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Author's Note: Another quick story after far too much time away from writing. I was forced to use my vacation or lose it at work, thus the sudden flurry of activity. I am always looking for story suggestions, especially now that I have time to work on them. For example, this one is for a man who wanted a story featuring a much more willing sissy receptionist working at an auto shop. I hope you enjoy this. Once again, I welcome comments here or at [email protected]. Enjoy! xoxox Emshoninque--aka Sissy Michelle My New Job I lost my job earlier this year. Truth be told I was a bit relieved, I didn't really like the work and the pay was meager at best. The benefits were fine and I had some good friends there, but all things considered, I wouldn't miss having to get up and go into work each morning. To be fair, my boss, Mr. Peters, was pretty cool about the whole thing. He called me in the morning and apologized for what he was being forced to do. The poor guy had to let 23 of his employees go that morning, and he did what he could to set us all up with the best severance package he could afford. He was so apologetic about things that he was at the point of tears. I took pity on Mr. Peters and told him that I would be okay and that it was a pleasure working for him. Hell, I was the one who lost his job. Why did I feel so bad for my boss? Well, maybe that's because in addition to a being pretty cool boss, I also had a crush on him. I've spent more than a few nights fantasizing about what it would be like to let this studly silver fox have his way with me. Oh yeah, did I mention that I am gay? I was one of two gay men at the office, and I think a lot of my co-workers (usually the women) were living vicariously though my dating stories. I couldn't really say too much about what I did during the weekends, as my adventures of being a bottom bondage slut aren't really appropriate for the water cooler, but I would suggest certain things and watch as the ladies got a little hot and bothered. The other thing I would miss at my job was Miguel, the office stud who was unfortunately, totally straight. He had bedded half the office female staff, and while he knew that I was gay and that I even that probably had a crush on him (I did), he treated me like one of his dude friends. He didn't even mind that I would leer at his tight ass or the bulge in his jeans. I think it made him proud that all the girls, and the boys lusted after him. Miguel was also sacked. He showed up at my house that night with a bottle of Crown and a smile on his face. "Dude," he announced, "We need to get totally wasted tonight." Who was I to disagree? I retrieved some glasses and a bottle of soda and we proceeded to drain the entire bottle between the two of us. "Fuck that place," Miguel said later on that evening. "I was only there for the pussy anyway." "Yeah, I noticed," I replied with a smile and a toast. "Damn right. I almost got through the entire Marketing Department," he smiled as he remembered his past conquests. "I just had Pam and Sheila to go." "And Chad," I reminded him of the department's lone male employee with pointed grin. "Naw, I was leaving him for you. I think that if I tried to fuck Chad he'd turn around and try to fuck me right back." My smile spoke volumes. Chad was definitely a full on stud. Half the women in the office were disappointed when they found out that he was gay. Not me. Chad was just my type--the strong alpha male to knew what we wanted and went out and took it. He knew at first glance that he could take me anytime he wanted. And he did. I'd hooked up with him a few times over the years, most memorably at the last Christmas party when he'd dragged me out into the snow and bred me in the middle of the parking lot in a half-drunken rage. I don't know what had set him off. I didn't care. All I knew was that he was putting all of his raw energy into establishing his dominance over me. I loved it. Miguel seemed to read my mind. "You dog," he exclaimed. "You totally fucked Chad, didn't you?" "Like you say, it's more like he fucked me," I confessed with a nostalgic smile on my face. "Six of one, a half dozen of the other. As long as somebody got fucked." I toasted the memory and drained the last of my drink. "So," Miguel asked with a sudden seriousness. "I always wondered. What's it like getting fucked like that?" "Well," I replied as I tried to clear my mind. "I think it's probably not too different from all you "breeders." We get horny and just want to have some fun. I just happen to be attracted to men--I guess I'm kind of like a woman, but one who can't get pregnant." "So, you go out cruising, looking to fuck some other dude with a nice ass or whatever you're into," he asked. "Kind of," I replied, wondering where this conversation was going. "Although they usually come and get me. That's kind of my thing--getting off on having a guy have his way with me." You're one of those bottoms?" he asked in a way that sounded more like a statement. I blushed a little but admitted that it was true. "Yeah, I could have guessed." There was another long pause before Miguel asked, "So, if I was a guy dude, a horny top like Chad, I could tell you to crawl over here and suck my cock?" My silence answered his question. After what seemed like forever, he said, "I'm not gay, but I wouldn't say no to getting my cock sucked, especially by someone who gets off on guys having their way with him." I didn't need to be told twice. I sexily crawled (or probably drunkenly staggered) over to Miguel. I opened his fly with my teeth and fished out his cock. "Jesus," I exclaimed in genuine appreciation, "No wonder you do so well with all the ladies." Miguel was huge! Bigger than many of my dildos. And he was still soft--I shuddered to think what he would be like at full mast. I took a deep breath and decided to find out. The alcohol made it a bit difficult, but after bobbing up and down on his cock for several minutes I was eventually rewarded with a rock hard shaft that I struggled to fit down my throat. I struggled, but I did eventually succeed. Miguel moaned in appreciation as I swallowed him whole and used all of my tricks to coax out his orgasm. After several minutes, Miguel suddenly stiffened and grabbed my head and forced it down onto his cock. I didn't even taste his cum as he shot it directly into my stomach. "Jesus," he exclaimed after he caught his breath. "If I knew you were that good at cocksucking I would have used that hot little mouth of yours a lot sooner." "Now that we're not working together any more, you could stop by and anytime and not worry about being reported to HR,' I hinted. Hoping for a second round, I kept Miguel's cock in my mouth. I cleaned it with my tongue, praying that his little big man would return to life. No such luck. Miguel was too wasted and passed out after a few moans of appreciation, his legs spread and his pants around his ankles. He wasn't the only one who had been drinking so it didn't take long before I also went down for the count. The difference was that I was kneeling with his deflated cock in my mouth when I finally fell asleep. Sometime before dawn I felt Miguel rouse a bit. I came to and decided to give him a good morning blowjob. My efforts were rewarded with a cock that once again engorged and began to throb. Still half-asleep, Miguel started guiding my head up and down on his cock, like a human Fleshlight. He was nice and hard when he decided to sample my other hole. He never said a word, just stood me up and guided me down onto his waiting cock. It hurt going in. Miguel didn't care. I thought about going to grab a condom from the other room. Miguel didn't care. He lifted me, still impaled on his cock, then dropped me over the couch and ravished me like a beast in heat. It actually reminded me of being fucked by Chad in the snow that one Christmas, and I fantasized what it might be like to be double-teamed by my two former co-workers. And then it was suddenly over. Miguel pulled up his pants and muttered a "thanks" before walking out of my house. Some guys get very weird about gay stuff, and I kind of feared that I would never see him again. My suspicions were confirmed during the day when he ignored my text messages. I had made a great memory for the spank bank, but I feared that it would me my cost my friendship with Miguel. I was too hung over to really care. And too horny as I had been worked up but hadn't gotten to nut last night. Fortunately, I do have a few regular guys in my phone book who are willing to help out a desperate fella in need. At the top of the list is Hector, a hairy Mexican man who isn't much to look at unless you like bears with huge dicks. Hector would know just how to scratch my itch. I called Hector and told him that I'd just lost my job and needed to have somebody who could cheer me up. I swear Hector was on my doorstep in 15 minutes. "Got your ass fired?" he teased. "Laid off," I corrected. "Whatever," he said. "It just means that you don't have to go into work tomorrow." "Yes?" I replied, wondering what he had in mind. "So, we could fuck all day," he asked. "I suppose I should file for unemployment, but an all day fuck would be nice." "Or maybe more? I could chain your ass up and leave you here 24/7, turning you into my own personal cock slut, nobody would notice if you disappeared for a few days," he asked. That was absolutely one of my deeper fantasies. I smiled at the thought that my new unemployment might work out for the best after all. "Or a few weeks," I added with quivering voice. That was all it took. Hector put me on my knees and went to town on my ass. I enjoyed the thought that for the second time this day I had made a man go half-crazed with his lust for me. Maybe unemployment wouldn't se so bad after all! Rolling off his condom, Hector shoved the whole thing up my ass went and plugged everything up inside me with one of my butt plugs. He then went out and retrieved a bag from his car. It was filled with several skeins of dirty rope. Hector had me strip and proceeded to tie me up. I could see his cock getting hard as he expertly rendered me unable to move. He started at my ankles and then moved up to my knees. There was a little rope left over from these first two ties, so he wrapped the ends around my balls and then roughly pulled them through my thighs and then tied it all off to my ankles. It hurt, having my balls secured so cruelly to my ankles. It felt amazing too, My arms were pulled roughly behind my back and secured at the wrists and again at the elbows. The extra rope locked my wrists to my ankles, and by extension, my balls. It was a very effective hog tie. I couldn't move, so I just had to hold on while Hector fished out his cock and proceeded to fuck my face. He would stop every once and a while to make sure that I was breathing, but after a certain point, he stopped caring and simply fucked me, pulling out just in time to coat my face with his cum. Like I said, half-crazed with lust felt really good to me. After he caught his breath, he gathered the cum up with his fingers and had me lick them clean. At one point he'd push globules of semen into my nostrils and have my sniff it all down--ensuring that I would smell his cum for the next few days. I will admit that the non-stop aroma was very hot. I had hoped that he would give me a little relief, but Hector laughed at me. "I like seeing you all horny and desperate to please. Maybe I will keep you like this for several days after all." I moaned in frustration, so he grabbed my underwear off the floor he proceeded to gag me. "Maybe I'll come back with a few friends of mine," he teased and I moaned once again. "Fuck, maybe I'll bring all of my friends over. A little slut like you obviously needs a lot of cock to keep her happy." What could I say? He was right. "Fuck yeah," he said with his meaty hand squeezing my cock, "I can tell you would really like that, wouldn't you slut?" I moaned, desperate for some relief. "You know, it's too bad you're not a sissy," he offered." I have a friend who needs a new assistant down at his shop. He would totally hire a sexy little sissy who wants to keep his crew happy during the day. Tie you up under his desk so you can suck his cock when he's on the phone with a client. Or lock you up in the break room to keep his workers happy. Or maybe chain your ass up in the bathroom for the days when the urinal is broken. I bet you'd like that, a non-stop stream of piss and cum, wouldn't you, sissy?" Once again, I moaned at the thought. Hector laughed as he felt my cock suddenly start to twitch and my cum erupted all over his hands. "Well, I think I have my answer." We wiped his hands off in my hair and then stood to leave. "Don't go anywhere," he laughed as he left, taking my wallet and keys with him and locking the door behind him. I suppose that I should have been angry, but I was still turned on. Bondage gets me hard, and the thought of becoming a sissy office worker was fueling my thoughts even further. Immobilized as I was, all I could do was turn over and rub my cock against the rough carpet. The rough texture only added to my sensory overload, and after another hour of squirming around like that, I shot my second load. It was very painful because of the tight rope wrapped around my balls. The pain just made it all the more intense. I have no idea how long I lay there in a pool of my own cum. More than a few hours passed. My muscles were starting to cramp when Hector finally returned. True to his word, he had a few friends in tow. They laughed when they saw me writhing around on the floor. Hector reminded them that he "told you she was a horny slut." The first man pulled out a knife and started cutting me free. "Let's see if she's any good." My muscles screamed and the new blood flowed into my muscles, but I did what I could to make Hector proud of me. I staggered to my knees and found the unknown man's cock. I was so horny that it went down my throat with one deep motion. "Fuck," he exclaimed, "she's like a cocksucking vacuum!" I felt fingers probing my ass, and practically came when they were replaced with a throbbing cock. These two new men proceeded to spit roast me. It only took a few thrusts before they flooded me with their cum from both ends. "Y?" Hector asked. "Que te parece?" I don't speak Spanish, but I would find out later that Hector sold me to his friends as their new office slut. "Congratulations, sissy, you passed the test" Hector beamed. "You're not unemployed any more! You're the new sissy cock slut secretary--isn't that exciting?" I had a new job, but only if I could get myself into full gurly mode. Hector wasn't worried. He called some friends and started making plans as he read off the numbers on my credit card in order to "pagar para la transformacion." "Look, Mike, or I guess it's Michelle now" he expressed with a surprising note of kindness in his voice. "I have always thought that you'd make a good sissy. You're really more girl than boy anyway, so here's your chance to embrace your fate. I hope this is what you want, because like it or not, it's coming true now." I didn't have a chance to respond. He shut me up by sticking his cock in my mouth. Instinctively, I started servicing him. "See what I mean," he continued. "You're a natural at this. So here's what's going to happen. I've got a cousin who has a beauty shop. She's going to make you all pretty, and then we'll see how girly you really are." Hector had his cock down my throat so I couldn't say anything, but his hand was wrapped around my hard cock, giving him all the answer he needed. He stroked me until I came for the third time that day! He scooped up my cum and proceeded to have me lick it up in between bobbing up and down on his cock, which eventually began spurting into my mouth as well. It was intense. I should have gathered my sense and run away at this point. I didn't do so, which gave Hector the chance to pull out some handcuffs and lock my hands up behind my back. He also had a gag and a blindfold in his bag. Within moments I was totally at his mercy, and I barely even resisted when he and his friends marched me out naked into my driveway and pushed me into the back of their truck. Once I was secured and covered with a tarp, we drove to his cousin's beauty salon on the other side of town. She was not happy to see me, but she agreed to work on me after all Hector gave her my credit card for safekeeping. But she insisted that she would only "fix up this fucking sissy" after her customers were finished for the night. Hector laughed and said that I didn't have to be at work anytime soon, so he led me to the basement to tie me up for a multi-hour wait. To help me pass the time, he downloaded a sissy hypnosis file and put it on a loop, so that it could help bring out my inner slut. He pressed play and I listened to my daily sissy training file. I lost count how many times it played because I eventually fell asleep and enjoyed some very erotic sissy dreams, while I waited, tied up in the basement. Hector had tied my ankles to my thighs, forcing me to sit on the dildo with all of my weight. My arms were uncuffed and then re-attached to a chain hanging overhead. I found that I could pull myself up a little, but didn't have the strength to get myself completely off the dildo, so when my arms gave out, I simply slammed the dildo back into my ass. Apparently I was making too much noise, moaning and slamming myself up and down on the dildo. Hector's cousin, Marisol suddenly appeared at the top of the stairs and told me to "shut the fuck up." She had her assistant with her, and the two women pulled out several rolls of duct tape and proceeded to mummify me right where I sat. I didn't move or make any sound for the next several hours. I couldn't have done so if I'd wanted to. I stayed absolutely quiet, unable to move a muscle and forced to deal with the giant dildo stuffed deep into my ass. Like I said, eventually I fell asleep and passed the last few hours dreaming of becoming a sissy who services a non-stop parade of cocks. Sometime during one of these dreams my little sissy stick exploded yet again. Apparently my new job would include multiple orgasms every day. Talk about a nice benefits package! Hector returned just after dark. He brought one of his friends with him. The shop was closed and it was just Marisol and tow other beauticians left in the shop. I was untied--meaning the duct tape was ripped off my body, taking much of my body hair along with it. No worries, as whatever the duct tape didn't remove would soon be taken off with hot wax. Between Hector, his friend and the three ladies, I was helpless to resist. I had all of my hair removed. I was given long blonde hair extensions while somebody glued cherry red talons onto my fingers. My hair was styled into a giant puffy style that all but screamed that I was a sissy bimbo who needed to be fucked. Marisol did my makeup. It was semi-permanent, but she teased that a slut like me needed to have her makeup tattooed on just so she'd always look good no matter how many men wanted to fuck my face. Hector lifted me to my feet and wrapped me in a corset. He put his knee in my back and pulled the laces closed to the point where I could barely breathe. He also had two breast forms, which he glued, securely onto my chest. I heard Hector's friend tell him that he would be willing to pay for me to get real tits. I shuddered, but remembered my manners and said, "Gracias." I already had stockings and a garter belt on (when did that happen?) so it didn't take much more to add a bra, heels and a sexy dress to complete the illusion. Marisol had me stand up and do a little turn. Hector was grinning from ear to ear. "I would fuck her," he said. His friend added, "You already did, but yo, tambien!" And thus my fate was sealed; Hector had sold me to his friend as his new office worker. Officially, I would be the new receptionist. Unofficially, I would be the office whore, pleasing any of the seventeen employees whenever they needed a little relief. I would spend my days working at the shop, and my nights tied up in Marisol's salon, so she could ensure that I was a total sissy knock out ever day before I went off to my job serving the men at Auto Domingo Body shop. Most of my paycheck goes straight to Marisol for my sissy upkeep. Some of it goes to Hector as a finder's fee and the rest goes into an account to save up for my breast implants. My day now runs like this. My alarm goes off at 4am. I crawl over to Marisol's basement bathroom and clean myself out. It only took one time showing up to work with shit in my ass. My new bosses made me lick the shit off their cocks and then made me work the rest of my shift as their sissy toilet. That mostly meant that they would piss down my throat. They still do that to me on occasion, but on that day, I was also forced to chew up and swallow the employee's shit. I vowed then and there to always be squeaky clean, lest my new Masters decide to make me into their permanent toilet instead of just their occasional urinal. Back to my daily routine. Marisol gives me a touch up every morning. Teasing my hair higher and higher, making sure my makeup is always as slutty as possible. I am collected every morning by 7. I look like I am heading out to the club, but It's really just my slutty work outfit. I look like a complete woman, other than the bulge in the front of my dress. I can't do anything about that as my cock has now been locked up in a tiny chastity device. Remember how excited I was about multiple daily orgasms all those months ago? Yeah, I haven't been allowed to cum for more than year now. I have to wear menstrual pads because I am constantly dripping and staining my dresses. Back to my daily schedule. I arrive at work at 7:30 and brew the coffee, sweep up and get the shop ready to open. By 8am I am at my post in the front. Customers who show up will see this incredibly sexy woman welcoming them and answering the phones. If they were to peer over the counter top they would find that I am impaled on a giant dildo, my stiletto heels locked to the side of my chair and my balls tied so tightly to the floor that I long for the day that they will be cut off and my agony will be over. Still I smile and try to act as if nothing is amiss. The other hidden accessory is an electric shock pad that is hooked up to the phones. I get a violent shock every time they ring. The wires are run into the dildo and attached to my chastity cage. The guys think it's funny to call me from their cell phones whenever a customer is in the lobby, laughing as I struggle to keep my composure as I deal with the customers while having a non-stop series of shocks delivered to my sissy pussy and balls. Speaking of the guys--there are seventeen of them. There's not a day that goes by when I'm not dragged to the break room to suck off or be fucked by every single one of them. By the time the workday is finished, my belly and pussy are filled to overflowing with the cum from of these seventeen men. And their dogs. That's the latest twist. Six of the men have dogs, and they delight in making me get down and be bred like the bitch I have become. These aren't large dogs, but one of the guys is having a lot of fun asking my opinion about the Great Danes he's looking to buy. He asks me what I think about the dog, paying special attention to the cock that I will be forced to service whenever the dog arrives. I shudder at the thought, and also in anticipation at how wonderful it would be to be turned into a sissy bitch for my soon to be Canine Master. I have to suffice with the mutts my guys bring into the shop right now, but a sissy can dream of bigger and better things. True to their word, my Masters used my work earnings to give me the sissy upgrades that they had promised. I wasn't given any warning. I was simply drugged one afternoon after work and woke up four days later with a glorious set of D cup titties. The nipples had been tattooed a dark red that was very visible through most of my tops. I delighted in watching as one customer after another was unable to peel their eyes off of my new rack. I had also been modified down below. My balls were removed to help stop me from filling my panties with my dribbles. Since I was castrated, I was allowed freedom from my sissy cage, although my sissy stick was pierced so that it could be tied back to the ring just in front of my sissy pussy. My new Masters laughed at me when they realized that I had only been allowed to cum twice in the year and a half since I started my new job. I couldn't say much about it as my mouth was stuffed full of cock at the time that they made the comment. That was my life, being a sissy slut for a group of constantly horny men (and their dogs) without any hope of a better future. Right up until the day that Miguel walked into the shop. He took my breath away. The man had only gotten better looking with time. He looked at me as if he had met me before, but I had so many changes to my appearance that it's understandable that he only thought of me as a hot secretary and not a dude he had once fucked a few years ago. He flirted with me, and I wilted at his attention. He was only there for a minor repair to his car, but I managed to keep him entertained while he waited for the repairs. I already had the use of a back room where I serviced my guys, so I simply dragged Miguel off and proceeded to suck him dry. He was a little shocked at my actions, but like a real man, he didn't protest. He did take note of my cocksucking skills, telling me that I reminded him of somebody he knew a few years ago. I tore down the veil and revealed myself to him. Miguel was astounded by my transformation. "Mike," he exclaimed, "I wondered what happened to you. Now I find out you went and turned yourself into a hot piece of ass. Damn, girl, you look fine!" I thanked him for the compliment by lowering myself down on his magnificent cock. Things were a whirlwind from that point on. Miguel cut deals with both my boss and Marisol. By the end of the week I had been moved into his house. I still get regular sissy salon sessions, and I work half days three times each week, but now the bulk of my time is spent at Miguel's house, serving as his live in maid and total sissy cock slut. I still wake up at 4am each morning, but now the extra time is spent making myself pretty and cooking breakfast for Miguel. I serve it to him in bed promptly at 7am. He enjoys his breakfast while I coax my morning treat out of his cock. Sometimes that is cum. Sometimes it is a stream of hot piss. I gratefully swallow whatever Master wants to give me. Master heads off to work (he didn't have any trouble minding a new job) and I spend the next few hours tending to his house. Master has invited a few of his friends to stop by and use me during these mornings while he is out. He has also offered my sissy maid services to his friends, so most mornings now I will find myself scrubbing a toilet while a man fucks my sissy ass and his wife is in the next room rubbing herself in anticipation of what I can do to her after I've been bred by her hubby. I head off to the shop by noon, where I am quickly fucked by most of my guys. Most days I don't even have to work the phones. I simply show up and go to the back room and get down on all fours so I can serve my guys. And their dogs. Sweet Jesus, David went and actually bought a Great Dane! I think I might be in love! I've already hinted to Miguel that we should get a dog of our own. I rush home each evening to prepare Master Miguel's dinner. I greet him at the door on my knees each evening. He frequently brings home friends, and I serve them both under the dining room table while they enjoy their dinner. One night Miguel brought home my old boss, Mr. Peters! "Remember Michael?" he asked. "From the old days? Now she's my sissy slut." Mr. Peters smiled and said that he remembered me. "If it wasn't against company policy," he said, "I would have totally tapped her ass when she was working for me." That's all I needed to hear. I was soon "cleaning" Mr. Peter's house, or at least his cock every single weekend. I was enjoying being Miguel's sissy whore so much that I was surprised one day when he informed me that we were going to be married. I squealed in delight and practically screamed, "I do!" I was informed that it would happen in just one month, and that I would need to go prepare myself for my "special day." Which meant that Marisol arrived at my door, brimming with all sorts of ideas about how to make me into the sexiest bride ever. She escorted me to a tattoo parlor and instructed them to pierce my nipples and to tattoo on my lipstick and eyeliner. While I was still recovering, I was dragged to a doctor's office where my C cup implants were replaced with GGs! I could barely stand upright with my new titties weighing me down. I also had two ribs removed and my corset training was turned up a notch. Throw in some ass filler and I had soon sported pin up proportions (a 20" waist with GG cup tits!) The big day came and I was desperate to show myself off to my new husband. Marisol and Hector collected me in the morning. Hector allowed me to suck his cock in order to calm my nerves. What a nice friend! Marisol spruced up my hair and makeup, although it didn't take much effort as much of it was tattooed in place now. When I was ready, she showed me the dress. It looked like something a stripper would wear for a bridal pole dance. I loved it! I had a big puffy skirt in the back, but the crotch was totally exposed for anybody who wanted to see what I had in my panties. Since they were split crotch, my sissy stick flopped around in-between my wedding garter belt and sheer white stockings. A wedding bill was hooked on the ring in my clitty, causing me to jingle wherever I went. I was given white ballet heels to wear. I didn't think I could walk in them, but that wasn't a problem. I was lowered onto a pole with a giant dildo sticking on the end. My feet couldn't quite touch the ground, so I would be wheeled around on my dildo cart for the rest of the day. Just to make certain I wouldn't squirt too much, my legs and knees were tightly tied to the pole, leaving my clitty to flop in the wind, weighed down by my wedding bell. The top of my dress was so low cut that my tits might have well been exposed--which is exactly what happened during the ceremony. The veil was opaque, and just to make sure, I was blindfolded and gagged behind the veil. Just to make things interesting, I was given an injection. I would later find out it was a mixture of amphetamines and a powerful aphrodisiac. I spent the rest of the night bouncing up and down on my bridal pole, desperate to replace it with a real cock. Four hours before the ceremony, I was propped up in a corner while I heard the sounds of my wedding guests enjoying my party. I was left to squirm and moan, impaled on my bridal pole while the party raged on all around me. It turns out that the pole was electrified, so anytime a guest wanted to stop by and give me zap, or use my useless sissy stick as a punching bag, I would find myself at their mercy. The party raged on. I could tell that people were getting drunk. Ominously, I could hear the sound of a few dogs barking off on the side of the room. Suddenly the wedding march began to play and I found myself being wheeled down the aisle. Mr. Peters served as the man to give me away. I was allowed to blow him right there in front of the crowd in thanks for his service. Then it was all pomp and tradition as I was taken to face Miguel, who removed my veil and my blindfold. The preacher was wearing full leather, and he had a slave in a gimp suit holding the rings. He had another slave holding two large dogs straining on a leash. Some smelly ointment had been smeared on my sissy pussy, so could guess what was about to happen. The ceremony itself was rather traditional, expect that I was taken off of my bridal pole and said my vows with my mouth full of my new Master's cock. The wedding ring was intended to be secured to what was left of my sissy stick, so a piercing artist permanently secured my wedding band and then I was immediately put to use serving all of our guests. The wedding party raged all night long. I sucked off all the men. I licked all of the women. I was fucked repeatedly by the men, their wives who had thoughtfully brought strap on dildos, and of course, the dogs. There was a stock set up on the stage, painted virginal wedding white, and I spent the last hours locked up in it. Guests would stop by and use my mouth or sissy ass, either for their pleasure or for a bathroom. The dogs were also given free reign on my pussy, and at least two of the hours I spent being fully knotted like a good bitch. My wedding dress didn't survive for long. Within a few hours I was reduced to a stained corset and ripped up stocking, squirming around like the bitch in heat I had become. My new titties flopped around just begging to be abused. Some thought that they looked like punching bags. Somebody else found some pins in my dressing room and proceeded to see how many pins I could take being stuck into my tits. They had to go in at an angle so as not to pop my implants, but I proud to say that I survived the entire pincushion. It was pure bliss knowing that my suffering amused my new husband who got off on fucking several of the wedding guests right in front of him, demanding that I tell him how much I enjoyed watching him be such a stud. I had no problem complying with his command because it was all true. The party ended but I was still locked in the stocks. My husband decided to bed two of the guests, so I was left to wait in the ballroom while they had their fun. At one point the janitorial staff came in and cleaned up around me. Not to pass up an obvious perk, two of the men fucked me while the rest of the crew looked on. Then they realized that since I was responsible for the mess, they had me clean up the ballroom while they lounged at the side of the room, commenting on what a shit maid I was. "Tell your husband to send you over," they said, "we'll make sure you learn the right way to be a sissy maid." And so my big day came to an end. My husband had my name officially changed to "Sissy Puta Hernandez." To make certain I wouldn't forget, he had it tattooed on my breast along with his cell phone number, just I case I should get lost and needed help being returned to him. All of my bank accounts and assets were transferred into his name (not that I had much). As a wedding present I was gifted a pair of dogs who I would soon be serving as frequently as my husband. Actually, King and Kaiser have much more stamina, and they seem to be competing among themselves as to which dog can bitch me out the best every morning when I go into the kennel to serve them. I can't be there every morning as my husband has taken to selling my sissy services to a select group of men all over the country. It seems like once a month I am dropped off at a truck stop and instructed to climb in the cab and behave myself like a good sissy slut. I spend several days tied up in the back, or dropped off at seedy truckstops where I am transferred to another truck, I never know where I am going, but sooner or later I show up at a house (usually a mansion with a hidden dungeon) where I spend the next moth or so submitting to what the Masters of that house desires. Once I was boxed up and put aboard a shipping container. Master informed the sailors that there was a horny sissy cum dump onboard, and so I spent a month at see keeping the crew happy before I arrived at a Middle Eastern compound where I was added to a harem. My role was not to serve the Sultan, but rather to serve his pets while he laughed at me. I don't care about that. The truth about it is that a few years ago I was a broke dude without a job. Now I am a new woman, totally content with my new life. Sure, I didn't get much choice in what happened to me, but I wouldn't change anything for the world. I have been transformed into a drop-dead gorgeous woman. Only my little sissy stick gives the illusion away, and there are a lot of guys who love to play with my overlong clitty while they fuck me. And yes, I'm servicing as many dogs as Masters these past few years, but that's okay as well. Yes, it's dehumanizing, but what can I say, this sissy like to be bread like the bitch I have become. The only downside is that time spares no one, and I'm not the fresh young sissy I once was. I still have no problem keeping Miguel interested in me, but he has given me the task of finding him a new sissy to play with. He told me straight out that he will divorce me and marry the new sissy, but I can't help myself. I want to keep my husband happy, so I'm on the hunt for his new sissy, even if it means the end of my happily ever after. Surprisingly, that's okay with me. After all, I am a sissy cock slut who lives for the pleasure of her Master. Nothing more. Nothing less.