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Author's Note: Another reader request, this one from a fellow sissy who
enjoys when I write about a daily routine that helps keep me in a sissy
headspace all day long. She requested that it be detailed enough to seem
plausible, should somebody want to start following the schedule. And of
course, it should spiral out of control so that her sissy stick throbs in
her panties.
I'm always happy to oblige. I'm left wondering if I could actually follow
such a sissy schedule. It would sure be a lot of fun to try!
Enjoy. And please comment on the story here or email me directly at
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xoxox
Sissy Michelle
My Sissy Schedule
My alarm goes off at 3:30am. Actually two alarms go off. The first is an
audio file where I hear a woman moaning loudly as she is fucked like a
whore. It starts off at regular volume, but quickly increases to a point
where my neighbors could hear it if I don't turn it off soon.
The second is a product called "Lil Rooster." Basically it's a vibrator
tied to an alarm clock, which means that I wake every morning to the
sounds of sex from my phone as well as a pleasant buzzing in my panties.
I used to be somebody who liked to hit the snooze bar on my alarm, but
those days are long gone. I have too much to do, too many people to serve
each day, and as I am an obedient sissy cock slut, I have trained myself
to jump out of bed just as soon as my alarm sounds.
Well, as soon as I untie myself. Master requires me to sleep in bondage
every night, since I usually tie myself up, I am able to get free in the
morning. It's a five-point tie, where my ankles and sissy balls are tied
tightly to the footboard of my bed. By pulling the balls tight to the end
of the base, I have to struggle to reach the loop of rope at the
headboard.
I don't give up and although it hurts to stretch my arms to the point
where the carabineers hooked to my wrist cuffs will reach the headboard
rope, I have always been able to secure myself up for night. To be fair,
many times I have a friends who will feed me a midnight snack and then
help make sure that I'm trussed up so I can enjoy my sweet sissy dreams.
No time to think about that now--this sissy needs to get up and going!
I check my phone once I am free from the ropes. Master sends me a text
message each night around midnight that contains our special "word of the
day." It's usually something like "Whore" or "Cockslut," but sometimes it
could be "Pineapple" or "Widget."
I take out a pink sharpie and I write on a Post It note: "Sissy Michelle
(making sure to dot the "I"s with tiny hearts). They I add today's date
and the word of the day. This post it will appear in every photo that I
send to Master during the day.
I head to the bathroom and send Master my first daily picture. It is a
close up shot of my painted toenails on my bathroom scale. Master closely
monitors my weight. Under his guidance I have gone from 220lbs to 163lbs
during this past year. Master is pleased with my progress toward my 130lb
goal weight! I must admit that I would be thrilled if he wanted to take
me even lower than that.
Picture number two shows me bent over with my enema hose in place. How
can you be a good sissy if you're not squeaky clean down there? A little
soap and hot water and I'm ready for my day to begin.
While I wait for the enema to do its job, I chant my sissy mantra. It's a
bit like self-hypnosis as that it's running through my head all day long
and even at night during my dreams!
I say the following in a voice full of conviction:
"I am a sissy cock slut. The only thing I want in life is to be a perfect
sissy cock slut. I am nothing more than a set of hungry holes for any man
to use whenever he is horny. My full purpose in life is to get down on my
knees and serve men in any way that they command me, be it sucking their
glorious cocks, or offering up my sissy pussy to be filled with their
precious fluids. I do this because I am a sissy cock slut."
"I will always thank my Masters for their delicious cum or piss or
whatever they give me to ingest, for I know that a sissy is nothing
without her belly or pussy filled to overflowing with cum. Because of
that, I will do whatever it takes to become Master's ideal sissy cum
dump, because I am nothing but a sissy cock slut."
"I will happily submit to Master and his friends whenever, and wherever
the decide to use me. I will thank any man who uses me for his pleasure,
no matter what he demands from me. My only purpose in life it to service
these men and slurp down their yummy cocks, because I am a sissy cock
slut."
"I will work to sissify myself to the best of my abilities every day. I
will meekly submit to my daily sissy diet and exercises. I will submit to
corset and high heel training, as well as makeup and fashion and hair and
whatever courses of sissy education that Master directs me to study. I
dream about the day that I have pleased Master so much that he gets me
sissy surgeries to help me look the world's sexiest bimbo fuck toy. My
only goal in life is to become as girly as possible so that I can please
Master and his friends, because I am a sissy cock slut."
"I will practice my sissy skills every single day, training both of my
sissy holes to please men in any way that they desire. I will keep myself
clean at all times so my Masters will always be happy to fill me up with
their magnificent cocks. And I will learn through constant practice all
of the ways to best please a man, because I am a sissy cock slut."
"I will submit to my daily routine with a big smile and a positive
attitude. I will not think about what's happening to me, those ideas are
too complicated for a silly little sissy bimbo like me. I will trust that
Master always knows what's best to make me into a perfect sissy, because
in my heart I know that I am a nothing but a sissy cock slut."
I repeat this mantra slowly, giving it the reverence it deserves. After
five repetitions (usually about 15 minutes) I am ready to evacuate my
bowels and move on to the next part of my day.
This is usually the part of the day when I hear the beep of my kitchen
safe popping open. It is a little round plastic container with a timer
lock. It is set to open up every morning at 4am.
There are two sets of keys inside. One of them opens the padlock that
locks up my refrigerator and cupboards. I fix myself a slice of toast and
a cup of coffee, which I use to wash down my sissy pills. I also prepare
a small salad for my lunch later on during the day.
The other key opens the padlock on my leash. I have thirty feet of steel
cable that keeps me stuck in the center of my apartment. It is just long
enough to reach my bed, my shower and toilet, my exercise bike and my
computer. I purposefully cannot reach my front or back door, meaning that
I am unable to lock them.
Should a burglar check my door, I wouldn't be able to stop him from just
walking in and having his way with me.
I unlock myself and don a pair of heels, booty shorts and a spaghetti
strap top and pop outside to collect my mail. Master has occasionally
posted some of his friends to watch me during my morning "strut," and I
know that I will be punished if I ever try to hide from any passers by.
Should they ever ask, I will gladly tell them that I am a sissy cock
slut. I will ask them if they want me to service them in any way, and ask
them to text Master on my phone should they have any further questions.
I've not been confronted yet, other than a few of Master's friends who
stopped by to test my sissy commitment. I know that sooner or later I
will be caught somebody outside of Master's circle of influence. That's
okay. That is what happens to sissy cock sluts like me.
I return inside and lock up the refrigerator and padlock my leash back to
my chastity belt. I send Master a picture that shows all the keys sitting
in the re-closed kitchen safe with the countdown set for 23.5 hours, so
that he knows that I am ready to begin my day.
That starts with the men who work early shifts. I prepare to receive them
by 5am. I'm usually ready by 4:45, just to be safe. I text Master a
picture to prove that I am ready.
Ready means kneeling in my living room, now naked except for my panties,
butt plug, chastity and gag. I have a headband that has speakers inside,
so I cover my eyes with it and press play on a looping sissy hypnosis
file. Master has thoughtfully hired a hypnotist to customize the files
for me.
Boy do they work! I play them on random shuffle, so I never know what
I'll get. Depending on what file is playing when my men start stopping
by, I might suddenly go blind, or be turned into a cheap sex doll. I
might think that I have been transformed into a dog in heat, or I might
suddenly be unable to understand anything English because I think I am a
Mexican maid who is desperate to do whatever it takes to not to be turned
over to la Migra. My hypnosis training has progressed to the point where
I am totally caught up in each of these overwhelmingly believable
hypnotic suggestion.
I stay that way until 7am. Kneeling and concentrating on my sissy
hypnosis training that I seldom hear by back door open. It's always such
a pleasant surprise when I get to service my first cock of the day. There
are usually one or two men who stop by and allow me the honor of sucking
their cocks or being fucked by them. I am not allowed to brush my teeth,
so that I can enjoy the taste of their cum for the rest of the morning.
After they finish using me, they have me kneel back down and resume my
sissy hypno playlist, just in case somebody else wants to stop by.
My phone rings just after 7am. It is Master, and his personalized
ringtone wakes me from my hypnotic trance. I answer with a chipper "Hi,
Charlie," and he responds with "Good morning, Angel." It's our private
joke. Then I report on how my day has gone so far. There should be new
pictures on my phone as the early men know that they have to take a photo
of me servicing them with the word of the day Post It note in plain view.
I upload these pictures or videos to my social media accounts and then
start on my morning sissy exercises.
I have several aerobic videos that I dance along to for the next hour.
The Strippercize DVD is particularly helpful as it teaches me sexy dance
moves while I am working on my sissy figure.
Some days Master tells me to use my stationary bike instead. The seat has
been modified to hold a large dildo, so I pedal furiously for the next
hour while riding the bike cock like a good little sissy.
By the way, my webcam is always remotely turned on at this point. I?ve
set up a series of doorbell cameras in my home so Master and his friends
can keep an eye on me. The feeds can be posted online, and Master invites
his friends to monitor my progress.
I run to the shower at 8. I don?t dawdle because Master has the knob
locked down to the coldest setting. I soap up and am in and out of the
shower as soon as possible, although Master will be watching and will
punish me if I don?t stay in the freezing stream at least long enough to
complete two cycles of my sissy mantra.
I am usually shivering when I get out. I mop up any water on the floor--I
have been forbidden to use a shower curtain as a good sissy never hides
from any camera.
I dry myself on pull my hair into a ponytail. Then I put on new pair of
split crotch panties where there is a specific color assigned for each
day of the week. A matching garter and stockings are already rolled into
place. A new butt plug is stretching me out and I am usually just
stepping into my heels and skirt when my computer beeps at me. I throw on
a tee-shirt and sit down to log onto my 8:30am meeting.
It?s just a regular work meeting. I practice my sissy mantra in my head
while we run through the day?s agenda. For what it?s worth, my boss knows
that I am a sissy and uses me for his pleasure several times each week.
The rest of the office staff doesn?t know, so I just look like the
longhaired skinny guy on my web cam. We get our daily assignments and I
start downloading my work files. While they transfer, I get to work on my
upper half.
The matching bra comes first because I feel strange letting my titties
flop around free. I know they are only B cups now, but I?m practicing for
the day when I can get the DD cup implants that Master has promised as a
reward for being such a good little sissy cock slut.
The dreaded corset comes next. I pull my laces as tightly as I can and
tie them off, knowing full well that a big strong man will stop by and
pull them even tighter closed sometime during the day, or they might
simply cut it lose and introduce me to a newer, smaller, more confining
corset that I will be wearing non-stop until it?s time for an even
smaller model.
Makeup comes next. The full works means a full face, including long false
eyelashes. Then I get to work on teasing out my hair to 70s bimbo
proportions. I do have several wigs in case I feel like a different color
for the day, but now that my own real hair has grown out, I take pride in
knowing that my sexy mane is all my own!
Plus, it?s easier to wash cum out of your real hair, and you never have
to worry that some man will pull off your wig when he?s using your hair
as a slut handle while he forces his cock down your throat.
It usually takes an hour for me to get fully dolled up. I text Master a
picture so that he knows that I am on schedule.
And then I have to do my actual job. I try to concentrate, but my mind
keeps drifting over to my sissy mantra. One day I actually entered
"sissy" "cock" and "slut" into the data fields. It?s a good thing my boss
checks my work!
He immediately came over and reprimanded me for being such a stupid
bimbo! I thanked him as he spanked me in punishment, and then sucked his
cock like a grateful employee.
That?s the exception to the rule. I don?t get any visitors in the
morning, by design, so that I don?t lose my job. A sissy needs a
paycheck, after all, so she can buy all sorts of sexy outfits. And I need
my health benefits so I can keep getting my sissy pills from Master?s
doctor friend.
Lunchtime can?t come soon enough! My webcams suddenly turn on and I know
that it?s time to get ready for the show. I stand and carefully remove my
skirt and blouse, then collect my salad and dump it into a small dog food
bowl with "sissy" written in bright pink letters on the side.
I?m always hungry, but I know better than to eat without being given
permission. So instead, I kneel down and roll my fucking machine over. It
gets chained to my chastity ring so it won?t come lose, then I position
myself in front of a dildo suction-cupped to the wall and turn on the
fucking machine.
I am usually pounded like that for the next fifteen minutes or so until I
sense somebody has entered the room. There is always one man, and he is
always wearing a mask because who knows how many men are watching this
play out on my cameras. He replaces one of the dildos with his real cock,
and I attack it like the sissy cock slut I am.
He is not allowed to breed me, though pulling out and spurting his load
onto my salad at the end. After I clean him up I am allowed to eat, with
over exaggerated gusto as I slurp and lick up every drop of my salad
dressing for the men watching me online.
I have an old milk bottle, which always contains some piss. I don?t
honestly know who is filling it, probably one of my morning guys. My
lunch man brings it over and I wash my lunch down like a good sissy. On
more than one occasion my gentleman caller decides that I need more to
drink (proper hydration should be a part of every sissy?s beauty routine)
so he allows me to swallow his urine straight from the source.
I?m starting to think that these guys are stopping to get multiple big
gulps before they stop by, as it?s not unusual for him to piss straight
down my throat for several straight minutes. I am punished if I let spill
even one drop. I am proud to say that I haven?t earned a spanking now for
months?although sometimes I am still punished, just for the fun of having
a helpless sissy squirming across a man?s knees.
All good things must come to an end, so I thank my visitor for lunch,
pose for my lunch selfie and then clean myself and get dressed for my
afternoon work shift.
It?s pretty much the same as the boring morning shift. The only
difference is that my boss allows me to log off after I?ve finished my
work for the day. He?s such an understanding man! He knows that I could
use a nap, especially as I need to be fresh for the men who will stop by
each night after work. Of course, since he is frequently one of these
men, he has a vested interest in keeping fresh.
I am usually napping in my chair when the five o?clock whistle blows. I
get up and change into a sexy dress. I also put on my very best stripper
heels. After checking my hair and makeup, I step into the living room and
take down my two hanging plants. The plant hooks in the ceiling are
weight bearing and set up to hold two handcuffs on short chains. I put in
my gag and blindfold, and lately I?ve been instructed to hang some
dumbell weights from my sissy balls. I lock the handcuffs closed and
prepare for my evening fun. I chant my sissy mantra while I wait.
I never have to wait too long.
The guys start showing up within the hour. They usually don?t unlock me,
but make themselves at home while I hang in the center of the room like a
sissy pi?ata. They will stop by and spank me on occasion so that I don?t
forget why I am there. They have also been bringing over the weights, and
delight in seeing how much they can hang from my balls before the chain
gives way.
I wonder if they are trying to rip my balls off? I suppose I should be
worried, but a sissy cock slut doesn?t question whatever a man wants to
do to her.
My keys are still locked up, but there is a spare set hanging by the door
where a sissy on a cock leash could see, but could not reach them. My
boys take the keys and open the locks on my refrigerator.
It is stocked with beer, chips and salsa and snacks that horny guys might
like to eat. The guys will bring some food of their own, but one of my
tasks each weekend is to stock up for the week to cum. I always look like
I throwing the biggest party ever when I roll out of the grocery store
with dozen cases of beer!
Of course every party needs pizza, so they guys called a local joint and
ordered several pies. I was instructed to answer the door and give the
delivery boy his tip. The first night a kid showed up and I swear he
almost peed his pants when I started unzipping his fly.
The manager delivered the pizza the next night, angry that I had
assaulted the poor kid. You can probably guess how I showed my remorse.
After the manager fucked me while the guys cheered him on, he gave us a
private number to call the next time we were hungry.
I expected it to be the manager?s cell phone, but no, it was a college
kid named Jamaal who would be delivering our pizza from now on. Jamaal
always brought along his extra meat, much to my delight. Jamaal also had
a hook up for drugs, so the parties got a lot more interesting.
The guys thought it might be funny to turn me into a coke-whore junkie,
and they did their best to keep me totally wasted all night long.
Fortunately, Master put a stop to all of this. He monitors the party
through the webcams in order to "protect his investment."
Which is how things calmed down and settled into a regular routine. The
guys show up and plop down in my living room and start having me serve as
their waitress. I bring them beers and chips and slices of pizza. They
laugh as my stomach growls at the smells. "No sissy," they tease, "you?re
on a diet."
I have every cable channel known to man, so they usually watch a game. At
some point I will be instructed to change into my cheerleader outfit and
cheer for their team. Lately they?ve been more interested in having me do
strip teases and lap dances for them.
I know my sissy body is looking good because they seem to be just as
interested in me as they are their girlfriends. In fact, a couple of time
some ladies were invited over to judge my look and dancing abilities. One
of the girls, Miss Taylor, laughed when she admitted that I "was the
sexiest little slut she?d ever seen."
The guys toasted to my success and rewarded me by allowing me to suck
their cocks. Taylor even got in on the fun, and I showed her some of the
tricks I use to please a man.
Obviously this is always the evening?s main event. There will be a few
random blowjobs beforehand, and the guys enjoy never having to get off
the couch when they need to take a piss, but they seem to be satisfied
with having me waitress or cheer or dance while the game is on.
And then, as if on cue, they are on me in a flash. There will be at least
three and sometimes as many as twelve guys over, and they will ALL have
their way with me. More often than not I have to be released from my
corset because my stomach will literally be overflowing with piss and cum
if it?s not allowed to expand a little bit.
FYI, should I happen to throw up during the night, the guys will hold my
face down into the sick until I suck it all out of the carpet. After all,
"a sissy is nothing without a belly or pussy filled to overflowing with
cum." Like a good sissy, I always remember to thank them after they use
me.
Things usually wind down around 9pm and I am allowed to shower and
prepare myself for bed. As you might guess, I?m usually exhausted by this
point. I put on a sexy baby doll nightie and come say good night to the
men. I bid them all good night with a curtsey and a sensuous kiss to each
of their cocks. Then I am paraded into my bedroom and put to sleep. The
men will generally check on my bonds to ensure that I am nice and secure
for the night.
I pose for one last picture?this one coming from the night vision web
camera mounted above my bed. I blow Master a kiss and settle in for the
night.
My stereo headband goes over my eyes and my sissy playlist starts its
nightly loop. My ankles are once again shackled to the footboard and a
rope is tied to my chastity cage. I am dragged down so that I am
squatting, horizontally at the foot of the bed.
The shackles are wrapped around to my wrists and I am helped to reach the
rope at the headboard. No sooner do I get into my five-point tie (a sissy
star, as one man calls it) than I become very sleepy and drift off to
sleep. I?ve come to understand that this is part of my hypnosis training.
Master is so thoughtful about things like this.
The guys may stick around for a few more hours, and on occasion they will
stop in to feed me a midnight snack, which I swallow on autopilot. For
the most part, they simply let me sleep. Hopefully I have satisfied them
to the point of exhaustion earlier in the evening.
And then my two alarms go off and we start the whole routine once again.
Monday through Friday, I am a fully scheduled sissy cock slut.
There?s no set schedule on the weekends as Master loves to surprise me
with new experiences. He?s been selling my sissy maid services so I
frequently spend each morning cleaning the homes (and the cocks) of the
dirty men in town. Any tips I get for my maid services go straight into
my sissy tits account.
This is usually when I interact with women the most. They love to have a
lowly servant they can boss around, and delight in coming up with new
ways to humiliate me. All pictures, of course, continue to be word of the
day stamped and immediately posted online.
I frequently waitress at a local strip club in the evenings. The bouncers
are good at keeping all the real girls at the club safe from handsy
customers, but it is widely known that sissy Michelle welcomes all
touching, no matter how intimate.
The only problem is that I can?t legally suck their cocks at the strip
club, which leaves me half-crazed with lust by the end of the night. This
is when the bouncers take pity on me and take me into a back room for my
sissy break. Some nights their cocks are the only thing keeping me sane.
Master has also been leasing me to a local pimp. Some nights he has me
walk the streets like a two-dollar whore (I?m sure I cost more than that,
but I don?t get to keep any of the money). Some nights he sends me out to
Frat parties or high-end clients with peculiar requests.
As a sissy cock slut, I never deny a man any request, serving him however
he demands.
The only thing is I have to be back at my apartment my Sunday night, so I
can review my week with Master and then get to bed. I need to be nice and
fresh for work in the morning. My boss will occasionally stop by to make
sure his best worker is tucked away nice and snug in her bed. I?ll
usually fall asleep listening to my boss and my Master chatting about
what?s on my schedule for the upcoming week.
Speaking of my Master, you may have noticed that he hasn?t put in an
appearance yet. That?s because he lives 1600 miles away?practically on
the other side of the country. He found my ad on a sissy website a few
years again and thought that I had the potential to be his long-distance
sissy cock slut.
To his surprise, I proved to be an obedient and willing sissy?especially
once he realized how easy it was to incorporate hypnosis into my
training.
To my delight, he has flown in on occasion just to "Sample the
merchandise." These are always special weekends. Just me and my Master
and his friends.
Master also surprised me one weekend by having me march down to a seedy
truck stop and flag down a trucker that he had hired to drive me to his
home.
I wasn?t told what was about to happen, although Master had arranged for
me to take a two-week vacation from work. It seems like we stopped at
every truck stop along the way so I could offer my sissy services to
those poor horny truckers working far from home. After we arrived at
Master?s house, I would find myself locked in his dungeon for the next
week.
Thanks to a hypnotic block, I don?t remember a single moment of my
vacation, although Master assures me that I behaved very well and will
soon be ready for delivery.
Master doesn?t hide the fact that he is grooming for the slave auction.
Soon, hopefully very soon, I will finally get my sissy surgeries and then
be sent to serve as a sissy cock slut in a foreign land.
I can?t wait!
But until that day comes, I will spend my days at home, dutifully going
through my daily sissy schedule. After all, "I am a sissy cock slut."
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