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Sissy Hunters
By Meganprincess
I am writing this from the Grand-Hotel du Cap-Ferrat in the south of
France. A few years ago, staying at a place like this would have been a
mere dream. My husband was a policeman back then. What we had wasn't a
glamorous life and we barely managed to pay our bills. Paul was usually
unhappy and started to drink too much due to the stress of his job. I
was frustrated and didn't know what to do with myself. And then one day
I discovered Tumblr. What a place! I stumbled upon it when I was
looking for furniture, of all things. But then one click led to another
and I found a whole world of freaky blogs. Blogs by exhibitionists and
sadists. Blogs by swingers and strippers. But what really got my
attention were all the blogs by sissies. It amused me to look at their
posts. All these lonely, desperate "beta" males posting captions about
feminization. So many of them seeking guidance. And so many fantasies!
Along the way I stumbled upon related blogs by financial dommes who
clearly took advantage of sissies on a regular basis. Soliciting huge
"tributes" for little or nothing in return: a picture of painted
toenails or feet, a fake picture of some anonymous model, a photo of
soiled panties. It was very obvious to me that many of these women were
just men ripping of horny sissies. And then there were all the fake
mistress blogs. Pretty much operating on the same principle but at
least offering advice and guidance in the feminization process.
Something about all of this intrigued me. So I set up my own Tumblr
blog. I had no idea what I was doing but I figured that since I was a
real woman I would have an edge on all the fakers out there. Overnight
I became Princess Megan, trainer of sissies. I didn't even ask for
money. I just did it for fun at first. And boy, did I learn a lot! I
kept all of this a secret from Paul. It was just so entertaining and
educational. Within days of setting up my blog I was swamped with
messages. Pleading and begging sissies hungry for female attention and
humiliation. All of them declaring how sincere they were. How they
would do ANYTHING to get transformed into a girl. As I got to know
these Tumblr sissies I discovered that many of them had the same exact
fantasy: to give up all control to a dominant woman, be completely and
irreversibly feminized, and to be whored out. Wow! I also learned how
many sissies just fantasize, jerk off, and go back to their frustrating
normal life as pseudo men. 99% of them are not really serious. They
THINK they are when they are fantasizing and wearing a frilly pair of
panties but they are not really prepared to do the work. Too lazy to
practice makeup. Too scared to go to the hair salon for a pretty updo.
Terrified of wives, roommates, bosses, friends, family, and coworkers.
I took on a few sissies in the early days and found all of this out. A
typical message would read:
"Please, please, please Princess Megan train me to be a girl. I want to
be a total slut. I will do anything you say. Please? Please?"
Usually these pathetic wimps couldn't even complete the first simple
task. A task like sending me a photo of them in panties at work. They
had every excuse in the book. They couldn't get alone to take the pic.
They used a company phone that could be monitored. They didn't wear
panties to work because they were afraid someone would see them. Or,
even worse, they would lie and send an old picture of them in panties.
Usually with a giveaway in the background that proved that they were in
their bedroom and not at work.
I devised other simple tasks too, to separate the fake sissies from the
serious ones. One of my favorites was to tell them to put on a pretty
dress, makeup, and a wig and drive to a cheap gas station. Once there,
they were to buy a gay magazine like Playgirl at the counter and ask
the clerk to take a picture of them holding it up. The store in the
background would confirm that the picture was legitimate. Now, keep in
mind that these sissies all told me that their biggest wish was to
become slutty girls. And yet the excuses kept coming:
"Princess Megan, I live in a small town and none of the gas stations
sell those magazines."
"My roommates came home early, Princess Megan, and I couldn't go out."
And on and on. All of the excuses clearly bullshit. But those early
days taught me a lot and by the time I told Paul about a new plan of
mine to make us money, he was totally into it. The main thing I learned
in those early months was how to effectively sissy hunt. The ideal
candidate is between 20 and 30, lives alone, and has few friends or
relatives. 99 out of 100 Tumblr sissies were unsuitable for my new
scheme. But that 100th? Well, that was the perfect sissy, prime to be
exploited by me and my husband. While I hunted, my husband worked in
the background and recruited a few old friends and "associates" to
handle other necessary details. But more on that in a bit.
My first successful sissy hunt resulted in Alyssa, a panty wearing
pansy formerly known as Alan. When Alan first contacted me, he seemed
just like all the rest. But he surprised me and completed task after
task. By the end of three months, I had him completely feminized when
not at work. Competent at doing his makeup and conditioned to be
aroused by gay porn. I video chatted with him in the first weeks and
made sure that the magic words "Alyssa" and "Good girl" triggered his
sissy clitty and sunk him deeper into submission. As the weeks went by,
I only let him hear my voice. Eventually he would not hear or see me at
all ever again. In the meantime, I had gathered pictures of Alyssa. In
miniskirts, sucking on dildos, jacking off to videos of men stroking
their cocks. I gathered information too: his full name, his work
address, etc.
Meanwhile, Paul was busy in the neighborhood of our target. Installing
cameras in Alyssa's little apartment out of a fake utilities van.
Injecting her food and drinks with female hormones. Arranging for men
to start contacting her for sex. Of course, she ignored these male
overtures at first. At the same time, I dropped the hammer. I exposed
my new pet. I sent an anonymous file of compromising texts along with
sissy photos of Alyssa to her boss and coworkers. Which worked like a
charm. She was fired. Desperate and crying, the little sissy messaged
me. I acted like I couldn't help. She said she would lose her car. She
said she couldn't find another job. She said she looked like a girl now
with her long hair and mysteriously growing breasts. I remained aloof.
A few weeks later, she did lose her car and was getting hungry, too.
Her few remaining friends shunned her as a tranny freak. Her relatives
didn't want anything to do with her. Then I proposed an idea to little
sissy Alyssa: meet with a few men and pleasure them for money. Just
until she could figure out something better. At least it would keep a
roof over her head, right?
Paul immediately began to send over horny men to use Alyssa and the
cameras were turned on to finalize the blackmail. First just one or two
men a night were sent to knock on her door. With a little more time
(and desperation) Alyssa became accustomed to sucking and fucking
dozens of men a week - including her landlord. This process also
ensured that she became more and more conditioned to seek male
approval. I stopped talking to her altogether and let Paul control her.
By the end of the month a simple "good girl" or "Alyssa" from Paul on
video chat was enough to tent the tiny panties of our victim. At least
until she couldn't even make it hard anymore. But, oh my, did our
pathetic sissy crave male approval! A perfect little sissy bitch.
Completely broken by the time we arranged for her landlord to throw her
out on the street. Where one of Paul's "associates" was ready to pick
her up and offer her a nice place to stay. Well, not so nice, really. A
squalid cinderblock cube in the scariest part of a big city many miles
away from anyone Alyssa could possibly know. This is how my first real
sissy began her new life as a prostitute and I how I learned to be a
successful sissy hunter. Me and Paul still collect an on-going
commission for her nightly services as a working whore.
But that didn't get us into this swank hotel on the Riviera. Alyssa was
just the beginning. I fine-tuned the process over the years. Now we
invest more money upfront on our sissies but the return is HUGE. We do
such things as blackmailing the sissies with planted evidence of drug
dealing, forced breast implants, and intense brainwashing/conditioning.
The finished product is no longer sent to walk the streets as a common
prostitute. Now we sell our little pathetic feminized sluts to the
highest bidder on the black market. I have placed some these preening
frilly sissies in the "care" of wealthy businessmen and crimelords in
Thailand, Russia, and Germany.
My favorite part, well aside from the big payday at the end, is when
the sissy feels the trap being sprung on them. Right before I stop
talking to them and let Paul take over. When they feel betrayed by me
and send that last desperate message asking me why I am doing this to
them. I always reply the same way. I send them back the original,
pleading message that they sent to me when they begged to be trained:
"Oh, please Princess Megan train me to be a slut for men. I want to be
permanently feminized and whored out by you. I will do ANYTHING"
Lol !!!! Waiter, more drinks, please.....
The End
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