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Author's note: This is written because a Man who enjoyed my stories wrote
me and instructed me to write out how I thought I might one day be caught
and turned into the sissy slut of my dreams. This is absolutely a
fantasy, but a fantasy I would dearly love to have come true one day,
If you're interested in this, or any of my stories, please feel free to
leave a comment, or email me directly at [email protected]. I LOOOVE
having dominant men tell me what they expect to see in my next story.
Especially in they will arrange to have the stories come true for me.
Xoxox
Sissy Michelle aka emshoninque
[email protected]
Caught--At Last!
I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised that I'd get caught eventually.
I've been advertising myself as a sissy slut, and I certainly have met my
fair share of men over the years.
But that's not the same thing as actually living the sissy slut lifestyle
24/7, something that has been my fantasy for more than a decade , but
nothing close to being my reality.
Heaven knows I was living out my fantasies in the privacy of my own home.
It was more than ten years since I started shaving my body, painting my
toenails and started wearing panties, hose and a but plug to work every
single day.
Five years ago I added a steel chastity and hormones to the mix. I had my
nipples pierced and even added a phoenix tattoo to symbolize my
transformation into the woman I fantasized about becoming.
But it all remained a fantasy. As I got older, I found myself playing
with fewer men, and I put on some weight making it harder for me to pass
as a sissy, let alone a woman.
Still, I would occasionally get really horny (and a little tipsy) and go
online in search of some hard cock. I found myself posting increasingly
revealing messages on FetLife, SissyMeet, AdultFriendFinder and alt.com.
I was tempting fate.
Fate eventually decided to make me her bitch.
It all began with a message on FetLife.
MasterMarcus72 sent me a message. "Hi sissy," he wrote. "I enjoyed
looking at your profile and while I think you need a lot of training, I
also think that you might be a suitable candidate to become my new sissy
slut."
"Text me at this number {REDACTED} and we'll begin your training
immediately."
His timing was impeccable. He sent the message on Friday afternoon, so I
replied at the end of the week when I was horny and dreaming about
spending the whole weekend dolled up as a sissy slut.
"Hello, Master Marcus," I wrote on Friday afternoon when I got home from
work. "I would indeed love to serve as you, and would absolutely love to
be fully trained to become your perfect sissy slut."
He didn't reply immediately, so I poured myself a glass of wine. And then
another, and another as I waited for a reply.
My phone pinged around 8pm, several hours after I'd drawn a bubble bath,
shaved my body, painted my nails and started watching sissy porn. I had
downed several glasses of wine by this time. I was worked up and looking
to get my sissy on.
"I think I recognize you from your old Craigslist ads," Master Marcus
finally wrote. "If I remember correctly, you claimed to be a sissy who
wanted to serve a select group of constantly-horny men, like the cock-
crazed sissy you are, desperate to serve whatever fucked up fantasy your
Master desires."
It was all true. Maybe It was my horny mind-set, maybe it was the wine,
but I threw caution to the wind and typed, "Yes, Sir. Whatever you
desire, no matter what."
"Be careful what you ask for, sissy," he replied. "I have a very kinky
imagination, and will fulfill all of your depraved fantasies, and go even
father."
"Yes, Sir," I immediately replied. "If you are willing to train me, I am
willing to serve you in whatever fashion you'd like."
And so it began.
He demanded a photo of my sissy clit, and laughed when he saw my tiny
cockette locked up in my steel cage. He asked who held the key, and I
lied and told him that I had given it to a friend who lived out of state.
"Get it back for me," was all his immediate reply.
He then proceeded to ask me a nonstop barrage of questions. How many men
had I serviced at a go? How many would I like to serve on a daily basis?
Could I deep throat? What was the biggest cock I had ever sucked? How
long could I wear a butt plug? How big? Did I do much bondage? What about
electrosex? Did I swallow? Did I swallow piss? Was I into blackmail?
Being humiliated? How about posing for erotic photos that would be posted
online? What would happen if he posted my picture, cell phone and address
to an online ad that said I was a sissy slut looking to serve any and all
horny men who stopped by to use my ass? Had I ever tried being
hypnotized? Had I ever been fucked by a dog? Ever been tied up in the
bathroom of a truck stop and left there for the night? Ever spent the
weekend at an adult bookstore serving as the glory hole slut?
It was 11pm before he finished with his questions, and several demands
for increasingly revealing photographic proof that I wanted to be his
sissy slut. Like I said, I was locked in my chastity, had been drinking
and was super horny by the time He demanded my home address.
I didn't hesitate. I sent him my address. 6170 Bedford Dr. Dear God, what
had I done?
Master told me to unlock the door, put some porn on the TV and turn the
volume up and then strip naked, put on a blindfold and then wait for him
to come over and claim me.
What can I say? I was horny so I did exactly what he demanded. By the
time midnight rolled around, both the front and back door to my apartment
were unlocked. A sissy porn file was playing loudly on my computer, and I
was not only blindfolded, but I was plugged, gagged and had my hands
padlocked behind my back. I had to restrain my hands lest I unlock my
chastity, jerk off and then abandon my fantasy for the night.
In fact, I was just about to do just that when I heard my back door open.
My breath caught in my throat when I heard Master walk in, and he wasn't
alone.
Master had two friends with him. Two very horny friends who wanted to
fuck a sissy slut that very night, and every night from then on. I was
terrified about what was about to happen, but also excited that my
fantasy was FINALLY about to come true.
Within minutes I was lifted to my knees and a hard cock was shoved down
my throat. Another pair of hands spread my ass cheeks, popped out my butt
plug and began to fuck me from behind.
Most ominously, I heard the sound of a camera taking pictures of
everything that was happening. I was so horny that I didn't care.
Suddenly the man who was fucking my mouth tensed and shot his load down
my throat. I started to gag and he pulled out and shot that last two
spurts directly into my nose, ensuring that I would be overwhelmed by the
smell of his cum for the next several days.
Before I could recover, the man who had been fucking came around and
started to fuck my throat. The third man took this as his cue to spit
roast me from behind. I enjoyed it all, but it was a little too much.
Truthfully, I just tried to survive the assault.
Another load of cum pulsed down my throat before it was immediately
replaced by the third cock that had just been fucking my sissy pussy--good
thing I'd douched earlier in the evening.
Three loads down my throat later and the men lifted me to my couch and
began to cocoon me in duct tape. It was amazed at how quickly I was
immobilized and carried into the bathroom and dumped in my tub.
I spend the next several hours lying uncomfortably in the tub,
blindfolded and gagged while my new three Masters would occasionally pop
in and piss on me. A couple of times they took out my gag and pissed
directly into my mouth.
They took lots of pictures during all of this. They had a sharpie marker
and wrote my name, email and cell phone number across my forehead.
Basically, it was proof positive that I was a sissy cock and piss slut
for anybody who wanted to use me.
I would later find out that Master had taken this time to explore my
apartment. He had turned on my computer and logged on to my adult
websites. It didn't take him long to figure out my passwords (which he
immediately changed) and then uploaded my new profile pictures.
To my horror, He removed my blindfold so that my face was clearly exposed
in all the pictures that showed my mouth stuffed full of cock, or
greedily swallowing a stream of piss. He added a caption to each of these
pictures. "361 212-8422 or emshon on Kik. Start fucking this sissy in
Beaumont Texas today!"
That was my new profile picture on FetLife, Alt, SissyMeet and AFF. I
would spend the entire weekend in bondage so I couldn't check, but I
would later find more than 30 messages on my phone on Monday morning, all
from horny men wanting to dump their load in a sissy slut like me.
Master had added a caveat, that I could be bred whenever my new Masters
were horny, but that it all had to be documented with a picture that
clearly showed my face stuffed full of cock each and every time. These
revealing pictures would be loaded up to a website that I wouldn't even
know about for several months.
By the time Master showed me the website, it was filled with hundreds of
photos showing me sucking cock or splattered with cum. If my face wasn't
fully exposed enough, most of them featured a post it note that included
the word of the day, my boi name, address, email and phone number.
But that was the nightmare to cum. Back to the nightmare at hand.
As I said, Master spent the night logged on to my computer. He took this
time to max out my credit card (he quickly found my wallet). He had soon
ordered all sorts of sexy dresses, heel and the most scandalous lingerie.
There were several sex toys coming in the mail, in addition to a fucking
machine. Plus, actual hormones were being shipped overnight to my
address.
My new normal would be to run home from work every night, take my sissy
pills and get dressed up in my sluttiest sissy garb and wait for the hard
cocks to start showing up.
I didn't know any of this on the first Friday night. All I knew was that
I was tied up in my tub, covered with piss and waiting for the next
assault on my sissy holes. I didn't have to wait long. The pictures that
Master had posted online had attracted a lot of interest,
By Saturday morning, there were seven new men who wanted to use a sissy
as their personal cum dump. I was still tied up in the bathtub, so I
didn't have any say in the matter. Master had actually taken my house key
down to the hardware store and passed it out to all the men who showed up
to fuck me that weekend.
More critically, he gave out the password to my websites, so that from
that point onward, all of my sissy adventures would be documented online.
I didn't have any of these passwords, so I was forced to watch impotently
as my sissy exploits were documented for the whole world to see.
The other major thing that happened that night was that Master found my
emergency key to my chastity in my freezer. He later told me that he came
with the intention of cutting my chastity off me, but was happy to find
the key and take off my cock cage and replace it with his own chastity
device.
So by the time Monday rolled around, I had spent the entire weekend tied
up, fucked by twelve men (I think, I lost count) and had everything
documented online. I had a new chastity device locked on my clitty and
tons of pictures that would keep me obedient, or else.
If I didn't believe it, I found an email in my inbox on Monday morning
when Master finally released me to go back to work. There were more than
30 pictures of me in sissy mode, as well as a list of all my family, work
and friend's email addresses. The implications were clear. Be the perfect
sissy slut or else I would be exposed to the world.
And so it began. Here is my new life.
I wake up every morning at 5am. Master has texted me a "Word of the Day,"
which I write on a Post it and add to every one of my daily pictures. I
send him a video of me locked in my chastity and standing on the scale in
my bathroom so he can track my weight (I've lost more than 40lbs over
this past year!) I fill myself up with an enema and repeat my daily sissy
mantra while I clean myself out.
"I am a sissy cock slut. I live to serve horny men who will fill my
wholes with their cocks and feed me their delicious cum. I live to
service kinky men and will get down on my knees at any time to swallow
their cocks, piss and cum. They can use me anyway they desire, as I am
nothing but a sissy cum dump, a set of holes to please the horny men I
have honor of serving."
I repeat that as I douche myself out and then stagger to my living room.
I tie myself up across my coffee table and wait for the morning rush. I
have a sissy hypnosis file that I play on my phone while I wait for my
morning cocks to arrive. They usually arrive by 6am, four men that I've
never met or even seen, who all stop by to breed me and take lots of
pictures that will be used to blackmail me.
I have to be at work at 8am, but my sissy duties don't stop there. Any
man can text me and demand photographic proof that I am being a good
sissy slut. I run to the bathroom, add the word of the day post it note
and text them a picture that shows me locked in my chastity, plugged and
pantied like a good sissy slut. Sometimes they demand that I show my face
in these pictures, but it's not like I haven't been exposed already.
Usually they just want confirmation that I am being an obedient sissy
slut.
I generally get home for lunch, but I haven't eaten actually food in
months. I usually arrive to find a few cars already parked in my
driveway. Sometimes the men follow me into my house, sometimes they give
me a few moments to go inside and strip, but they always walk in and feed
me my sissy lunch, which has been nothing but cream for tor the last
several months.
It all helps with my sissy diet. It's easy to loose weight when you spend
days at a time ingesting nothing but piss and cum.
I head back to work and am besieged by text messages demanding proof that
I am still being a good sissy slut, I spend half the time in the company
bathroom, taking pictures of my caged cock in panties to satisfy my many
anonymous Masters.
At 5pm I practically race home, knowing that I have a busy night ahead of
me. After a quick shower, I paint my nails and lock a steel cable to my
cock cage, It is long enough to reach my computer and bed, but will keep
me from reaching the kitchen and snacking.
My back door is also unlocked, so I'll spend the evening watching sissy
hypnosis porn until I suddenly feel a tug on the cable that's attached to
my cock cage. I am usually dragged into the bedroom and fucked violently
by the men who like to stop by and use a sissy slut, like me!
Usually they breed me or feed me and then tie me up and leave me for the
next man. I keep ropes attached to my bedposts so they can easily spread
me tightly across my bed as I fall asleep at night. Master instructed me
to install a camera in my bedroom so he can watch everything that happens
to me at night.
Master has also sent over a sissy hypnosis playlist, which I listen to
every single night. I have no say in this training, but it is absolutely
turning me into the cock crazed sissy of my fantasies. Don't believe me?
One time a man showed up at my work and said "Sissy Michele Cock Slut
Service Now" and I dropped to my knees right there in the lobby and
begged the man to allow me to suck his cock.
I was mortified, but I couldn't help myself. It's a good thing that he
dragged me out to his car. I would have been fired if I'd actually sucked
somebody's cock there at work, although I didn't care about that at the
time.
That's my new life.
Master has found a dozen or so men who stop by to breed me on regular
basis. I haven't ever seen any of their faces, as I am usually
blindfolded until they start taking pictures. I also haven't gone a
single day without being fucked or swallowing a load of cum or piss for
more than seven months. Thanks to the sissy hypnosis training, it's what
I most want out of life.
In a bit of an oddity, I don't really see Master much anymore. I don't
think he lives here in Beaumont. It doesn't matter. He has set me up to
service dozens of cocks on a regular basis. All of which are used to
blackmail me into finally living out my sissy fantasy. It's my nightmare
come to fruition, but it's also the best thing I could every have happen
to me--whether I like it or not.
Like I say, I no longer have the passwords to my online profiles, but I
absolutely log on every day to see what the men in Beaumont have to say
about the new sissy cock slut in town. It's everything I could have ever
dreamed about--whether I was serious about it or not.
The latest twist is that Master has decided to reward me for losing so
much weight and finally passing as a true sissy slut.
As a "reward," He instructed me to drive to a truck stop just outside of
town. I am to present myself to a random trucker who will be expecting
me. He will use me as his sissy slut right there in the parking lot and
then tie me up and take me to some city on the other side of the country.
I don't know where I am going, I don't know what's in store for me. I
only know that as a sissy slut, I am grateful to Master for arranging
this sissy adventure for me.
Yes, I know this is probably the sissy hypnosis kicking in, but I can't
tell you how excited I am to be tied up in the cab of a truck and
transported to my next sissy adventure. I kind of don't care if I ever
get back to my boring regular life, thanks to Master who finally caught
me and forced me to live out the sissy fantasy I've been dreaming about
for so long.
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