen. What she --- or you ---- would make me do. But at the same time, somewhere deep down, a love for the attention and humiliation that I couldn't control. It, however, had a tight grip over me. "What do you mean?" "The game we always play. Truth or fiction from your account of our previous time together." I thought about what had happened. What I'd written.... I did used to work as her maid. It was never anything too strict and kind of fun, until the day her boyfriend visited. Wehn I got called up to her bedroom I was too terrified to do anything. I didn't try to suck his massive cock, or clean her out with my mouth and tongue. But they did make me strip and I had to stand next to him marvelling at his giant dick whereas mine, even though it was getting hard, barely cleared a couple of inches. I had to shop for a tiara and necklace and a purse. Just a girly one for fun and because well I didn't....Because I didn't gush you had my ears pierced. I must say it was quite sneaky how you convinced the woman in Claire's to go along with that. "Thank you," Jo nodded. Okay, deep breath. I did have to wear my tiara in Pizza Hut and you did set me up for an email with the waiter. But the banana incident happened privately in the car. "Which was?" Jo asked...."For anybody who missed our previous adventure." "You're starting to train me to....To suck cocks. But all you'll let me have so far is a banana." "Maybe not next time," she whispered, and of course, we all now know she wasn't joking. "And did you send me that picture in your little Princess outfit?" I blushed as the tram pulled into another stop. "Yes," I confessed. "I just want...." "Say it, Sissy Kirsten," she said loudly as a couple of people boarded the tram. They looked and got a kick out of my top and the visible bra. "I just want to please you." Jo smiled and we were silent for a minute. "Manchester is probably about fifteen minutes out," she told me. "Time for a quick story from our past. Tell them about the drive-thru...." ************************************** Flashback time to when we were younger...... It was just a dice game. There was lots of times she would send me out for dinner at the local KFC and before each time she had me roll a set of pink dice. She had allocated different things for diiferent results. Sometimes I would have to go wearing make-up, other times a wig; sometimes a blpouse or a skirt, other times a dress, or a combination of two or three rolls- "Oh, stop it," she said. "You know which time I want them to hear about." I hadn't thought about it in years, although for a while it had become a gorgeous memory to jerk off to. "Really?" she mused. "Maybe we'll do it again one day." "No way," I said, shaking my head, but knowing anything was possible. There was one dice roll I was mortified by and I dodged it for a while. But the odds dictated it would come up eventually and sure enough.... Getting to the car wasn't too bad. It was a quick run out of her front door, down the garden and across the street. Nobody saw me even though I nearly tripped in the high heels. And the drive wasn't awful except for one stop light where a few teenagers pulled up next to me and pissed themselves laughing at what I was wearing. Then I had to queue for a minute or so at the drive-thru. I sat as low as I could so nobody could see me and it seemed to work. Ordering the food was no problem. But when I pulled up to the window the guy inside.... Well he couldn't contain himself. He called a colleague over, who couldn't believe what he was seeing and then shouted to his colleagues to check a bank of security monitors. He deliberately placed the bag of food just inside the window hatch so I had to get out of the car and- Everybody saw me! The staff inside, the cars behind. A horn beeped drawing even more attention to me. I paid for the food and reached in to grab the bag, but for just a second the KFC guy nudged it away. When I reached in further I could see just how I looked on their bank of monitors. A guy in a skirt and high heels....Stockings....Thinking he was all pretty....But Jo had only given me a lacy bra to wear. I had not been allowed a top. "God...." I moaned back then, cum starting to fill my panties. I couldn't help it. Without warning I was drenched. I grabbed the food and ducked into the car. Got out of there. "What happened next?" Jo asked. "Jo, don't-" I pleaded. "It just goes to your slut training. That so many have requested, I'll add. A little reminder of who you are." Jo had told me to order my chicken fillet burger without mayo. She probably knew what would happen while I was out. It had happened before. So on this occasion she made me scoop some of the cum out of my panties and use it as mayo on my chicken burger. "And you ate every last bite, didn't you?" Yes, I thought. "And you loved it, didn't you?" "Yes," I whispered. "What happened later?" she asked. "I thought we might make love and-" "Sure, Juliette. Like that was going to happen. I mean a few days later." "You sent me into the restaurant in my male clothes and...." "Say it." "They recognised me. Whenever you sent me in as a man they always recognised me and took the piss out of me because I was the guy who liked to dress up in a bra. I hated going there." ******************************************* Dressed as I was, the lingerie and sheer blouse, walking through Manchester wasn't too bad. Sure some people stared and had a laugh, but most didn't even notice. A skirt or a dress would have really caught their eye, but it was only those that got up close that actually bothered. And because it was just a blouse (admittedly with a bra underneath) the humiliation was very slight compared to what I'd been through. And then I saw where we were going. ******************************************* When we entered, Jo smiled at the receptionist. "Two o' clock appointment for Kirsten," she said. "Right this way, Love," the young, pretty receptionist said and led us to a chair. Because I was behind Jo, the receptionist hadn't noticed what I was wearing. She gestured for Jo to have a seat, but Jo stepped back. "Sorry, this is Kirsten," she said, and I watched as everybody --- clients and staff alike --- looked at me. "Is that okay?" I wanted to vanish. Just teleport me out of there. But the woman glanced over my shoulder and I suspected she was getting permission from somebody. In a mirror I saw a woman nod. "Of course, sit down there, Sweetie, and Andrea will be with you shortly." I sat and waited, dreading what was about to happen. Because of the other people my begging was low, and Jo simply smiled, revealing a print-out --- those fucking print-outs --- from herf handbag. "The early vote was for hair and nails," she said. "So no surprises where we'll be heading next." "Jesus, Jo, I've got work tomorrow and-" "You mostly work by yourself. Now, be a good girl or this day could go horribly for you." I tried to relax as she considered the sheet: "Here's a few comments for you. Mindi Harris says 'Would be fun to take Kirsten for a cute hairstyle'....Kelsanne said 'I think Jo should take Kirsten to have her hair styled next, in some way that Kirsten's wife can not fail to notice'. Elaine added 'The consensus seems to be hair and nails,especially for the wife. I'll go with that next'. Then there was-" "Jo, please stop. Just don't, okay? I'll do anything-" "Oh, I know you will," Jo said, as the woman I assumed to be Andrea approached. She was in her thirties. Very attractive, which made this humiliation even worse. "Aren't you a pretty thing?" she smiled. "What can I do for you today?" I was about to answer when Jo cut in: "Kylie said she thinks you'll look good with highlights in your hair." I noticed she wasn't reading from the sheet. She probably couldn't say what Kylie had said. I imagined something along the lines of force him to get highlights, or make him look pretty with highlights. "Jo," I whispered. Andrea tussled with my hair. "It's not very long, but we can certainly give it a little flair. Shape it and add some volume. Sound nice?" She looked in the mirror for my reaction and I felt Jo kick me slightly. "Yes," I smiled. "Please. I think highlights would look great." ****************************************** Even the shampoo and rinse felt ridiculous to me. There was no asking for a graded buzz cut here. And that was before she started cutting and shaping, adding curlers to lift my hair and some weird foil pieces that I figured were for the highlights. I noticed a few people seemed to take real offense at me being there. One client clearly asked if she could go upstairs, and another was led up by one of the hairdressers. I asked Andrea if things were okay. Their reaction was actually quite hurtful. "Don't worry," she assured me, "you're as welcome as the next girl." That raised a laugh from Jo. "But this is pretty ususual," she continued. "Certainly a first for me." I was enjoying the chat, if only she wasn't.... I mean, my hair was being styled like a woman! It took a couple of hours and I couldn't help but gasp when she said she was finished. My hair wasn't much shorter, but it was cut in a cute pixie style that really set the blonde highlights off. For a moment I was lost, thinking about how I would look when I next dressed. Just for myself at home without femization or sissification. Whatever it was Jo was doing. I was going to look so pretty.... Attractive even, if I got my make-up right like I had been taught. "Thank you," I whispered. "That should last you a month or so and then come on back for a touch up," she said, spinning the chair. "A little make-up and you'll look beautiful." ****************************************** There was no surprise at what happened next, since Jo had pretty much already told me. It was turning into another one of her combination outings. "Next time...." I began, because I knew there would be a next time.... "Can we just do one thing?" "Well, it depends how girlie I feel like making you. I think you seemed pretty calm in there when Andrea was done. Did you forget something?" "What?" I asked. Jo laughed. "You're in work tomorrow. You're going to look so pretty with your new hair style and your new, gorgeous nails." She eased me through the door of the salon. Shit, i thought. I'd actually gotten lost in the moment. "Will this cut out somehow? Or wash out?" Jo laughed as we sat and waited a minute for a spot at a long table to be vacant. A middle aged woman waved Jo in. "You or your...." "I hope you don't mind, she's my sissy friend and would like her nails done." The woman looked at me. "Nice hair. Come on over. So long as she pays like anybody else." I sat down and Jo grinned when the woman looked at her for instruction and not me. "Well, a lot of your friends online asked for your nails to be done," Jo explained, and then considered the nail technician. "How about gel extensions.?" "No problem," she said and gestured for me to hold out my trembling hands. "She really is a sissy, isn't she? Stop shaking." I tried my best. "I'm going to give you a little buff and tidy, and then we'll set about extending your nails and-" "Extending? I thought you were just going to put a nail polish on them. Jo...." She grinned because this was the most open she'd been with a woman while we were out. "What? Please? Don't? Stop? Are you going to get up and walk away?" My God. I swear my brain was telling my legs to get moving while I had the chance, however rhetorical. But my ass just remained planted in the seat. The nail technician shrugged and continued about her work matter-of- factly. "It's three coats. Each one will have to be cured. Keep your hand still and place it in that slot when I tell you. There's a UV light down there." "Jo, can we think about this?" I asked. "You do actually need to think about something," the woman said to Jo. "I'd like you to choose her top coat." I looked around. Top coat? It was quite nice out....I spotted an empty coat rack. "I see why you had those blonde highlights done," the woman smiled. "It'll take about an hour, but so long as you look after them, the nails will last a couple of weeks." What the hell? "A couple of weeks...." What was my wife going to say? The earrings were bad enough, but now I had a girlie hair style and....Shit, I was actually getting nail extensions! "Jo....Jo....please....Can we stop?" She hushed me. "Can't you see I'm busy choosing your top coat." *********************************************** At least they were not bright red. Or pink. The colour Jo had chosen was somewhere in the middle. It was actually quite a nice, soft colour. If I was just putting some nail polish on it might be one I'd choose. But not like this.... I held up my hands. My nails were curved and extended out beyond my fingers. "You're going to have to be careful," the woman warned me. "Opening doors, using your phone. Opening cans. Driving....Just watch what you're doing or you'll have wasted your money." I looked at Jo, the strangest thing popping in my head. "How do I put tights on without laddering them?" The nail technician laughed. "You'll figure it out," Jo told me. Outside Jo surprised me with one last stop. When she first said we were going somewhere else I thought she had come to her senses. We were maybe going to a salon to have my hair re-done, the nails removed. The fun had been the immediate humiliation and nothing long- term.... But my hope was short-lived. She stopped in front of the food court at the Arndale Centre. "I just fancy a bite to eat before-" "No," I said. "I can't. Not there." "Why? There's a lot of choice. Something for everybody. I'm sure you'll find a nice salad." "No, Jo. But-it's....Shelley...." "Who? Come along," she told me, and we stepped onto the escalator that led up to the food court. "No, Jo. Shelley works here. Maggie's best friend." Jo made a pantomime gesture, slapping her hands onto her cheeks. "You mean your wife's best friend works where you are about to eat with a nice girlie hair cut and fancy new nails. How could this possibly happen?" "Jo, don't-" The escalator was nearing the top and I could see the crowds at the many tables, the different establishments around the curved edge. I started to step backwards on the rising escalator, but people were behind me. "What does it matter?" Jo said. "After the earrings, there's no hiding this when you get home." "But, Jo," I continued. Shit. We reached the top and stepped into the food court area. "Jo, wait. Please....Maggie has always supported my cross-dressing, but it's a secret. None of her friends know. If they all find out....Jo, what will they do?" "Bitches can fall in line," Jo grinned. "Don't forget you're my sissy. Maybe I'll work with them and invite them to join-" "Jo, stop it. Let's just get out of here," I said, as she walked us around the perimeter, choosing where to eat. I didn't know where to look. Shelley could be anywhere. She didn't work in any one of the food establishments but attended the tables. "Jo, please....Let's go." She rummaged for the print-out. I couldn't believe it. You did this....the readers....I stopped dead in my tracks and she nudged me on. "This has been a common theme since we started up again," Jo explained. "Here's one of the more recent comments from Kelsanne: ' I think Jo should highlight the danger a little more by taking her somewhere where there is every chance her wife, or someone her wife works with will see her. Love Jo by the way.' Thanks, Sweetie. A lot of your readers want you to feel the risk of being discovered by somebody who knows your wife. Or in some instances, which I'm sure I'll explore one day, somebody who knows you. " "What do you mean?" I asked, scared. "Your friends. Your male buddies." I was barely hearing her. "Jo, this is insane. Are you people crazy?" I said, starting to panic. Again, God, I know I've brought this on myself, if I'm seen by Shelley that's one thing. But if she tells Maggie she's seen me, and Maggie is still in a stinker of a mood over the earrings, I was pretty sure Maggie would spill about the way I loved to dress and then the gossip train would be out of the station. Nobody would ever look at me the same again....I'd never know who knew....Unless....Jesus, what if they did something as well? Or it could create a nice environment where I could dress more and be supported. "Has that Princess outfit gone to your head?" Jo asked. "This isn't a fairy-tale." "Please, Jo. Let's get out of here." "But I'm so hungry," she tormented me. "Come on, come on," I said. "Let's go." Jo took my hand and led me towards the escalator. Thank God. Get me out of here. "You know, I think this is actually better. If she saw you. you'd know and that would be that," she teased. "But now you don't know whether you've been seen or not." God, she was right. Shelley could be laughing her ass off right now. I looked around. All clear- Shit, shit. She was there and looking in my direction. I spun around and almost tripped in my haste to reach the escalator, drawing more attention to myself. Jo laughed and waved to the stranger, making her more curious. I almost ran down the escalator, out of sight, pushing by people who must have been wondering what I was doing. Especially dressed how I was, and looking like I did. Shit. What if she'd seen me? I couldn't stop shaking. ************************************* While we waited for the tram, the stop in Picadilly Gardens quite busy, Jo offered me that cruel smile. "Come on, Jo. What can be left today?" She read from her goddamn paper. I swear to God I was going to break into her home and fuck her printer up! "This one is for Sissy Kylie," Jo began. "Say thank you Sissy Kylie." I stared at her as people stared at me. The guy with the highlights in his hair and nails. In a sheer blouse. Showing his bra. Fuck me....what was I doing out here? I thought as pre-cum dribbled out of my clit, as it had been all day creating a sweaty, sticky mess. I looked down as some of the crowd disappeared onto a tram. "Thank you, Sissy Kylie," I mumbled. Jo began to read: "Maybe get her gussied up and take public transport home. Do it at a time where she has to race her wife home in order to keep her sissy side hidden." "So that's what this was about?" I whispered. "The tram rides?" Jo nodded. "There's not much point in racing home because your wife is going to see you, anyway. But I think you're pretty gussied up, and here comes a tram. Now, I want you to sit by yourself and whenever I give you a discrete signal you know what to do with this." She opened her handbag and handed me a banana. "Jo, please don't make me sit by myself. It's one thing to walk around, or be sat with you....But by myself everybody will be staring at me." "I know," Jo chuckled. "And you're just going to sit there with your gorgeous hair and wonderful nails, occasionally adjusting your bra. And, well, practising that special technique of yours on that banana...." Our tram pulled in and she leaned towards me, whispering: "Or should I say cock." ******************************************** The shame was incredible, just sitting with so many people staring at me. Like I said, some moved away when I let my mouth envelope that banana....I closed my eyes imagining it was something even bigger, harder, and, along with the rhythm of the tram rattling around, with people everywhere, and....no, no....I started to cum....And the more I panicked, the more I ejaculated. I managed to cover myself so any staining wasn't apparent and squeezed my tiny clit between my legs so it would spurt towards my pussy rarther than all over my trousers. Oh, God....What had I done? I looked at Jo as I fidgeted around and she knew, she knew what had happened. She only nodded and I had to keep on with that banana....It was horrible and I felt terrible. If I had made it home I would have asked Jo if I could entertain myself and I would have masturbated furiously....but now.... I felt awful about who I was and what was being done to me. That would pass, but it would take a while..... I wanted to hide my nails, but couldn't because if I stuffed them in my pockets the stains would be so apparent. But if I left my hands on my lap, everybody could see them....And that brought more attention to.... "No...." I whispered, as another spurt leaked between my legs to my pussy. I kept one hand on my lap and continued with the banana that was becoming soggy. Perhaps that's how a real cock feels after it has been finished off, the hard-on ebbing away. A couple of tears slipped out as we reached Altrincham, the end of the line. I let the people around me get off before I left, trying to cover the stains. Jo was on the platform waiting. "Did you enjoy that?" she asked. "I want to go home," I told her. "Let me go home now?" "Even after that," she said as we walked over the bridge to the car park, "still seeking permission. You really are my girl again, aren't you?" I tried not to answer, but: "Yes, Jo." "It's interesting what happened. That pleasure you felt. Your readers have made so many wonderful suggestions, a lot of them popping up over and over....What do you say?" "Thank you, Kind Readers," I whispered. "Please keep your ideas coming." Jo sniggered. "Some common themes for you to look forward to over the coming months-" "Months? Jo, what the-?" "That's right. As long as your readers will have me, I'll be here." We neared the cars. "What common themes?" I asked, dreading what might be suggested. "Oh, just some little things. Chastity. Training in how and when you experience pleasure. Cum control," she grinned. "You could obviously use some of that. Maybe we should get you into pad and panty-liners and stop nasty stains like that. What else? Blow jobs, obviously. And we're moving in that direction, aren't we?" "Yes, Jo," I said meekly, my clit smaller than ever, drenched in cum. "Some of your readers love the idea of subtle suggestions, so we'll do some of that soon. And remote controlled prostate stimulators....oh, my. And, of course, now we have a couple of wildcards." "What do you mean?" I asked, exhausted by the day and all that had happened. "Well, your wife, of course," she said, "especially now I know the truth about your marriage. And Shelley. That ticking time-bomb. Imagine if your general cross-dressing is discovered. What will your wife do then, with her friends." "Jo, please...." I began, and then realised I didn't even know what I was begging for, what could possibly fix this. I was screwed. "Sit and write your story," she told me, "and then we can both go home." ******************************* "So I've decided how I'll punish you for not replying to the waiter and deleting his kind email to you," Jo told me when I explained the story was ready and finished. Jo was a trickster. After writing the story I'd forgotten all about her promise of payback. "Jo, just leave it," I said, even though I was horny and hungry after writing all this, my previous orgasm on the tram a memory. "No, no," she said, shaking her head. "Maybe this will help. You'll either love it or hate it. But at least then you'll know." "Jo, what have you done?" "I did a little writing myself. It's an ad for some adult sex sites I've found and-" "Jesus, Jo. You better not. That could get me into real trouble. What if the guy isn't kind and-?" She started to laugh. "You don't want to stop me because of what it is I'm doing; you're just worried he might not be gentle with you. Blow jobs are great, Sweetie. You're going to love giving them. Here. Read it." I spent a second reading and felt the tears slipping from my eyes. She gently brushed them away. "Please don't," I managed to whisper. She held me in her arms for a moment, tenderly. She seemed so strong. I wished I could be like her. Not weak. Her voice was soft, a sexual lullabye: "Think about it, Kirsten. This is your very first step to tasting that hard cock you've longed for. Stroking it. Holding it. Kissing it and licking it. Sliding your mouth up and down and wrapping your tongue around it as you pull away with the first taste of cum on your lips, keeping him at the brink, going slow, slow so you can savor your first time until-" "Okay, okay. Stop. But not like this. You arrange something," I begged, my clit small and hard. I was ready to explode. "Please. One of your friends or-" "I'm not your pimp, you little slut." I read the ad again. If I was careful, real careful, would it be so bad? Meeting a stranger and sucking him off without repercussions or consequence? Jo smiled. "You want this, don't you?" I nodded. "Yes. Please, Jo. Please make it happen for me." "Share it with your readers. Maybe they have something to say to you." "Do I have to? Can't we just keep this part between us?" "They're following your girly adventures. Jesus, Kirsten, they're as big a part of this as I am." I nodded. Somehow over the last few weeks or so, not only had my submissive desires been rekindled and completely overwhelmed me, I had managed to become a sissy toy for my readers on Fictionmania. And from what I heard from Jo, some of them really enjoyed putting me through my pink paces. "Read it," Jo commanded softly. "Cross-dresser," I began, mumbling. "Hey," Jo told me. "Nice and clear for anybody passing by." "Jo," I hissed. "Somebody might really want-" "Just get over yourself, Wannabee Slut," she laughed. "Cross-dresser," I said, nice and clear, reading the ad. "Probably transgender. Thinks she's pretty, but doesn't pass. Loves to dress and fantasize. Enjoys humiliation. Ready for next step in reality. Looking for first blow job. Then many more. Slut in waiting. If location doesn't work, can't wait to become your very own private email slut." I looked at her, not believing what she was about to do. "Carry on reading," she said. "Contact Kirsten, slut in waiting, [email protected]" I finished. "Jo, it's too much. Anybody could answer. Please don't post this-" She started to laugh. "What is it?" I asked. "Your face? I'm not going to post that ad. I told you. I'm not your pimp." "Then what?" I asked. Her giggles were out of control for a second. "Just repeat the email address and tell all your readers what you want," she told me. "[email protected]...." I began, doing as I was told. "I'm a slut. I'm desperate to taste cock. Finally. I'm thinking about every man I see. If I can't because of location or because I'm scared, I'd love to be a private email slut for anybody who writes to me." "That's just perfect," Jo told me. "Now put your story online." "So I can keep this private? Via email?" I said hopefully. "Well," Jo mused. "That's up to you and who contacts you." "That's it. You have to tell the readers if you're going to post the ad so they know how this one ends." "I told you already, I don't need to post the ad," she said simply, and then continued slowly, so it was nice and clear: "I told you at the start of this story....You are such a silly girl. You've just told all your readers what you want. That if you can't suck cock yet you'd love to be a little email slut for anybody who gets in touch. This is a good place to start. This is your very own ad." I couldn't believe what was happening. "Now, I just want to add something at the start......" Jo told me, taking the netbook and starting to type.....