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Slippery Slope of Servitude
Sissy fiction by Meganprincess
It started when I was 18, really. There I'd be, in bra and panties and a
dress, flirting with men in my bed at my parent's house. Calm down! I'm just
talking about teasing them through email. Stroking my engorged clitty. I'll
explain. My habit was to routinely post lewd ads on Craigslist and then
eagerly open and respond to the flood of emails that would ensue. I would,
most often, just tease random horny men for an hour and then masturbate and
flake out on the poor guys after promising to meet up and be a slut for
them. Must have been so frustrating for them. All so eager to break in a
young sissy like me.
Everything changed the night I came home slightly drunk after hanging out
with some friends. I dressed up in a pink babydoll nightie and wrote a sexy
ad along my usual lines: "sissy seeks humiliation and degradation at hands
of her superiors. Wants to serve dom and be kept in chastity. Up for
blackmail and permanent feminization"
What changed? This time I actually went through with it after arranging a
meeting!
Let me backtrack a minute. My name is, or actually was, Sam. The men I have
just arranged to meet are named Mike and Danny. They are an older gay
couple. Mike is a part time sissy who is well aware of what buttons to push
to enslave a young sissy. Danny is the top in the relationship. I am about
to become their helplessly enslaved sissy slave. Here is how it happened....
Laying in my bed, half-drunk, I lightly teased my clitty through the nylon
of my pink panties as I read one of the responses to my latest ad. It read:
Hi, we are a gay couple that has been looking for a sissy like you to train,
humiliate, and feminize. We have our own place, lots of makeup and clothes
for you, and we are very kinky. We are very serious and expect you to learn
that you will be a sissy for life. We would love to take you out shopping
and get you sissy clothes for complete humiliation. We love to film and
take pictures. A complete record of your transformation as our feminized
whore will be kept. You will have to learn to give good oral and receive
anal as our permanent sissy slut.
Oh my God! This was it! I couldn't resist. I quickly firmed up the
arrangements. Since I couldn't drive yet, the men agreed to pick me up. I
was still scared to go out dressed as a girl so I just threw on jeans and a
shirt. A few minutes later, a car slowed beside me. The passenger side
window lowered and I got my first glimpse of Mike. He gave me a charming
smile and told me to hop in. From the backseat and amid small talk, I
surveyed the two men. I took them to be somewhere between 35 and 45. Danny
was definitely the alpha of the two. Gay or not, he carried an intimidation
factor. He was big and strong and clearly worked out. The veins in his
forearms stuck out as he steered the car. At their house, my bedroom
fantasies began to come true.
Mike gently led me to the center of the living room. Danny stood in front of
me and stared me down. I remember not being able to meet his eyes and
glancing down involuntarily and seeing the shape of his cock in his tight
jeans before he spoke in a confident voice:
"Take off your clothes, Sam. All of them. Let's see what we are dealing with
here."
Something in the quality and sureness of his voice made it hard for me to
resist. I felt compelled to obey his orders and soon stood stripped naked in
front of the two men. Mike approached me from one side holding a pink
chastity cage.
"Here we go sweetie. A pretty pink little cage for you. Are you going to be
a sweet sissy for us and wear it? Do you want to be a good girl? I know you
do. Just stand there while I put it on you."
I looked down nervously but Danny kept me in sub zone by barking out for me
to put my hands on my head. Snap! And, that quickly, they had me in
chastity. Next, Mike led me upstairs. He ran a bath for me and I was
instructed to shave my legs and arms. Afterwards, makeup was expertly
applied to my face by Mike. Just the scent of it made my clitty twitch. The
clothes that were laid out for me made me leak precum: baby blue ruffle-
bottom panties and a little matching vest, a light blue little girl's dress
complete with ribbon sash belt tied in the back, white pantyhose, white lace
gloves, and black Maryjane high heels and a little shiny white purse. I
nearly came on the spot at the mere sight of this pile of heaven. Watching,
Mike teased me relentlessly:
"Does little sissy girl like her new clothes? Does her want to dress like
this for the rest of her widdle life? Go ahead, sissy, slide on your
panties. Aww! Now the little vest. Look, the buttons are hearts. Such an
adorable girl. Do you like your new pantyhose? Do you feel trapped in your
panties now? Better not leak and ruin your pretty panties or daddy will
spank you."
The running commentary completely triggered me. I was so ready to serve and
be used. I felt so sexy as I was led downstairs with a purse dangling from
my wrist to be inspected by Danny.
"Dance, sissy. Dance like a slut in your high heels. Dance, faggot. Rub your
body all over with your hands in those cute little lace gloves. Anyone can
see that Sam belongs in little girl dresses. Now model and pose. Blow
kisses, fairy."
Dressed as I was and being called those names by this muscular hunk drove me
crazy. As I obeyed Danny's command, I felt myself leak a little in my cage.
And then a lot. It was so bad that a wet spot appeared, ever so slightly, on
the front of my exposed panties. The little girl's dress I wore was so short
that I was always on display. Noticing the spot of obvious precum, Danny
appeared enraged:
"Over my knees, bitch."
He violently grabbed my arms and half dragged me over to a couch where I was
thrown over his lap effortlessly by this strong man. Mike watched with
growing joy as one of my arms was pinned behind my back and my dress was
flipped up. Danny began slowly and sensuously rubbing his firm hand over and
over on my ass. His hand, the soft material of my panties and pantyhose, and
my ass became my whole world. His hand gently flirting with my ass as I
stared at his boots with my head close to the floor. And then the spanking
began. Lightning fast and hard. Raining down on my clinched butt as Danny
showed me my true place. His voice full of authority and scorn. His words
punctuated by the sound of my spanking:
"This. is. What. Happens. To. Bad. Little. Sissy. Sluts.
Are you gonna cry? Go ahead and cry, little girl. Cry as daddy spanks you in
your panties. Little sissy girls who ruins their pretty dresses with precum
get spanked until they cry and kick their legs. Your butt is gonna be so red
you won't be able to sit down for a week, young lady. Take your punishment.
That's it sissy, cry and kick your legs in your little high heels."
Before long, I was indeed crying like a little girl. And begging. And
promising to be a good girl. And Danny's warm hand started to gently rub my
ass again. My stomach filled with butterflies. Something inside my head
whispered to me that he was making me really feel like a girl around him
already. And then, almost imperceptively, I felt my hose and panties being
lowered. Then I felt his finger. Or at least I thought it was his finger. At
my ass. I felt myself tighten. And then Mike was at my ear:
"Shhh, Sam. This will make you feel even sexier. Just like the girl you want
to be. Just relax. Concentrate on Danny's hand stroking your ass and legs.
Yes. Good girl. Open. Yes. She likes it. Sissy likes that cock in her ass.
Good girl. I'm gonna let go now and you can enjoy your pussy being full."
My panties and pantyhose were pulled back up and I was told to stand. Danny
pushed me to a full-length mirror.
"Go ahead, sissy. Look. Turn your back to the mirror and lower your panties"
And there it was. A silver butt-plug shining. A pink jewel in the center
caught and reflected light. A strand of pre-cum hung in a long arc from the
tip of my cage. Behind me, in the reflection of the mirror, Danny and Mike
grinned.
"Okay baby girl. Let's do a little video shall we?"
Mike arranged pillows on the bed and I was posed there. As Danny filmed, I
used my girliest voice to say the words on a short script the men made me
memorize:
My name is Sam and I am a sissy for life. I love to serve men. I want to
learn how to suck cock and be a pretty slut and get used and humiliated. I
am just a hole for men to use. I belong in panties and skirts and makeup for
the rest of my life. I deserve to be led around on a dog leash and be
permanently caged. I love looking at Danny's cock in his jeans. I have
already thought about Danny and Mike using me. I want to wear their cum on
my face. I want to be owned by them. I want to be kept as a girl forever."
And then it was over. Or so it seemed. The night ended kinda uneventfully.
Mike and Danny uncaged me and dropped me off and I walked home in my old
"guy" clothes. They emailed me after that. Lots, actually. But I usually
blew it off unless I had been partying. Then I would teasingly respond.
After all, I was the hot girl lol so they needed to chase me. Just another
fantasy. I have so many of them. So, yeah, I just kinda traded emails and
pics with them and flirted for about 6 months with them. Along the way, I
inherited $20,000. Which was nice. My fantasies grew. I sometimes shared
them with Danny and Mike especially when I was under the influence. Like the
time I told them I wanted to change my name to Stacy. Or when I admitted it
would be hot to have a findom completely drain me and humiliate me for being
such a frilly little sissy bitch for real men. Or the time I admitted to
Danny that I dreamed about signing a contract to be a sissy slave and be
kept feminized as a live-in toy. In response I was told that I was not a man
and never would be. That my place is in panties and on my knees serving
cock.
I didn't know it but Danny was working some sort of magic on me. The way he
talked to me. The way he made me feel so feminine. My thoughts went more to
him day by day. It was like falling in love through email. Which was scary
and exciting at the same time. I needed to see him. I loved the idea of
serving Mike too but only if Danny was in charge.
So, no surprise...a few weeks later I was back at their house at long last.
We had drinks and Mike made a big show of giving me a present from the two
of them. It was a super sexy silver metallic minidress. Ultimate slutwear.
The matching high heels were nice too. I shimmied into the outfit and sat on
Danny's lap. He fed me pills that turned out to be Ecstasy. In the next hour
I found myself tied up and fully madeup, feeling flirty and happy, and
aching to pleasure the two men. I sucked off Mike first. He came in huge
wads in my (now long) hair and all over my face and even spurted on the top
of my new dress. Then he sprinkled pink, sparkly glitter over the cum and I
was made to stand and let it dry. Then I was unbound and crawled to Danny
who told me what a good girl I was as he rubbed his cock all over my face.
Holding his balls to my lips for kisses. I was rolling so hard. They began
to spitroast me. My mouth on Mike as Danny fucked me from behind with my
high heels bouncing to his rhythm. A door opened and a man walked in. I
moaned like a whore in heat as they continued to spitroast me. A paper was
thrust in front of me by the strange man. A pen put into my hand.
"Sign it, slut" Grunted Danny as he pistoned deep into my pussy as I sucked
off Mike. I was disoriented and high. I could barely think. I scribbled on
the paper.
The man walked over to a machine and took out a video tape.
"This should do it, gentleman. As your lawyer, I can tell you that the
contract is binding. We have nice videotape of her performance as well. Very
pretty. Can I use her later?"
What had I signed? It was a release. It authorized Danny and Mike to
publish, sell, and display the video of my original sissy confession and my
spitroasting. They also had videos I had sent them over the months when I
was horny. Video of me in pampers and pink panties. Video of me sucking
dildos and fucking myself and then licking up the cum. Humiliating videos of
every sort. And all to be sold on the internet!
As their lawyer left the room, the men were positively giddy. I was
mortified. And then they let me off the hook. Well sorta. I was offered a
deal by Danny:
"Here is the deal, Stacy. You will obey our every order. For the next year
you will serve us. Each and every weekend you will live with us and serve us
as a girl. If you serve out your contract the videos will not be released.
You will be kept in chastity at all times. You will be humiliated on camera
in front of groups of men."
Long story short? I took the deal. And I became accustomed to the
humiliation that my two doms doled out to me. I became an expert and coaxing
cum out of their hard cocks. I learned to cum from anal. I developed real
feelings for Danny which I would never admit. I became a perfect sissy
fucktoy. And not only for them. For their friends too. I was passed around
at parties. They ran trains on me. My only reward? A pretty new dress or
skirt or high heels or a makeup set if I did a good job. Eventually, my
owners installed TeamViewer on my home computer. As a sissy task, I was told
to transfer small amounts of cash into their account. A short time later, I
was given a cheap apartment even though I still tried to stay with my
parents on the week days. In my apartment bedroom were four cameras.
Constantly on to monitor me. A speaker played hypno tracks to reinforce my
new conditioning. I am a whore. I am a slut. I am just a hole for men to
use. I am not sure what all of the messages in the hypno were but my mind
melted like pink bubblegum. At night, I was locked in diapers and chastity
and plugged. I slept bound in a bed that looked like a baby's crib. I was
sleep deprived in the apartment bedroom. But I know why. It was to further
break me down. I was forced to wear different girly outfits and make
confessions to the camera. Things like:
"I want to be whored out."
This was said while wearing a micromini leather skirt and crop top and
hooker boots. And don't let the short sentence fool you. A whole rambling
speech was given afterwards explaining why I wanted to be a whore. All done
while I flirted and played with myself for the camera.
"I want to be daddy's little girl."
Performed while wearing schoolgirl uniform and toying with my pigtails while
sucking on a pencil tip.
"Stacy is a princess."
In this last example, I wore a Princess Belle nightie made for a little girl
and sucked on a wall-mounted dildo while wearing a glittery tiara.
You get the idea. I was being led deeper and deeper into permanent
feminization. My mind was broken.
At the end of the year Mike and Danny had a party for me. I was dressed as a
maid and had to serve, of course. During the party, Mike took particular
pleasure in making me makeout with another sissy who was there as a guest.
After a year of service, I was used to these sorts of humiliating demands by
my owners. At midnight, I very ceremoniously signed the paperwork to close
the contract. My service was up and I was to be released. But they tricked
me. What I had signed was a new contract for another year of servitude or
exposure which Danny quickly locked in a safe. A new, smaller chastity
device was placed on me with a metal i.d. tag reading "Tinkerbelle'. I was
permanently moved in with Danny and Mike. I was told to text my parents and
tell them I wouldn't be back.
My $20,000 went quickly. The transfers added up. A sexy new wardrobe was
bought for me along with fetish furniture and web hosting for a private
video and picture server. They were turning me into a porn actress. My name
was legally changed to Stacy. My body hair was permanently removed and I was
placed on testosterone blockers and fed estrogen. I did it all for Danny. I
just wanted his attention and approval. He insisted that I call him daddy. I
dressed everyday just for him as my little boobs began to grow. Wearing my
tiniest little jean skirts around him and shirts that showed my training bra
underneath.
But then daddy, out of nowhere, brought home a younger, prettier sissy and
my heart broke. I never thought I could fall in love with a man. And he just
used me like a toy. I was just a place to cum for him. Mike came to me one
morning soon after and said:
"Sorry Stacy sweetie but Danny has a new girlfriend. He doesn't think you
want this bad enough. He says you spend too much of your time flirting with
him and being an attention slut on camera. He wants to see you actually
serving other men and learning your true place in this world. Do you
understand, Stacy? We are taking you to the next level of your training. You
are to become a Grindr whore. Beginning tonight you will sell your holes
through Grindr to real men. Every single night you will whore yourself. You
will wear what the men want you to wear. You will perform any services they
desire. Danny will set your prices. Your account is already set up and Danny
bought you a little slutty pink latex minidress to wear for your first date
tonight. You have 6 "dates" set up for tonight because we are starting late.
Your regular load will be 15 clients a day. You will work as a whore 7 days
a week. Do the math, Stacy. You will be sucking and fucking over a hundred
men a week. Danny says you will be ready for the next step after 6 months.
And I was. I was ready for anything after six months of being a working
whore. I was a hard and jaded and dehumanized as any streetwalker. My body
was my only purpose. The only way for me to earn approval was by helping men
to cum. I barely saw Danny or his new "girlfriend'. And then one night a new
man appeared. Mike introduced us. His name was Darren. A fairly wealthy
scumbag who operated a chain of strip clubs and dabbled in prostitution and
drugs. Beer belly and tattoos. Bad teeth and mean smile. Eyes that
insinuated. Those eyes pierced my soul as he gleefully announced:
"I need a bitch to be my wife and service me and earn money when any of my
girls are sick. I need a little cocksucking bitch like you. It's all
arranged. Danny has sold you to me. So, get your pretty clothes and pack
your makeup, slut."
And he slapped me on my ass to hurry me along. Just like he owned me.
Mila
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