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Author's note: Another quickie story from a reader request. This one came
from a police officer. He wouldn't tell me where he lives, but I kind of
hope he lives nearby and wants to do this to me one day.
Once again, please feel free to leave comments here or at
[email protected]. As a submissive sissy, I love any and all comments, no
matter what!
Busted!
I had just cracked a beer and was sitting down to watch a little porn and
unwind from a hard day at the office when I heard a loud knock at my
front door. I wasn't expecting anybody.
Certainly not the police.
Opening the door I found two uniformed officers standing on my front
porch.
"Good evening, sir," the officer said with a strange tone in his voice.
"We're looking for a Michelle. Is she here?"
"Um, no, Sir," I stammered. "It's just me. I'm Michael, so maybe that's
the confusion."
The officer checked his notes. "You're not Michelle?" he asked. I tried
to laugh it off as I am obviously a guy, but my laugh caught in my throat
when he held up a picture of me in full drag.
"Sissy Michelle?" he asked, even though he obviously already knew the
answer.
"You certainly look like her," the other officer added with menace.
I tried to laugh it off, claiming that the picture was from a Halloween
party, and that my girlfriend made me dress up like that. The officers
weren't buying any of it.
The first officer said "I think you better invite us in, sissy," and then
he and his partner let themselves into my apartment without waiting for
my permission.
The first man told me to please sit down while his partner started
exploring my apartment. I freaked out as there was a sissy porn file on
my desktop computer, but a stern look kept me from saying anything. I
sank into the couch while the officer towered over me. I was scared at
what was happening but also more than a little bit excited about it as
well.
"Look at me, sissy," the officer demanded. "We had a call about some
strange sounds coming from your home, and when we arrived we found you
dressed in female clothes and tied up, unable to get free."
I was confused.
He took pity on me.
"Look," he explained, "that's the official story. The real reason we are
here is that you're a sissy cock slut who has been teasing the men in
this town for far too long."
"But," I stammered, "no. And that's not illegal, is it?"
"No," the second officer announced as he returned to the living room.
"But all that kiddie porn on your computer certainly is."
"What!" I cried out. "I've never done that! Okay, sure, I admit it, I'm a
sissy, but there's nothing illegal on my computer!"
"There is now," the officer laughed as he fingered a thumb drive.
I started to cry and hyperventilate. I was losing control until the
office slapped me full across the face. "Calm your ass down, sissy," he
hissed. "This could be a good thing."
He explained what was about to happen. Officers Dominic and Jackson were
assigned to the vice unit, and had been monitoring Internet traffic
looking to find sex predators. They had stumbled across some of my online
profiles where I advertised myself as "Sissy Michelle, the biggest cock-
slut/cum-dump in town."
It was just a fantasy--something that got me all hot and bothered.
"Posting a sissy ad isn't illegal?" I asked, not quite sure of myself any
more.
"No, that's not illegal," they explained, "but it's a shame when a
wannabe sissy faggot doesn't have the balls to be her true self."
"That's where we come in," Officer Jackson explained with a big smile on
his face. "Ironically, we give you the balls and also chop them off so
you can be the biggest sissy cock-slut/cum dump in town."
"You have two choices. We can either arrest you because we found all that
sissy porn on your computer when we came to investigate the strange
noises coming from your residence. Like I said, we found you tied up,
stuck in your sissy clothes and unable to get free."
"Probably had some guy stop by and use her sissy ass then left her tied
up like that until he could come back and fuck her again the next day,"
Officer Jackson helpfully added.
"Probably," Dominic agreed. "Either way, we came in, found the child porn
and next thing you know, we've got ourselves a sex offender."
"The inmates at county just love it when we send them a sissy sex
pervert."
I took a hard swallow. "What's the other option?" I asked with a
trembling voice.
Officer Jackson sat down and put his arm around me. "I'm glad you asked,
sissy."
And so I found out that our police force had an unofficial program where
a small group of officers would track down local sissies and then force
them to become the sissy cock sluts of their fantasies. They would train
them to become full on cock sluts during the year before taking up a
collection to send them to Thailand for "Girly surgery" in December.
I tried to explain that I wasn't interested in something that extreme,
but the officers weren't listening to anything I had to say.
Finally, Officer Dominic got tired of hearing me squeal. He told Officer
Jackson to shut me up and before I knew what was happening he had thrown
to the ground, handcuffed my hands behind my back, fitted me with a ring
gag and proceeded to use his cock as a very effective gag.
Dominic knelt down so he could hiss in my ear while Jackson fucked my
mouth like an animal. "This is happening, Sissy," he said. "You can
submit and we'll all have some fun, or we'll put your ass behind bars and
let the inmates do it to you. Your choice."
Officer Jackson pulled out so that I could reply. What could I do? I
chose the "all have some fun option." "Yes, sir," I squeaked, "I am sissy
Michelle."
"Officer Dominic told me that I'd made the right choice when he moved
around behind me. Pulling a knife off his belt, he cut me free of my
clothes and then proceeded to fuck me.
He laughed when he found that I was already wearing panties and had a
lubed butt plug shoved up my sissy pussy. He removed the plug and
replaced it with his cock while Jackson continued his assault on my
throat.
Neither man wore a condom. Both men bred me and when I tried to protest I
had my face slapped once again. "Masters breed their sissy sluts whenever
the fuck they want," they explained. I gave in and bowed my head. "Yes,
Sir," I replied.
"You know," Officer Jackson told his partner, "I have a feeling this
might be our best sissy yet."
I was instructed to go get dressed in my sexiest sissy outfit. The two
men watched as I rolled on some sheer black stockings. I added the garter
belt and a frilly black bra with cut out nipples and matching split
crotch panties. The butt plug went back in and I was introduced to my
"new friend," the small chastity cage that was immediately locked into
position.
Once my sissy stick was secured, I was told to put on my French Maid
dress and 5" stiletto heels. The frilly wrist cuffs and collar were
locked into place. A wig and some lipstick and mascara completed the
ensemble. I stood before the two men shaking in fear, but with my little
cockette throbbing uncontrollably in the confines of its cage.
Officer Dominic told me that it "wasn't bad for day one," then Officer
Jackson helped me to the ground and suddenly producing a couple of skeins
of rope, he proceeded to tie me up on the floor.
When I was secure, he pulled out a phone and placed a call to the police.
"Um, hello," he said in an obviously disguised voice, "there're strange
noises coming out of the house a 6170 Bradford Way. At first I thought it
was just loud sex sounds, but I think somebody should probably go check
on the guy who lives there."
The dispatched said that she would send officers out to investigate and
with a few moments, Officer Dominic's radio squawked to life. He told
dispatch that they would investigate, and then putting on a big fake grin
he announced, "Oh look, Officer Jackson, another sissy pervert tied up
and making trouble."
Officer Jackson added that, "I bet we find a lot of child porn on his
computer too."
"But," I stammered, "I thought we had a deal."
"We do, sissy," Officer Dom said. "A deal where you get totally fucked.
You should just admit to the charges and things will go a lot easier for
you."
I was arrested and marched out to the patrol car while still dressed as a
French maid. Half my neighborhood came out to watch as the police
escorted me away. I was wearing mascara and lipstick in my mug shot. The
officer who took my fingerprints laughed and said to the arresting
officers, "You two keep bringing in all the freaks."
I was placed in a holding cell with four other men. I tried to shrink
into the far corner, but they definitely noticed that a sexy French maid
sissy had been delivered into their keep for the night.
Officer Dom winked as he slammed the cell door closed. "Try not to break
her, boys."
The boys didn't wait long. They were on me in seconds, passing me around
like a whore while they sampled both of my holes. I was too scared to
turn in a good sissy performance, so the guys took pity on me. They all
gave me a second chance to prove my sissy worth. Some of them gave me a
third opportunity.
I had taken thurteen loads of cum that night when I finally fell asleep,
naked and kneeling with Jamal's cock still sheathed in my mouth.
That's how the police found me the next morning when I made bail. Some
anonymous benefactor had decided to help me. out It turned out to be my
new lawyer, Jamison. He was in on this racket too.
He met me at the release door and ordered me to get into his car. He
threw a pair of handcuffs at me and told me to "buckle up," As we were
idling at the door, Jamal appeared and let himself into the backseat.
"Jamal, I understand you've met sissy Michelle?"
"Yeah," he smiled. "She's raw as fuck, but I can work with her."
"Need any help with the charges?" he asked. "Naw, they were magically
dismissed once again."
We drove to an apartment on the bad side of town and Jamal dragged me out
of the car. Jamison threw him the keys to my handcuffs and told me to "Be
a good girl," and then drove off, reminding me not to be late for my
court date next week.
Jamal promised that I would be there and then dragged me up to his
apartment. He didn't even try to hide me, parading his new sissy maid
around while several of the men in his apartment complex leered at me and
gave Jamal high fives as he passed by.
No sooner did we get in the door than Jamal threw me to the floor.
"You're my sissy bitch for the next five days," he said. "That means you
get to clean my house and clean my cock, and if you complain, I'll beat
your ass until you give in like a good sissy."
It helps that Jamal was a gorgeous Black man with an 11" cock. I know
that I should have rebelled tried to escape, but I was more interested in
being his sissy bitch for the next few days, so I willing submitted to
whatever he demanded.
To make certain that I wouldn't run off, Jamal padlocked a heavy chain to
my chastity cage. I was confined to a 20' radius for the duration, and
frequently found myself being dragged by the balls into the bedroom to
serve Jamal.
He also had a small group of friends who liked to stop by and check out
the new sissy. They all had a lot of fun dragging "the bitch by her
balls" from one room to the next.
I didn't sleep much during those five days. Between serving as their
housemaid, slut or waitress, I found myself being fucked or forced to
give blowjobs to a half-dozen men every single day. No sooner would I
find myself falling asleep than I would feel a hard yank on my balls and
I'd literally be pulled right back into service.
Jamison stopped by to check on my progress and discuss my case. Basically
he had me suck his cock while told me what was going to happen. He
suggested that I should plead out. Which is why I found myself standing
in front of a judge a few days later, admitting that I was a sissy who
had downloaded child porn, and one who was willing to do whatever I could
to pay for my crimes.
Whatever turned out to be registering as a sex offender, serving 18
months home probation and submitting to the Galloway Addiction Center. I
suppose that I should have guessed it before I showed up that first day,
but the Galloway counselors were in on the sissy racket as well.
Miss Dixon was assigned to my case and I swear she salivated when I came
into her office. She prescribed a drug regimen to help me. It turned out
to be a potent cocktail of feminization hormones. There were also some
aphrodisiacs in there, so I spent the next few months scratching at my
budding chest and writhing around in lust, unable to do anything about it
as I was still locked in my chastity.
She also prescribed hypno therapy to cure me of my "deviant desires," I
honestly didn't think I could be hypnotized. That proved to be very
wrong.
Time seemed to disappear. I would head off to my therapy session in the
morning and then black out, waking up the next day with no idea what was
happening other than the feeling that my sissy pussy was really stretched
out each and every session.
The dried cum stains on my clothes left no doubt as to what had happened
to me during the blackouts.
It was at this point that I realized that my titties were really starting
to grow. Truth be told, my ass was getting bigger as well. My sissy
clitty had been locked away in its cage for so long now that I couldn't
really tell how much it was shrinking.
Miss Dixon helped me realize that what I really wanted most in life was
to become a woman, and as soon as I admitted it, she helped me apply for
the sex reassignment surgery, although I don't really remember signing
the papers. I do recall spending several hours every day licking her to
multiple climaxes while tied up underneath her desk, and I remember being
tightly bound up each night in a straight jacket while I slept, but I
don't remember anything more than that.
So it was a bit of a surprise when I was released from the program after
four months and basically dumped on the sidewalk with no assets other
than one small suitcase full of sexy clothes. My apartment was gone, as
well as everything in it. My bank accounts had been liquidated. All I had
left in the world was that one small suitcase and a brand new pair of DD
tits. Try as I might, I don't remember when I got them.
I was standing on the sidewalk, not quite knowing what to do when a
police cruiser pulled up to the curb. It was Officers Dom and Jackson,
who told me to get in. I was surprised to find that I could no longer
disobey the commands of any man, so when the trunk popped open, I
willingly did as I was told and crawled in and pulled the trunk closed on
me.
There were several sets of handcuffs laying there in the trunk, so I
surmised what I needed to do and secured my ankles and wrists closed.
Before I did that, I locked my chastity to the top of the trunk and paid
for my actions when the cruiser hit every pothole in town.
I couldn't wait for the day that my ugly sissy balls would be removed.
All they did lately was cause me a lot of pain.
Such as when we stopped and Officer Jackson tried to open the trunk.
Since I had locked my balls to the underside of the trunk, he was forced
to lift me by my balls when he opened it. Obviously, it was very painful.
I suggested that he save us both the aggravation by simply taking his
knife and chopping them off, but he just laughed and fumbled for the keys
to the handcuffs while I flopped around like a fish on a line, well, a
fish caught by his sissy ball sack.
I was returned to Jamal, who was something of a local pimp. He pulled
down my blouse to reveal my new tits, and after some appreciative
squeezes, he pronounced that I could join his stable of whores.
I squealed in excitement. For whatever reason, my ultimate goal in life
had turned into becoming a sissy prostitute. My first customers were the
two officers who had helped me find my true calling in life. I would
never be able to repay them, but a promise of free blowjobs whenever they
wanted seemed like a good start!
I spent the next few months working the streets. I was the cheapest whore
on the block, which meant that $20 meant you could use me in whatever way
you wanted. My reputation spread out ahead of me, and I didn't have any
difficulty bring several hundred dollars back to Jamaal every single
night. The other whores in town weren't happy with me, so they simply
robbed me of my cut of the money each night and made me service them
right there in public as my way of saying thanks.
I suppose I should have asked for my cut of the money, but I was totally
cock-crazed and happy to spend my days sucking cock for my pimp. Indeed,
he would have to force me to stop and eat every few days because l only
wanted to have yummy cum and piss sliding past my throat from then on
out.
After a few more surgeries, I quickly became Jamal's best earner. I would
find myself being sent out on specialty jobs. There were a lot of frat
parties where I was expected to service the entire house, as well as any
sorority sisters who might stop by. And on one occasion, I was directed
to service the house mascot, a huge dog named King. I balked at first,
but then the house president whispered something into my ear and I was
suddenly transformed into King's sissy bitch in heat. I wanted nothing
more in the world to be filled full of my doggie Master's puppies.
King did his part and knotted me while I continued to service the
brothers with my free hole, barking my appreciation in between the hard
cocks that kept filling my mouth with their yummy cummy treats.
There also were a few high-class affairs where local bigwigs would bring
me in as the evening's entertainment. Thanks to Miss Dixon's hypnosis
training, I couldn't ever remember what had happed to me during these
parties, all though more than once I was returned to Jamal with new
piercings or tattoos.
I'd also return with a collection of new pictures for Jamal to enjoy.
Apparently reputation as a doggie slut was quite the talk of the town.
My other responsibility was to service the local police force. It was
much more than officers Dominic and Jackson by this point. I can't
remember the last day a police cruiser didn't pull of and order me into
the backseat to service our boys in blue. As you might guess, the K-9
units got in on the action as well.
In fact, I can't remember that last time I had fewer that four cruisers
pull up in a given night. That, plus my regular clients meant that I had
truly become a well-used sissy whore. Most days I didn't eat because I
couldn't eat--my tummy was too full of delicious cum!
Suddenly it was December and I found myself delivered to a beauty salon.
I had to be tied up in the chair because I kept trying to break free and
lick the beautician's pussy. Then they said some strange phrase and
suddenly my world went black.
I woke a few hours later, looking like the epitome of feminiity. Huge
tits, big hair, sexy makeup and long nails. I reeked of sexual potential.
And if that wasn't enough, I was dressed in a wedding dress and wearing
7" heels that were impossible to walk in. I guess this bride would be
crawling on her wedding night.
A limousine arrived and I was delivered to the back room of a local cop
bar. There were thirty cops inside. I knew each and every one of them.
Intimately.
I was the guest of honor. Officers Dominic and Jackson greeted me at the
door and escorted me to the main stage. They asked me if I had enjoyed
myself over the past year. In response, I sunk to my knees and tried to
suck them both off.
They laughed and said that we would get to that later, but they needed to
introduce me to my new husband first. They said something strange to me
and I blacked out. After a few commands, I woke up head over heels in
love with my new Master/husband.
He was a young rookie on the force. I crawled to him and begged to be his
sissy sex slave from then on out. I fished out his cock to make it
official.
There was a preacher in the bar, as well as a notary public. The first
thing I did was to legally change my name to Sissy Cumslut Davidson. When
that was finished I was married to my new Master, and had wholeheartedly
promised to love and OBEY him and his friensds, til death do we part, or
until he decided to find a better sissy cum slut.
Officers Dominic and Jackson stepped forward and after allowing me the
honor of sucking their cocks, they asked me if I was happy now that I had
officially become a ravenous sissy cum slut. "Yes!" I cried out in
absolute honesty. "This is the best thing that ever happened to a sissy
like me!"
Officer Dominic smiled and said, "Good. We could use your help trapping
next year's sissy."
I just smiled and swallowed his cock back down my throat. What better way
to show my appreciation than to help train the officer's new sissy in the
New Year!
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