The Sissy Factory
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Note:
The following journal entries are sanctioned by the overseers of the
Sissy Training Academy. STA staff believes that this history might prove
useful for the future training of young sissies. With that goal in mind,
Sissy 16452 has been authorozed to recount her experiences as part of
the graduation and release process. As always, STA welcomes any and all
comments regarding this sissy's account. Your thoughts are helpful in
deciding future training courses for our young charges.
Thank you for your attentions
Mistress Sapphire
Managing Trainer-Sissy Training Academy.
I groggily regained consciousness when I felt something painful shocking
my leg. I moaned in discomfort as the shocks traveled up and down my
leg. I tried to sit up to see what was happening, but found that I was
tied down tight to a metal gurney.
"Ah, I see Sleeping Beauty is back from her nap." It was the man who had
collected me at work. "Welcome back, sweetheart, I was beginning to
worry."
"Where?" I started to ask, but the man put his finger to my lips. "Shh,"
he said, "good sissies are seen, never heard."
"But," I said and was immediately rewarded with a slap to my face that
left me seeing stars. "You do not speak unless you are asked a
question," he said. "Is that clear?"
I swallowed and replied, "Yes." He slapped me once again and I
instinctively knew my mistake. "Yes, sir," I replied.
The smile returned to the man's face. "Good slut. Let me get you up to
speed."
"We've been busy getting you ready for your first day at the Academy,"
he explained. "We find that an unconscious sissy makes it easier for all
of the initial modifications."
"For example," he continued, "I'm sure you can feel your first round of
electrolysis. Finishing your leg now, but we've still got a lot of work
to do. I know it stings, but think of how great it will be to always be
sissy smooth."
I swallowed hard and said, "Thank you, Master."
"You're welcome, slut," he replied. "You may also notice some other sore
spots. We've gone ahead and pierced your tongue and put a pretty big
ring in your clit. We also removed your titty rings and replaced them
with bigger jewelry--the better to drag you around by, my dear," he
laughed.
"By the way, I am Master M. Nice to meet you," he added as an
afterthought. It wasn't a question, so I did my best to smile and nod.
"While we were there, we took care of your sissy identification tattoo,"
he continued, "Plus we tattooed eyeliner and lips on you. It's puffy
now, but it will look great in a couple of days. Plus, I love how your
lips are swollen--just like a real cocksucker."
"Can't wait to feel them around my cock," he added nonchalantly.
"After we get done Lasering off your hair, we're off to the beauty
salon. Mistress Gemini has some very specific ideas of how her sissies
should look. Don't resist, just smile and accept whatever they decide to
do to you, is that clear?"
"Yes, sir," I replied.
"Good," he continued. "I'm going to leave you here for the rest of the
procedure. Should take another hour or so. You're going to be a good
slut and stay quiet, aren't you?'
Once again, "Yes, sir," was the automatic reply.
I lay quietly as a man ran the laser over every inch of my body below my
scalp. It wasn't that painful, feeling like somebody snapping me with
rubber bands over and over again. The only part that really hurt came
when he started in on my balls and later when he went in around my
asshole.
In truth, the part that really hurt would be on the occasions when he
would reach over a squeeze my balls as hard as he could, or start
stretching my titties from my new nipple piercings. He would chuckle
sadistically whenever he did this, but I did not cry out.
When it was finally over, front and back, Master M returned to collect
me. He passed an envelope of cash to the tech, who then asked, "What
about my tip?"
"She's all yours," Master M replied. "But make it quick and stay away
from the lips. Don't want to fuck them up 'til they are healed."
The tech unbuckled me and grabbing my balls, he dragged me off the
gurney. I was thrown to the floor. No sooner did I get up on my knees
than the tech was on me. He spat on my asshole and then thrust himself
in like a man possessed. Taking my balls in his hand again, he yanked me
back and forth on his cock.
It only took a few minutes before he filled me with his seed and lay
panting on top of me. It was my first official sissy fuck. It would be
the first of many.
He pulled out noticed some shit on the tip of his cock. Master M stepped
in front of me and said, "Okay, slut here's an important lesson. A sissy
is always squeaky clean. Even if you're not, you still have to clean the
cock when your man is through. But not in your mouth this time, just the
tongue while you heal up."
Suddenly the cock appeared in front of me. I tentatively stuck out my
tongue to clean it. Thank god there wasn't much shit on it, just a speck
or two, but I could still smell it. I fought down my gag reflex and ran
my tongue over the cock until it was clean.
My reward for this was a geyser of piss splashing over my face. The tech
laughed as he said, "I love the look on their faces when they get their
first shower."
Master M nodded politely but motioned for the tech to wrap things up. He
handed me a towel and then dragged me naked, out into the car while I
did my best to sop up all the urine.
I was once again buckled in. Once again the rag came up to my face and I
slipped into unconsciousness.
I woke to a sharp smell flooding my senses, snapping me back into
consciousness.
"There she is," a middle-aged woman said as she pulled some smelling
salts away from my face. "My name is DeeDee." Master M coughed in the
background. "You may call me Mistress D."
"Now then," Mistress D continued, "Let's make you pretty."
She helped me to my feet. I was helped over and then securely tied down
to a salon chair. Mistress D went to get some supplies while a second
woman rolled over on a stool. "I've got something special for you," she
said with a sneer. "You're gonna love your new sissy nails."
She had a tall glass of iced tea in her hands. She placed it in between
my legs, the cold metal tumbler chilling my balls. I'm sure she thought
that this was painful to me, but after electrolysis on my scrotum, it
actually felt nice.
Mistress D returned with a tray full on blonde hair. "I see you met J.
She's going to take care of your nails. They are actually made of a non-
breakable polymer. Plus, we have a special compound that will soak right
into your natural nail bed. That means you're going to have these
beautiful nails that will never chip or break, and won't come off unless
you pull your actual nail off."
"Of course, they are two inches long already," J sneered, "And will grow
out another inch as your nail grows, so your hands are going to be
pretty useless from now on."
"Now then," Mistress D chided, "A sissy only needs her hands for one
thing, and these nails will look amazing sliding up and down some lucky
guy's cock."
The women laughed and set about working on me. Master D stood guard by
the door.
Mistress D began the process of giving me long blonde hair extensions.
My hair was already long, at least by guy standards, but now it fell
halfway down my back. It took several hours to complete, but she smiled
as she turned me to face the mirror. I gasped at what I saw.
For the first time I was allowed to see the new me--sissy 16452. I could
tell that I would be beautiful when all the swelling went down. Master D
was right, my tattooed lips practically screamed "insert cock here." My
eyes were still swollen, but the solid black liner that ringed them made
me look exotic. And the glorious mane of platinum blonde curls was
nothing short of stunning.
Tears filled my eyes. This was the girl I have always hoped to become.
Mistress D smiled and gave me a hug. "You're going to make a lot of guys
very happy," she whispered into my ear.
It was a sweet moment, but interrupted when J returned with a heavy box.
"Now, for the fun part," she said.
My hair was pulled high on my head and a thick piece of leather was
wrapped around my neck. J brought out a delicate-looking gold chain and
wrapped it around my neck. "It's pretty, but don't get too attached,"
she laughed as I noticed some movement in my periphery vision. It was
Master D wheeling over an acetylene welding unit.
J smiled as I tensed up. "This pretty little necklace is made of some
space-age metal. It will cut your head off before it breaks," she said
in an ominous tone. "Trust me, I've seen it happen."
I squealed as the torch was turned on and Master M began welding the
necklace closed. I closed my eyes and held perfectly still, fearful of
suffering a severe burn. It only took a few moments before the necklace
was locked around my neck forever.
J explained more as the metal cooled. "This pendant looks so pretty, but
it's actually a very expensive little piece of technology," she said.
"Like a sissy FitBit," Master M interjected and the whole room laughed.
"Like a sissy SlutBit," J corrected. "It tracks your every motion. Plus,
it connects to your control unit, so it can force you to do whatever
they want you to do."
I must have had a confused look on my face, so Mistress D stepped in to
explain. "Your chastity will be connected to an electro box that will
buzz nicely when you're obedient, but shock you mercilessly if you every
disobey an order."
"It can literally fry your balls off," J explained with a mad glee in
her voice, but Mistress D gave her a look and she calmed down.
"I'm sure that will never happen to this pretty little thing," she
cooed, "but, yes, the unit can be very severe. And when it's paired to
the pendant on your necklace, your Masters can force you to move however
they want."
"They can set it to punish you if you raise your head more than six
inches off the floor, making you crawl around on all fours for weeks and
weeks," she explained. "Or can punish you if they think you're not
putting enough motion into your blowjobs. No more just sucking the tip,
sweetie. You better bob up and down all the way on the shaft or you'll
be punished."
Master D stepped forward with the chastity device. "Time to get this
slut caged up tight," he said. J sat up straight and asked if she could
lock it on, but one look from Master D and she backed away.
He pulled my still-swollen balls through a base ring and then wrapped
another golden chain around my waist. The end links connected to the
interior of the cage, which was immediately positioned against the base
ring. I heard some metallic clicks as the cage closed shut. Green lights
appeared embedded in the metal, indicating that the cage was armed and
ready.
"Okay, sissy," Master M said, "Let's make you dance."
I was released from the chair and ordered to stand. Master M pulled out
his phone and opened a command module. "There are ten levels of
punishment," he said without an ounce of emotion in your voice. "Just
for reference, this is number 2."
He pushed a button and my world exploded. I dropped to the floor in
agony. It felt like somebody had ripped my balls off.
I couldn't speak. I could barely breathe. I rolled around in pain for
what felt like an eternity.
"Now it also has a pleasure mode," he explained, "but you'll have to put
in a lot of hard work before that gets switched on."
He looked at his watch and said we had a boat to catch. Tossing an
envelope over to Mistress D, he pulled me out of the salon. I was still
completely naked, other than my collar and cage. He didn't care.
Once again I was buckled in tight and chloroformed into unconsciousness.
I have no idea how long I was out.
I woke to find a doctor shining a light into my eyes. "She's good to
go," he said as he stood.
There was a small wooden crate on the floor. I looked too small to hold
a human being, but Master D and his helpers forced me inside.
There was a rubber tube on one end. I did as I was instructed and
wrapped my mouth around the tube. My arms were then pulled behind my
back and locked to the side of the box. "Not too tight," Master M
chided, "don't want to break her before we've had a chance to play."
My collar necklace was clipped to the front of the box. My chastity base
was locked to the bottom. I realized that I had been plugged and
catheterized and that the urine bag was secured to the side of the box.
Next came a series of monitor pads that were stuck to my chest. We
waited a moment while Master M checked his phone to make sure my vital
signs were being transmitted.
When he was happy that everything was good, he gathered up all of my
hair and stuffed it inside a black hood. The hood went over my face and
I was plunged into darkness. "Okay, fill her up," Master D said and felt
something slick being sprayed all over me.
It was a foam that expanded to fill every inch of the box as the lid was
screwed into place. Within fifteen minutes it was so solid that I was
having trouble breathing. Suddenly a voice popped up in my ears. "Calm
down, sissy," it said. "Take shallow breaths and you'll be okay."
I did as I was instructed and the panic subsided.
"Good girl," the mysterious voice said. "Now settle in. We've got a long
trip ahead of us."
I felt the box being lifted and put on a cart. I sat there, unable to
move. Eventually I felt myself being lifted by a crane and hoisted into
a ship's hold.
Then it was more waiting.
Finally, the voice returned. "We're about to get underway," it informed.
"To help you pass the time, I've got something for you to listen to." A
file started playing on a loop. It repeated hundred of times while I was
being shipped to who knows where. By the time we arrived and I was
unboxed at the Sissy Training Academy, I could recite it by heart. To
tell the truth, it would be stuck in my head for the rest of my days.
Sissy 16452 Initial Training Mantra
I am a sissy slut. I am nothing but a sissy slut. My purpose in life it
to be a sissy cum dump and serve my Masters. I will serve whoever Master
chooses, and I will serve them with all my heart because I am a sissy
slut.
I am a sissy slut. I will serve my Master with my sissy mouth. I will
suck whatever is placed in front of me. I will dedicate myself to
becoming the best sissy cocksucker ever, because I am a sissy slut.
I am a sissy slut. I will swallow whatever Master gives me, and always
thank him for my sissy treat. Nothing makes me happier than a mouthful
of cum or piss. Nothing tastes better than Masters cum or piss. I will
beg him to fill my mouth up each and every day because I am a sissy
slut.
I am a sissy slut. I am always eager for men to fuck my sissy pussy. I
will beg them to breed me and always moan like a true sissy slut, no
matter how they fuck me. I will always thank them for doing me the honor
of fucking me like a sissy slut. I live to be fucked because I am a
sissy slut.
I am a sissy slut. I will obey Master without question. I am his
property, so I know that he will protect me as his investment. I know
that I am too stupid to understand what is happening around me, so I
will trust in Master to keep me safe, because I am a sissy slut.
I am a sissy slut. I will do everything I can to be beautiful and as
feminine as possible. I will devote my every spare moment to perfecting
my feminine image because I am a sissy slut.
I am a sissy slut. I will wantonly flirt with whoever Master commands. I
will never say no to any order, sexual or other. I will always be happy
to say, "Yes, Master," or, "Thank you, Master," because I am a sissy
slut.
I am a sissy slut. I do not think. I only serve Master. I serve Master
and his friends however he commands. I will trust and obey him in all
things. That is my sole purpose in life because I am nothing but a sissy
slut.
Author's note: I hope you enjoy this series. I anticipate a multi-part
story where our sissy heroine is whisked away to sissy school, trained,
punished and ultimately finds happiness as a sissy. I appreciate any and
all comments from readers. I will also seriously consider any
suggestions you might have for sissy 16452.
Thank you in advance for your input;
xoxox - Sissy Michelle, aka Emshoninque
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