Yes Mr Shaver part 2
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What Should Have Happened free porn video
Author's Note: Apologies that I've been away for so long. Hopefully with
the end of the quarantine on the horizon, I'll be able to get back to
writing "my sissy stories" on a regular basis. In the meantime, here's a
quick piece of fiction about what I wish would have happened to me during
the lockdown.
FYI--the first meeting really happened. The rest is what I wish would have
happened over these past few months. I hope you enjoy the fantasy,
especially if you're a Master who wants to make my sissy fantasies into
my new reality. And as always, I welcome any and all comments here or at
[email protected].
Enjoy!
xoxox
Emshoninque--aka Sissy Michelle
What Should Have Happened...
I was luckier than most. When the pandemic hit, many of my friends lost
their jobs. My boss simply told me to go work from home, so I was able to
keep my weekly paycheck and my peace of mind--well, as much as that was
possible at the time.
Not only did I survive financially, but there was an unexpected silver
lining to the crisis. You see, I'm a sissy, or at least that's what I've
been telling myself for the last decade or so. In the months before the
lockdown my sissy fantasies were taking hold of me. I'd get home from
work, grab a drink or two (or three), put on some sexy lingerie and then
settle in for a night of watching sissy porn and jerking off.
More than once I fell asleep in my chair with cum drying in my panties
while my sissy feminization videos kept playing all night long. Some of
the videos claimed to be hypnotic. I don't know how true that is, but I
do know that I would often wake thinking about how much fun it would be
to become somebody's sissy slut for real.
It got to the point where I had an entire sissy outfit, from wig to
heels, and I was starting to get pretty good at doing my makeup. Feeling
bold, and horny, and a bit drunk, I went online and posted some ads,
saying that I was a "Sissy looking for hard cocks to service."
I didn't get many replies. Look, I'm older, a little chubby, and pretty
inexperienced. Still, I did meet one man who said he would be willing to
pity me with a quick fuck.
Damon showed up one Friday night in February. As per his instructions, I
met him wearing nothing but my bra and panties and kneeling on the floor
with a lubed butt plug lodged firmly in my sissy pussy.
I'd left my back door unlocked and he simply walked into my house like he
owned the place. I started to say hello, but he told me to shut up and
slide my plug in and out of my ass in order to loosen myself up for him.
He helped himself to a beer from my fridge and then plopped down in an
easy chair to watch while I got myself worked up. During all of this, he
would comment on my performance, usually belittling me for being too
ugly, too fat, too old or having such a tiny dick. His words were
humiliating, but also thrilled me.
At one point he told me to stop and then threw a 12" dildo to me. He said
a good sissy needed to learn how to please a real man. Following his
instructions, I sucked on the plastic cock, taking it as deep into my
mouth as I could manage. He laughed as I choked and gagged on the dildo.
"Don't worry, sissy," he said. "Practice makes perfect. I'll make sure
you get lots of practice."
Eventually he told me to start working the dildo in and out of my ass. I
was so horny by this point that I complied with gusto and found that I
could take it to the hilt without any problem. Damon just laughed and
called me an eager slut. When did that happen? I was so caught up in
working on the dildo that I didn't even notice when he started to strip.
He ordered me to suck him and I devoured his cock like a sissy possessed.
Damon told me to slow down and enjoy my treat. Following his
instructions, I licked and bobbed and swirled my mouth around his cock
while he took control of the dildo, sliding it in and out of my sissy
pussy in concert with my oral ministrations.
After about 15 minutes of this, Damon's demeanor suddenly changed. He
grabbed me by the hair and threw me face first onto the couch. He
produced a pair of handcuffs and locked my hands behind my back. He threw
the dildo to the floor and immediately replaced it with his own cock. He
jackhammered into me like an animal before suddenly tensing and filling
me up with his seed.
It was so abrupt and violent that I went stiff and didn't dare move. I'm
not sure I even dared to breathe as Damon fucked me.
He collapsed on top of me breathing heavily while his cock deflated. I
was finally able to relax and think about what had just happened. In what
was perhaps a bit of foreshadowing, I felt very empty and immediately
longed to be filled up again with a hard cock.
Eventually I realized that he hadn't used a condom. I started to
complain, but quickly shut up when he dragged me across his knee and
began to spank me. "Bitch," he hissed in between swats, "A Master breeds
his slut whenever the fuck he wants. A slut shuts up and thanks Master
for his seed. Is that understood!"
I was at the point of tears. I did the only thing I could think of to
stop the pain. I said, "Yes, Master. Thank you for filling me full of
your cum."
Master relented, and after putting my butt plug back in (like a cork, to
keep all his precious cum from leaking out), he had me sit and "think
about how a good sissy should behave around real men."
I was blindfolded and left sitting in the living room while Master
explored my house. I heard him log onto my computer and pull up my
browser history. He scoffed at my sissy porn and downloaded a better
sissy hypo file thread. "If you're going to be a sissy," he said, "you
should be the best sissy cum dump possible."
I was blindfolded and dragged to sit in front of my computer. My
headphones were put on so I could concentrate on my sissy training while
Damon explored my place. Every once and while he would stop by and twist
my nipples or squeeze my balls and ask me how I was doing. A couple of
hard slaps trained me to realize that the only proper response was to
this was, "Good, Master. Thank You, Master."
At one point, Master Damon removed my headphones and told me that his
friend was on the phone.
"Hello," I creaked.
"Is this the new sissy slut?" a strange voice asked.
"Yes, Sir," I replied.
"I hear you're fat and you suck at sucking cock," he continued.
"Yes, Sir. I'm Sorry, Sir," I replied.
"Don't worry. This won't be the first time we've turned a horny ass dude
into the biggest sissy cum dump in town," He laughed. "If you want, we
can definitely make that happen. Is that what you want?" he asked.
I took a deep breath and honestly replied, "Yes, Sir."
I heard Master Damon laugh and give my address out to this unknown man.
I was stood up and the dildo replaced the butt plug once again. I was
ordered to bounce on in while we waited for "Master Tyson to arrive."
What could I do? I was blindfolded and had my hands handcuffed behind my
back. I was also horny as fuck, and more than a little scared. I did as I
was told. I began bouncing up on down, driving the dildo in and out of
me, while Master Damon played yet another sissy hypo file for me on a
loop."
The file was nothing but the sound of a woman being violently fucked
while a voice chanted what was soon to become my new sissy mantra. "I am
a sissy cock slut," it said. I am nothing but a set of holes for hard men
to use anytime they are horny. My only purpose in life is to get down on
my knees and suck cock or offer up my sissy pussy to be filled with cum
and piss or whatever Master desires."
"I will always thank Master for his precious cum or piss or whatever he
gifts me with," it continued. "A sissy is nothing without a belly full of
cum, and I will do whatever it takes to become Master's ideal sissy cum
dump. I will service Master and his friends whenever and wherever they
decide to use me. My only purpose in life it to service their needs, no
matter what they demand, because I am a sissy cock slut."
It looped on from there.
After 15 minutes my sissy stick was sticking straight out and I was
chanting along with the audio file. I had no idea that Master Damon had
recorded it all on his phone.
I was so caught up in what was happening that I didn't realize that
somebody else had arrived. Master Tyron walked in and grabbed a beer. He
stood there laughing at the thought of a new sissy cock slut in town.
Eventually they dragged me back into the living room where I was spit-
roasted without preamble. Once again, as I was still blindfolded, I
simply held still and endured it all. Once again, it was all being
recorded.
I was down on all fours when Master Tyrone plowed into my ass while
Master Damon shoved his cock down my throat. I still had my hands
handcuffed behind my back, so all I could do was to hold on for dear life
while the two men slid me back on forth on their cocks like a human
fleshlight.
It didn't take long before they both filled me full of cum and threw me
to the ground.
I heard the fridge open and laughed as I heard the men crack open two
more beers. "What's so funny, sissy," Master Damon asked. "I think I need
to get more beer for my new Masters," I honestly replied. The two men
agreed and gave me their preferred brands that I would need to stock up
on.
Without realizing what I was doing, I found myself once again repeating
my sissy mantra while I waited for whatever was to come next.
Next turned out to be when I was dragged out into my backyard. My
blindfold was removed and I came face to face with my new Master for the
first time. Master Tyrone was a black man with a huge dick! I was
secretly proud that I had taken it without any problem.
He asked me who I was and I quickly replied that, "I am a sissy cock
slut..."
He nodded his approval and asked me if I like piss, and I replied that "I
will always thank Master for his precious cum or piss or whatever he
pours down my throat." As if on cue, both men proceeded to douse me with
their piss while I continued to chant my sissy mantra in between
mouthfuls of their yellow nectar. I swallowed as much as I could manage.
Master Damon said that we would need to work on that if I ever hoped to
become a "Sissy Urinal" for his friends.
It was at this point that I realized that both men were filming me on
their phones. It was also at this point that I realized that I didn't
care because after all, "I am a sissy cock slut..."
And then it was over. Both Masters got dressed and left, promising to
return "whenever the fuck they needed to bust a nut." I still had my
hands cuffed behind my back, and I watched as Master threw the keys
somewhere into the dark of my backyard.
"Text me when you find the keys and get free," he laughed as he left.
Master Tyrone added, "And don't you dare take out that butt plug until
morning!"
And so my first night as a sissy cock slut ended. I was shaking with
adrenaline from the whole experience, but damn it if I wasn't hooked and
determined to repeat this night as soon as possible.
It took me more than an hour to find the keys to my cuffs and to free
myself. When I finally got loose and back inside I was greeted with
several messages on my phone. They were the videos of my first night of
being a sissy cock slut. My face was fully visible and my words were
clear. I was saying that "I am a sissy cock slut..." Master had
helpfully tagged the video with text that revealed my cell phone, email
and home address, as well as links to various hook up sites where it was
posted.
The only response to a video that could absolutely fuck up your life is
to text both Masters with a message saying "Thank you for helping me
become the sissy cum slut of your dreams. I know that I need a lot of
training, but if you will do me the honor of allowing me to serve you, I
will become the best sissy cock slut in town, fulfilling your ever
desire."
Sometime around 2am I got two replies. One said, "we'll see." The other
was more ominous, saying "You better because I got all your personal info
and I won't hesitate to expose your sissy ass if you ever displease me."
And so it began, but with a twist. Before my Masters could return, the
entire country went into lockdown. I spent the next week moving my work
computers into my house and preparing to work from home. My only contact
with either Master during this time was a text apology saying that He
wouldn't be able to "Breed me for a while," but that I should continue to
practice my sissy skills so that I would be ready after this shit is
finally over."
That's how my serious sissy training began.
Knowing that Master had the video as well as my work contacts and a
willingness to expose me to my boss and family, I decided to lean in to
my sissy training. It went something like this:
I began to wake up ever morning at 5am. I would stagger to the bathroom
and proceed to clean myself out in the forlorn hope that somebody would
stop by and use my sissy pussy that day. Both Master Damon and Master
Tyrone made it clear that they weren't stopping by anytime soon, but just
in case they changed their minds, I made sure that my sissy pussy was
clean and ready to accept their seed.
By 5am I would be naked, blindfolded and with my hands cuffed behind my
back and leaning over my coffee table. My backdoor was left open or
unlocked just in case somebody stopped by.
I sent a picture to both Masters every morning in the hope that I would
entice them. It turns out that they had started an ad for me, so it
wasn't long before a few new men decided to break quarantine for a sissy
that would allow them to do whatever they wanted to do to her.
For the record, to this day I am still blindfolded, tied up and waiting
every morning from 5 to 7am, hoping that my new Masters David, James,
Tyrese and Kevin will do me the honor of starting my day off with a good
sissy fuck session. One or two of them usually show in the mornings. One
glorious Wednesday, all four arrived and gave me the sissy gangbang of my
dreams.
After 7 I have to get ready for work, so I head to the shower. Master has
usually sent over a word of the day, so I write it down on a Post It note
and send over a picture that shows my daily weight (I'm still too fat) as
well as proof that I am pantied, plugged and caged like a good sissy
slut.
Oh yeah, Master demanded that I buy a chastity device and send him the
key. It turns out that for $30 bucks you can get Amazon to send you an
extra small sissy cage in two days, By the first of March I was locked up
tight and had a new collection of plugs and dildos. By May I had a good
collection of every sex toy imaginable--including a fucking machine! The
stimulus check helped me buy a top of the line model that I fear I am
going to break from overuse!
I also had a new zoom pro account, so every day during my lunch break I
would find myself down on my knees while Master and his friend watched
while I was fucked by my machine and deep-throated the suction cup dildo
that was mounted to the wall. I had invited Master Damon and Tyrone to
watch, but they passed to zoom invite along to their friends. Before I
knew what was happening, 40 or so strangers were logging on to watch me
practice deept hroating a dildo while my fucking machine pounded into me
from behind. Occasionally I'd hear strange voices encouraging me on.
Usually I'd just hear the slapping sounds of men masturbating.
I was able to do this morning schedule while continuing my work
responsibilities. I have daily zoom meetings every morning, so I don't
doll myself up before noon. That doesn't mean that I'm n not fully
sissified below the camera. In addition to the chastity device, Master
instructed me to hang 25 pounds of dumbbell weights from my balls during
my daily meetings.
I have two computers, so while I'm being official on the work machine,
Master and his friends can watch me from behind to make sure I'm being a
good sissy on my home computer. Occasionally I'll get a text from
somebody who's watching, telling me to do something like bounce up and
down on my dildo,
I always do so, scared about the sound of the clanging weights hanging
from my sissy balls while I try to keep a straight face for my work
colleagues. It's terrifying, but what can I do. After all, "I am a sissy
cock slut..."
I don't have afternoon video meetings, so I take break mid-morning and
get fully dolled up. I now have a solid collection of high heels, wigs,
dildos and a stripper wardrobe that's become my daily outfit. Stop by my
house any day now after noon and you'll find a sissy fully-dressed to
kill in the sexiest outfits you can imagine.
It's not just clothes. I have a new work chair, There's nothing special
about the chair, other than the 14" vibrating dildo mounted on the seat
is certainly noticeable--even to my boss who has occasionally asked if I
was okay during one of my work meetings. I didn't care, I was so lost in
my sissy bliss that I just smiled enigmatically and told him that I was
"great!"
As I said, by noon I am fully dolled up. Full makeup, nails painted and
looking like a total sissy cock slut. It wasn't until August before men
started breaking quarantine, but by that point I had a small handful of
men who knew that there was a horny sissy cock slut who would do whatever
she was commanded to do. I still don't know how these men found out about
me. Perhaps Master Damon on Tyrone shared my contact info. Perhaps it was
the new Fetlife profile where they posted all my personal info. I don't
care how it happened, just that there were suddenly a dozen men who
started showing up unannounced to use me as their slut.
I had to put myself on a rigid schedule. I wake up at 5 and prepare
myself to serve my sissy Masters--an enema and my hypno Mantra. By 6am I
am naked and bent over and napping while hoping for somebody to stop by
and wake me up be feeding me his breakfast sausage. This is all captured
on cell phone video, which is immediately uploaded to my Fetlife account.
I do my work in the morning, but as I said, usually by noon, I am fully
dolled up and usually being spit roasted on cam for whoever wants to
watch me practice my sissy cum dump skills. I bob back and forth on the
dildos in my mouth and sissy pussy while chanting my sissy mantra. "I am
a sissy cock slut..."
The rest of the day is a mad dash to placate the anonymous men who text
me, demanding pictures that prove that I am being a good sissy cum slut.
This could be as simple as a text demanding photographic proof that I am
pantied. plugged and caged. Or it could be something more intense, such
as the time FedEx arrived with an unexpected package. It was a dildo in
the shape of a full sized rubber arm! I took several hours of gaping my
ass on camera for my anonymous benefactor before I could finally
accommodate the monster. And then I was worried that I wouldn't be able
to get it out without tearing myself to shreds.
By October, things had gone beyond the point of no return. I now have a
few dozen men who are stopping by on a regular basis to use me as their
sissy slut. I only know the names of a few of them. That doesn't matter
because "I am a sissy cock slut" and am constantly on edge and ready to
satisfy anybody who might show up. I haven't locked my doors in months
now, desperately hoping that somebody new will still stop in and claim me
as another Master.
I can't remember the last time I didn't have somebody barge into my house
one afternoon and demand that I get down on my knees and service them.
And, in one very exciting afternoon, I also serviced their dog.
Trust me, there's no better way to realize that you are nothing better
than a sissy cum dump than to spend the afternoon knotted to a Great Dane
who only wants to make sure you are a bitch filled full of his puppy
making seed.
By the time October rolls around I've been fully shaved, pantied 24/7 and
taking hormones for three months now. My cock is rapidly shrinking, my
titties are starting to bud. There hasn't been a day in months when I
don't service at least 5 men.
I now sleep tied up in my bed every single night, blindfolded and gagged
and listening to Master's sissy hypno files. I still can't explain how
they work, but I do know that on occasion a man shows up at my house,
says some strange phrase, and I suddenly I turn into a depraved cock slut
willing to do anything he demands.
That may just be the hypnosis training,
That may also be that I am now the horny sissy cock slut I've wanted to
be for so long.
The other part of my hypno training causes me to lose time. For example,
Master had me call in sick one Friday morning and then gave me a command
and I blacked out. I came to three days later, hiding naked in a seedy
truck stop in Florida. All I had with me was a belly full of cum and my
cell phone filled with hundreds of new pictures! Apparently I was given
to a trucker for the weekend and we stopped at every out-of-the-way truck
stop between Texas and Florida. I don't remember any of this. I do
remember the ride home, which I was forced to do while being fully aware
of what was happening. Master had arranged for another trucker to bring
me home and had given him instructions to leave my naked ass on the side
of the highway if I wasn't the perfect sissy urinal and cum dump during
the entire ride home.
It turns out that we came back to Texas by way of Cleveland and then
Denver, so the trip lasted for several days. I was allowed to call my
work and use emergency time off, but I know my boss was suspicious about
why my phone was pinging in multiple states every day.
BTW--We stopped in Denver because in addition to the trucker's delivery
(He never told me his name) I was also delivered to a tattoo parlor where
I was tied up for the night and given some new "Sissy bling."
My tongue was pierced, as were my nipples and belly button. My chastity
was chopped off with bolt cutters and my now-exposed clitty head was
pierced and a ring was put in between my sissy balls and pussy. My ears
were also pierced, three times in each ear with large, with dangling
earrings immediately put into place. The jewelry had the images of those
sexy women you see on some truck mud flaps. I was instructed to not
remove the earring for 10 days to make sure the holes didn't close up.
One of the men in the shop laughed at this and said, "None of this slut's
holes will ever close again."
Next came the tattoos. My nipples were tattooed a dark pink (they were
nearly invisible before) and I was given an intricate tramp stamp that
was basically a tiny sissy on her knees surrounded by throngs of hard men
and their horny cocks. The words "Sissy Needs More Cock" were emblazoned
above the scene.
I also got a series of cocks with wings, flying like birds in formation
tattooed across my upper breast. I would need to be careful at work, as
this would definitely be visible with an open collar shirt. Master texted
me and told me to beg the men to give me permanent makeup as well. I did
so, but they just laughed and said next year if I continue to be such a
good slut.
They did give me collagen injections into my lips. Between the new tongue
piercing and the swollen cocksucker lips, I couldn't do anything but
drool the entire way back to Texas.
Somewhere in Oklahoma we stopped again. My mind went blank when I heard a
hypnotic trigger phrase. I didn't wake up again until I was dropped off
at home in a great deal of pain. The first thing I noticed was that I now
had tits! They were just C cups, but there was no way you couldn't notice
my new melons bouncing under my shirt. Even tied down and bandaged in
place, they looked and felt like they were enormous.
They looked and felt great!
I also had a pain in my groin, which was difficult to see because of my
new tits. It turns out that I had been castrated and given my balls to
take home in a baggie should my Master decide to have me eat them for
lunch one day.
He did.
With no balls to get in the way, I can now lock my clitty head to the
ring by my sissy pussy. No more panty bulges for this sissy!
It's now December and the vaccine is on the horizon. My boss is saying
that many of us may be moving back into the office in a few months--he
looks pointedly at me as he says this, perhaps telegraphing that I won't
be included in this plan. I try to keep a good demeanor, but all I can
think about is how much I'll miss working from home and serving all those
anonymous cocks that show up out of the blue to use me.
Well, that and wondering if there's anything this sissy can do to make my
boss change his mind.
I'm already starting to devise plans that would allow me to get away from
work on my lunch break so I continue serving my Masters. Part of me just
wants to be exposed to the point that I get fired so I can devote myself
to becoming the biggest sissy cock slut in town.
I've actually sucked off a local pimp who says that I look good enough
that he could put me on the streets if that's what I want to do. More and
more, I keep thinking that that is exactly what I want to so with my
life.
I may be older, but it's never too late to become a sissy cock whore,
selling your ass out on the streets.
Well, that's the fantasy anyway.
xoxox
Emshoninque
Jayla
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