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Author's Note: This is a quick one off story written from a reader request. I was especially motivated to write this as a genuine sissy training fantasy, with the hopes that somebody would read it and use it as a blueprint IRL. That certainly got my clittly interested! Enjoy! And as always, please feel free to comment here or contact me directly at [email protected] xoxox Emshoninque The Sissy Contest My phone rang just after 3am-caller unknown. I normally don't answer my phone if I don't recognize the number, but I was still half-asleep and thought that telemarketers don't call in the middle of the night, so it might be important. I accepted the call. "Hello?" I croaked. "Is this Sean?" an unknown male voice asked. 'Um, yes." There was a brief pause, as if the man on the other end of the line was looking something up. "Sean the sissy slut?" he asked. "I think you go by Sissy Cum Slut Michelle in your ads?" I hung up. That was a mistake I would later pay for, but at that moment I was scared out of my mind. Needless to say, I was immediately wide-awake. The phone rang again. This time a picture was texted to me. It was a shot of me tied up in bed, wearing a red-lace nightgown, a blindfold and a big smile. There were two large globs of cum splashed on my face. My driver's license was also resting lightly on my forehead. This picture was followed by a close up that revealed all the personal details on my license. This was followed by two shots of a hard cock being shoved down my throat and one that showed a close up of my little cock jutting out of my panties. My license had been moved so it was visible in this picture as well. Finally, an exterior photo that showed my car parked by the back door. The street number address and car license plate were clearly visible. The phone rang, but I was still too scared to answer. A new text message appeared. "Bitch, if you don't want me to send these pictures out, you better answer." The phone rang again. This time I did as I was instructed. "Hello," I stammered. "Are you ready to start serving me, slut?" the unknown caller demanded. I took a deep breath and replied, "Yes, Sir." What else could I do? Those were pictures of me, probably from last month when I'd gone through an extra slutty phase because I'd been locked in a chastity cage for two full months without any relief. I'd gotten so frustrated and horny that I was practically begging men to come over and use me as a sissy slut. Extra points if they liked bondage and other kinky shit. Obviously, one of these men had taken me seriously and passed along some photos as proof. The voice on the other end of the phone snapped me out of my memories. "Good. Let's have some fun," he said. "First things first, here's my contact info. Add it to your phone and set it so that you get all of my messages, no matter when I call." His contact info showed up in the text thread. I obediently created a new contact, not realizing that his profile photo was a close up shot of his cock with a creamy glob of cum pooled on the tip. This is what would now appear on my phone whenever Master called from then on out. Even though he already had my number, he instructed me to send him my contact info. Once again I did as I was commanded, not realizing at the time that my full profile also included my work email/phone and social media account names. No sooner had I pushed send that I realized my mistake. "Okay, sissy," he said once he'd received my information. "Let's begin. Don't say anything unless I ask you a direct question, and then the answer should be, 'Yes, Sir!' Do you understand, slut?" "Yes, Sir," I replied. I noticed that my cock twitched at my reply. This was scary as fuck, but the thought of being blackmailed by some unknown man who could expose me as a sissy slut? That was definitely one of my deeper fantasies. "Listen closely, slut," he continued. "I know that you are a broke ass sissy who needs to be trained. You've played with a friend of mine--that's how I got the pictures. He says you're an eager little slut, but you need a lot of work to get your sissy skills up to par." "That's where I come in," he laughed. "I get my rocks off training little sissies to become full-fledged cum sluts. I just sold my last sissy cum dump to a man in Mexico for $90,000, so I'm looking for a new project--that's you! Isn't that exciting, sissy?" Gulp. "Yes, Sir." "Good," he continued. "Actually, it's you and four other sluts. We're going to have a little contest," he explained. "The winner gets the honor of becoming my new permanent sex slave, complete with hormones and surgeries and everything. You'll spend your days serving me, and my friends, and my friend's friends, or walking the streets as a cheap-ass whore. You'll slurp down gallons of cum every single day. You'll be the happiest slut in town, until I get bored and sell your ass to some sadistic fucker oversea who will pay a pretty penny for a dirty sissy with no limits." "Doesn't that sound fun, slut?" he asked. "Yes, Sir," I replied. It was actually the truth. "The losers still get to be sissy whores," he said, "exposed for the whole world to see, but they won't get any of the surgeries or anything--just an ugly ass dude in a dress, begging for cock. Begging me to cut off his balls and sell him to some kennel club to play bitch for the dogs." "Trust me, you don't want to lose this contest, do you slut?" he asked. "No, Sir," I croaked. "Good," he continued. "Let's get this contest started. You have 30 minutes to get fully dolled up while I talk to the other sissies. Wig, makeup, clothes, the full thing. Text me a picture of you in full girly mode and holding up a piece of paper that clearly shows your boy name, phone, email and street address." "That will be your profile picture on an exposure website I have. Make it sexy as fuck. The winner gets 10 points," he said enigmatically and then hung up. I was wide-awake now. I was scared about what was coming next, and too scared not to follow instructions. I got up and went to the bathroom to put on my face. I didn't need to shave, but I figured better safe than sorry. I quickly added foundation, eyeliner and mascara, lipstick and a bit of rouge. It wasn't my best effort, but I didn't have much time. Fortunately, my breast forms were already glued to my chest--I'd glued them on with medical adhesive earlier in the day. They were my brand new D cups! I poured them into my sexiest red bra and tucked my clitty into the matching panty. I rolled sheer white stockings up my legs and attached them to my garter belt. I had just purchased some strappy black heels. They were only 4", but they looked sexy as hell and had a strap that allowed them to be locked into place. Even though the keys to my padlocks were sitting right there on the desk, my cock still twitched at the sound of the shoe locks snapping closed. My favorite French maids dress and a long blonde wig came next. My necklace with the bejeweled playboy bunny pendant and giant gold hoop earrings completed my look. Checking the time, I found that I had three minutes to spare, so I pulled out the nail polish and painted my fingertips with a cherry red polish that would look perfect on the hand of a sissy slut while wrapped around a hard cock. With one minute to go, I pulled out a piece of paper and wrote out my name, phone number, email, street address, and on a whim, my Facebook, Kik and Instagram names. I took a selfie and texted it to Master with 10 seconds to spare! Master sent me a thumbs up and told me to wait. I stood there, shaking in my heels for the next 10 minutes, waiting/dreading for my phone to ring. Master sent me a video call. My camera was automatically turned on when I answered. Master's camera was set to a close up of his cock, which was fully erect and practically begging to be served. I noticed when the record icon turned on. I licked my lips in anticipation. We weren't alone on the call. Sissy Jasmine and Sissy Candy both stood in front of their phones, holding up papers that showed all of their personal information as well. I'm sure that we all had the same expression on our faces--a mixture of sheer terror and undisguised lust. "Good girls," Master said. "You three will move on to the first stage in this competition. Unfortunately, sissy David Johnson and sissy Chad DeSimon are out of the competition. Just so you know the consequences of failure, I have cc'd you three on the emails to their mothers with the pictures showing them sucking cocks a few weeks ago. I also sent the email to their workplace--not just their bosses, but company-all." He laughed. "And that's just the beginning of what I have planned for these sissy losers." "Now, sissies," he instructed, "your next task is to look into your cameras and explain why you want to become my new personal cock slut." Sissy Jasmine went first. The poor girl was probably in her mid thirties. She had a good figure, but she had been crying, which kind of ruined her face while also making her sexy as hell. She composed herself long enough to introduce herself. "I am sissy Jasmine," she said. "I've been a sissy for as long as I can remember, just not in public--until now, I guess. (scared sniffle) I want to be a cock slut who is willing to do whatever it takes to please my Master. I like bondage, water sports and working in a glory hole--but my fantasies aren't important. Tell me what you want me to do, and like a good sissy, I will get down on my knees and obey your every wish." Sissy Candy went next. She was young and hot and she knew it. Her face lit up as she spoke--she seemed to be truly happy to be in this competition even if she was being blackmailed. "I am Candy," she said, "but I expect people will just call me cunt or slut or whatever you like. I want to be your sissy slut. I want to be kept in a state of constant arousal, desperate to be filled full of cock and cum. I look forward to the day when I will be swallowing gallons of cum each and every day!" She blew the camera a kiss and finished with a flourish. I was last. I searched my brain for what to say that would set me apart from my competitors. Hello, Sir," I began. "Some call me Sissy Michelle, I haven't really earned my slut name yet. I just know that I am a horny sissy who will do whatever you want me to do. I once had a man say that he wanted to cover me in piss. I'd never done that before, but sissies are put on earth to please their superiors, so I opened my mouth and became a piss slut to please him." "He said he wanted to castrate me," I continued, "so I held out my sissy ball sack while he used an elastrator thingy on me. It turned out to just be a fantasy, so he cut me free after 20 minutes, but I now beg him to chop off my ugly sissy balls every time we meet. One of these days I hope he'll take my sissy balls off for good!" Both of these examples were sort of true, but mostly still fantasies. Still, I figured, a good sissy knows what to say to get her man excited, no matter if it's true or not. A lot of times it proves to be the encouragement the man needs to make his forbidden fantasies come true. Not knowing what else to say, I did a curtsey and said, "I hope you choose me to be your next sissy cum dump slut." I was gratified to hear Master say, "Congratulations, Sissy Michelle. I liked that you're open to fulfilling fantasies--10 points!" Sissy Candy was awarded 5pts and Sissy Jasmine received 3 as well as a stern mandate to try harder next time." That next time turned out to be coming up immediately. We were instructed to go retrieve our biggest dildos and spend the next 10 minutes serving our plastic cocks on camera like the sissy whores we really wanted to be. The recording icon was still lit up. I have two dildos that I can attach to a wall with their suction cups. I felt pretty good as I got down on my knees and took each cock fully down my throat, one after another. I would moan like a whore in heat on one cock before moving over to the next. Candy also had two dildos. She placed one on a chair and began bouncing up and down on it while feeding the second cock down her throat. It was sexy as hell-she'd obviously put in a lot of time practicing this particular move. Sissy Jasmine only had one dildo, but she was busy shoving it in her sissy pussy and then bringing it straight up to her mouth where she would lick and suck it until it was wet and clean and ready to be shoved back into her ass. She ended up winning the competition--5pts. Candy I and I both received 3. When I had the time to watch Jasmine's video a few days later, I had to agree that she deserved to win. She had such a look of broken depravity on her face that was so erotic that there was no denying that she would do anything in order to please her Masters. Master told us that we had performed well enough for the first day of the contest. He explained that this had all been recorded and that we needed to try our hardest to win unless we wanted tonight's videos to be sent out into the word. "Some of you," he laughed, "might fuck up on purpose because you get off on being exposed. That's your choice, but be aware that the consequences will be far worse than you can possibly imagine." Sissy Jasmine gasped on her end of the video call. I couldn't tell if she was excited or scared about being exposed. I didn't quite know how I felt about it myself. Master explained that we would be given a series of tasks to complete each day. We would have 10 minutes to text back photographic proof in order to get points. Photos arriving later would get credit for completion, but would not be given any points. Assignment photos not turned in would be assessed a 50 point deduction. "We will convene every Sunday night for review," Master explained. "Any sissy in the negative will immediately be disqualified--that means we fuck up your life for real." Once again I heard him laugh in sadistic anticipation. "Sissy Candy, who is really Carl Johnson who lives in Houston at works at the mayors office, do you understand what is at stake here?' Sissy Candy looked shocked at having this spoken out loud. "Yes, Sir," she said. "Sissy Jasmine," he continued, "or Jasper McDonald who lives in Conroe at works as an loan officer at the Teachers Federal Credit Union, do you understand?" Jasmine's eyes were wild with shock, but she had enough self control to answer, "Yes, Sir." I was next up. "Sissy Michelle, or Sean," he began. I didn't wait for him to finish. "Yes, Sir," I said. I am ready to compete, Sir." There was a dangerous pause. "I like the enthusiasm, but you do not interrupt me ever. Is that understood, slut?" he hissed. "Yes, Sir." I replied. "I'm sorry, Sir." "That's a 10 point deduction for being a rude sissy," he said, still angry. "It's a good thing you won the first round or else you'd be in the negative and I'd be ruining your life right now." I wanted to apologize again, but was too afraid of the consequence of speaking before Master asked me a direct question. "Since you're so anxious to speak," he continued after a moment to think, "why don't you look right into the camera and tell us your boy name, your city and where you work. While you're at it, throw in your street address, Facebook, Instagram and Kik user names." I took a deep breath and started to comply, but Master stopped me. "Throw in your social media passwords as well, since your such a chatty Kathy." I knew better than to disobey. I looked straight into my camera and willingly revealed everything about my real life to the anonymous man who was blackmailing me into becoming his next sissy project. Master dismissed us after that and sent us to bed. It was about 4:30am, but there was no way I'd fall asleep anytime soon. I tossed and turned, searching for a way out of this sissy contest and knowing that I had revealed too much information already to get free. I also realized that I really didn't want to get free. Just after 5am, the picture Master's hard cock popped up on my phone's home screen announcing that he'd send me a text. "Sissies," it read, "the word of the day is CumSlut. Write it on a Post-It note along with today's date and send me a picture that shows you giving yourself an enema so you're ready for the day ahead." It's not like I was sleeping anyway. I trudged to the bathroom and filled my hot water bottle up. Sticking the Post-It note to my ass, I sent a picture showing the water flowing into my sissy pussy. I received an immediate reply. "Picture received. Two points." Sissy Jasmine also received two points. Sissy Candy didn't have an enema kit. She begged for an extension, but lost 50 points anyway. Master helpfully suggested that she run to Wal-Mart and grab a hot water bottle kit. "You've got a lot of work to do the get back into the game." Sure enough, the next morning when we received our daily enema instruction, Candy got her two points along with Jasmine and me. And so it began. We received a handful of daily photo challenges, each worth a point or two. I'd take a picture each morning of my painted toenails standing on my bathroom scale so Master could track my weight. That was only worth one point, unless we gained weight, which was a 20 point deduction. We were instructed to be pantied and plugged from here on out. Three times while at work, I had to run to the office restroom and take a picture proving that I was in compliance in order to gain one point. Once I found all the stalls occupied, so I dashed back into my office, slammed the door shut and submitted my panty and plug shot. Later that evening after I got home, I was required shove my dildo all the way down my throat and hold it for 5 seconds while looking straight into the camera. Then it went up my sissy pussy, and immediately back down my throat. I got those three points easily just before a co-worker came over to see why I'd slammed the door. Full Dress and makeup was also easy, as I assumed that it was coming so I was already dolled up and waiting for the night's challenges when it arrived at 6pm. Jasmine and Candy were not prepared, so they took to much time to get ready and didn't receive their two points. Master warned us that these would be daily tasks, so we should be ready to complete these every day from here on out. He promised that we would get a chance to earn more points with some of the more difficult upcoming tasks, but that we should make sure that we didn't get behind by not completing these easy challenges. I think were all taking the contest seriously by the third day, but just in case we weren't quite convinced, Master would occasionally text us back one of our photos or videos, along with a seemingly innocent note. "Hey, Cunt," he texted one morning, "what's your mom's email?" I didn't respond immediately, prompting an "I'm waiting..." reply. Beaten, I sent him the details. "Good slut," he replied. "For what it's worth, I already have her info. That was a test. Five points." More proof came in my email. They were forwarded corporate notices regarding the two sissies who didn't show up for the first night of the contest. They had both been immediately fired from their jobs for distributing pornography on the company system. Another email showed a police blotter report. The bank guy had been arrested for having child pornography on his work computer. Master had attached a comment saying, "See! She gets to be a sissy too, just in prison instead!" The week passed in a blur of sissy tasks and photographs. I was surprised that I hadn't been instructed to suck anybody off so far. In fact, I must admit I was a little disappointed by the contest and was thinking about calling a friend who liked to stop by and make me his slut from time to time. Master noticed my mood in one of our daily check up calls. He laughed when I revealed my feelings. "Don't worry, slut," he chided. "We'll get you plenty of cock soon enough." It was text, photo, try to jerk off no matter how horny I was and repeat for the next few days. Amazon delivered a package to my house on Friday, but I was instructed to not open the box until we met for review on Sunday. I did as I was told, but that box called out to me in my mind, tempting me with kinky possibilities for the next stage in this contest. Actually, three packages arrived--one from "The Metal Shop" and one with no return address that came regular mail from a Houston zip code. They sat on my counter until Master video called all three of us together for our Sunday review. "Good evening, sissies," he said and we all replied in unison, a la Charlie's Angels, "Good evening, Master." We were all fully dressed and made up, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. I guess it was by this point. He asked each of us how we'd enjoyed the contest so far. We were all smart enough to say we loved it, but Candy got a two-point demerit for not expressing enough "sissy spirit." Jasmine was in the lead with 98 points. I was nipping at her heels with 95. Because of her missed assignment, Candy was way behind at 46 points. "Not bad," Master said, "but let's take things up a notch. Open up your big package from Amazon." I suppose I shouldn't have been too surprised to find a chastity device waiting inside. I've always liked chastity play so I wasn't too worried, but that changed when I noticed the size of the cage. It was so much smaller than anything I'd ever squeezed into before. The local package contained a barrel lock with just one key (there are usually two). Master told us to hang up and squeeze into the cock cages. We were instructed forward a video showing our face explaining that we were willing locking ourselves up for good as part of our serious sissy training. We were to lock the cage in place and then take the key and flush it down the toilet. He told us that the first one to submit this video would receive 20 points. 15 for second, 10 for last. Then he hung up and I sprang into action. I was suddenly consumed with the desire to take over first place. Ignoring the pain, I roughly forced my balls through the extra small base ring and locked the cage in place. I pressed record and said "Master, Sissy Michelle gladly locks up her sissy clitty in order to concentrate on becoming a better sissy slut." I threw the key in the toilet and flushed. I sent the video and received confirmation that I was first, but I had forgotten to put the Post-It note showing the date into the video, so it didn't count. I quickly reshot the video, but Master demanded proof that the key had been flushed. I'd done that in the first video and the key was gone so there was no way to complete the task. I was crushed at my 50-point loss. I'd gone from first to last thanks to a stupid mistake. The new weekly totals revealed Jasmine in the lead with 118 points, Candy in second now with 59 and I was last with 45 points. Master noted that I was pouting and assessed another 2-point penalty to my score. "Sissy Jasmine, as this week's top sissy, you get to choose a penalty task for Sissy Michelle, the last-place slut" Master said. "It's worth 25 points to her if she completes the task, and minus 50 if she fails." "Oh my," he said with mock concern, "That would take her below zero and she'd be out of this contest." Sissy Jasmine got a nasty look on her face. "I think this slut should go find two guys who want to spit-roast her," she said in triumph. "Good choice for week one," Master said. "Sissy Michelle, send me photographic proof of you on your knees being filled from both ends. You have until midnight to complete this task or else I start sending emails out to your friends and family." And then he hung up the call. Fortunately I had the numbers of a few guys I'd played with before. Even though one of them was probably the guy who originally sent Master my pictures and information, I was desperate. I dug into my contact list and called Marcus first. "Hey baby," he answered. "Hi, Daddy," I purred in reply. "What are you doing tonight?" "From the tone of your voice, "he said, "I think I'm coming to see you." A wave of relief washed over me, but it pulled up short when I asked him if had any friends who might want to play with us. "I really want to have a picture of me being filled from both ends, like a good spit- roast sissy slut," I explained. Marcus didn't want to be in any pictures, and he didn't have any friends like that. I could sense him getting nervous so I doubled down and begged him to come by. Eventually I even explained the sissy contest to him and how desperate I was to earn the 25 points. I promised that this contest was going to turn me into the biggest sissy cock slut in town, and he would be the first one to benefit. He was still hesitating. In a last ditch effort, I blurted out that I would pay him $50 to come fuck me for the picture. Plus another $25 if he could find a friend." "Make it $100 for me and my friend gets $50 as well and we've got a deal," he said. "Done!" I replied without hesitation. In less than an hour I was down on my knees with Marcus pounding into me from behind, while his friend Quentin slammed his cock down my throat. Another man, James was recording it all, with his phone in one hand while he was stroking his cock with the other. I made sure that the Post-It note with the word of the day was prominently displayed in the shot. There was a fourth man, Peter who was there as well. I only knew Marcus, but he had called up his crew and told them that they could each make $50 for "fucking this horny sissy I know." It's a good thing he didn't have 10 friends! All four men fucked me like a complete slut that night. Marcus and Quentin even went twice, so I serviced six cocks on video. I should have been concerned that my sissy slut training had progressed so far so quickly, but all I could think about was wondering if Master awarded extra credit for good sissies who sucked extra cocks. All four of my studs seemed pleased with my performance. The problem was that I didn't have $250 in cash on me. I handed over the $150 I had in my wallet and promised that I'd get them the rest in the morning, but James said he'd only give me the video when he got the cash. Desperate, I begged tghem to wait while I went to the ATM. I started to change into my boy clothes, but Marcus said that he was in a hurry. And so I got into my car, fully dressed and drove to the bank, even though I looked like hell because my makeup had been destroyed by the long face fucking session. Four deep BJs and two pussy poundings will do that two a girl. Thank heavens it was dark. I drove the speed limit, petrified of what would happen if I got pulled over--I shuddered at the thought of joining that other sissy in prison. My heart started thumping and I turned my head to the side every time a car passed by, desperate to not be seen. It seemed like an eternity before I got to the ATM. Cognizant that there were security cameras everywhere, but unable to do anything about it, I gathered my strength, straightened my skirt and marched to the ATM. I removed $100 from my account. A car pulled up just as I was finishing. I jumped in my own car and sped off as the young woman who'd pulled up behind me stared with her mouth agape. My four studs were waiting when I got home. They'd raided my fridge and found some beer. I handed over the cash and James sent me the video. They thanked me for a memorable evening and promised to stop by and fill my holes again sometime soon. I told them I couldn't afford to do this very often, but they just laughed and said they could work out a payment plan for me. Then Quentin got a wild look in his eyes. He told me that he had to piss. I pointed to the bathroom, but he said it was such a long walk. "I'll give you $25 if you swallow it right here." All four men were very interested in using a piss slut. I told them that I'd never swallowed so much before, but I'd be willing to try if they'd go slow. And so I went to the kitchen to get off the carpet and then chased down their cum with four loads of hot piss. I managed to swallow much of it, but they kept pulling out and spraying me down. I was soaked and reeking of urine when they left. James had recorded everything and he sent me the video, including the part where the men paid me $100, video proof that I had become an actual whore! I was thrilled to show the video to Master, even though I knew it wouldn't get me any points because the Post-It note wasn't in the piss video. I was going to shower and re-do my makeup before sending Master my spit-roast video, but I decided that he might prefer to see me looking like a well-used sissy slut." I sent the first video and waited on my knees in a puddle of piss on my kitchen floor. After another eternity, Master video called. I answered the phone and said, "Good evening Master. I hope you enjoyed my penalty video." "Very good, sissy," he replied, "but you look like you had some more fun after that." "Yes, Sir," I agreed. "I had to pay the four men to use me. They offered to give me a discount if I would be their piss slut. I need the money, so I agreed." Master laughed. "You should have recorded that--I'd give you extra credit." I explained that I did but since the Post-It note wasn't in the shot, I knew it wouldn't count. I then sent him the video, knowing that it wasn't worth anything other than perhaps a bit of good will. Master told me that he appreciated my effort, and that I had earned enough points to stay another week in the contest. He then noted that my kitchen was a mess, and told me to lick up all of the spilled piss while he explained what I'd missed from almost getting kicked out of the sissy contest. I started mopping the floor with my tongue. Master explained that there would be 100 points available each week in our daily challenges, but that we could earn extra points by putting our sissy skills to use. A blowjob would be worth 10 points. Getting fucked is 15. Kinky stuff could earn an additional 10, depending on what happened. Going out in public was worth 5 points and now would be required at least twice a week. Getting fucked in a public place added another 10 points to the tally, and getting tied up in public while being fucked earned a full 20. "Like I told the other two sluts, you can earn some big points by spending the night tied up in a gloryhole at an adult video store. Doesn't that sound like fun?" he asked and I stopped licking up piss long enough to agree and thank him. "So here's the deal," he continued. "You can earn 100 points in daily tasks, plus whatever else you want to add during the week. Just make sure to send me pictures each time if you want any credit." "100 points is the new base limit. If you're not above that next Sunday, I'll be sure to send all these fun videos to your mother." "Baseline totals will go up 50 points a week after that," he added. "The sissies in the last contest I ran got all the way up to 850 points a week before we finally crowned the winner." He smiled in remembrance. "Those sluts were practically full time street whores in order to earn that many points." "Like I said, you might want to go make a deal with the guy at your adult video shop." "In the meantime, take the rest of the night off," he laughed, "Or at least what's left of it. Everyone starts again at zero on Monday morning. The first challenge will be on your phone at 5am." And then he hung up. I started to go to the shower, but then I spied a small puddle that I'd missed in the corner. I got back down on my knees and licked it up because, well, it just felt like the right thing to do. I stood motionless in the shower for what seeming like an eternity, letting the hot water cascade over my body. I peeled off my breast forms and cleaned off the glue residue. I couldn't wait until I grew my own breasts so I didn't have to go through this hassle at the end of each day. I finally toweled off and put on my baby doll. I was about to collapse into bed when I remembered that there was another Amazon box that I hadn't opened yet. Curious, I texted Master and asked if I should open the other package. He said yes and I ripped open the box. It was a steel choker with "Sissy Michelle" etched across the front with a web address written underneath--it was Master's sissy exposure site that was already populated with my pictures and videos, as well as the dozens of sissies he had transformed in the past. The choker collar locked in the back, and ominously, there wasn't a key included in the package. I knew that something like this would get me fired at work for sure, but I also knew that would probably happen soon enough anyway and that I no longer had a choice. The sissy contest had taken over my life. I put on the choker, clicked it shut. I sent Master a picture with what was left of the day's well-used Post-It note. "Very good, Slut," came the immediate replay. "20 Points."