OMG III The Waxing
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Stanley was grateful for the excuse to get out of the boardroom. As Chief
Counsel for Tudor Inc., everyone expected him to just file a motion, and
all of their fuckups would just magically go away. The truth was, being
Stanley around all those people was exhausting. He could feel himself
relaxing as the elevator descended down to the engineering level.
Not very many people had access to this level. It mainly contained air-
gapped servers housing data too precious or more likely too damaging to
be stored in the cloud. It was also held the lair of Charles Chubinsky,
recluse nerd behind Tudor Inc. and Stanley Peterson's Master.
You see, while Stanley Peterson may be his legal name, it wasn't his real
name. As a top of his class Harvard Law School graduate, Stanley knew
that just because the law says something is legally so doesn't mean that
it's real.
Walking up to the camera mounted on the thick steel door, Stanley halted
and fixed his face. It wouldn't unlock for him wearing his steely killer
shark lawyer face. He would only hear that magical click if he put on his
real face. His cocksucking sissy faggot face. The face of his true self,
Candy Cocklips.
The inner door wouldn't unlock until you heard the sound of the outer
door locking again. Candy stood there, trying to look as sissified and
ridiculous as possible as she waited for her perfect master to allow her
entrance. She wished she was able to wear her regular, ultra sissy
outfits all the time. She felt so awkward being her true self in her
professional man costume. She just knew that her master hated it, but
there was nothing she could do until he was finished. Luckily, that would
be soon.
Candy jumped when she heard the loud click of the inner door unlocking.
As she minced towards the man she loved more than life itself, she could
hear voices being piped through the speakers in his private office. She
just loved the fact that her master was so much smarter than her and made
sure that his office was secure and soundproof so that no one could
interfere with his plans.
"Ho! Ho! Ho! Take my nut, you dirty elf. Santa needs to bukake some
Christmas cheer all over your face."
Candy didn't even wait for permission to kneel between her master's legs
so that she could perform the act that she was put on this earth for.
When she saw her master open his legs wide, she knew at once that he was
commanding her to kneel between her legs and worship his cock.
"Santa, will you mute your fucking mic, please. We're trying to work
here."
Candy tugged with her teeth at the top of his sweatpants so that she
could release his hardening member. It was hard because of the large beer
belly her master had, but she didn't mind. His massive gut made Candy
swoon with lust. It made him so much hotter, so much more masculine. Not
like her, continually watching what she ate and exercising so that she
could be dainty and pleasing for him. Men got to do what they wanted.
Sissies focused on pleasing men. She was so glad that her master showed
her what a sissy faggot cocksucker she was so that everything in life was
crystal clear for her.
"Ho! HoooooFUCK! Prancer, you idiot, why the fuck didn't you..." And
Santa went silent.
Six large monitors were in front of Charlie Chubinsky. Five of which were
showing various parts of the Daly City Mall. The sixth displayed text
whizzing by on dark computer terminals.
He took a moment to savor the ministrations of Stanley Peterson Esq.,
kneeling between his legs under the desk wearing a three-piece suit as he
sucked desperately on Charlie'scock. The man's eyes were locked onto
Charlie's, studying his face to make sure that he pleased his cock as
much as possible.
Charlie pulled the pathetic sissy off his cock by the hair. The man
begged desperately in a soft, high pitched voice, "Please... please let
me pleasure your penis, Sir."
"What's your name?"
"My name is Candy Cocklips." The change in his demeanor was startling as
he said this. It was relaxed and sing-songy, almost like it was
prerecorded. For a split-second after saying it, a look of intense
confusion washed over his face, only to be replaced by one of desperate
longing.
"Who do you belong to?"
"I belong to you, Master Charles."
"And what is your purpose?"
The man's voice changed again, into something hauntingly monotone. "My
purpose is to do everything within my power to assist Charles Chubinsky
in taking complete control of Tudor Corporation."
"What is your greatest desire?"
"To please my Master so that he will turn me into a completely effeminate
and sissified ultrasissy with perfect pillow cocksucker lips so that I
can become my true self."
Charlie let go of the man's hair, and the kneeling man quickly impaled
himself again on his long, thick cock.
Lawyers give the best suction, he thought, quietly laughing. Looking at
his phone, he hit the contact labeled Bodacious Bouffants.
"Bodacious... status?"
A wonderfully melodic southern voice responded, "She's just standing
there, posing. What a total whore," Bodacious laughed.
"Seriously?"
"Oh my, yes. She is SO ADORABLE trying hard to look available."
It was true. Pansy Pumpscock was concentrating as hard as she could on
looking like a total sissified whore designed for men to stick their
cocks into and pump full of semen.
At first, she considered just walking up to any one of the many men
walking through the mall and telling them, "OMG, I need to make men cum."
After all, this was true. She did need to make men cum. But there was
just something not right about being aggressive about it. She knew in her
heart of hearts that she was a 100% submissive sissy and that while she
needed to make men cum, it would be horrible to in any way be anything
but passive and pliant.
She loved the words passive and pliant. She could feel them bouncing
around in her head like two beautiful pink ping-pong balls rewriting her
brain in such a creamy and gooey way. The words were invented for her.
She just knew it. "Pansy Pumpscock is passive and pliant." See! The
thought was simply perfect. "My name is Pansy Pumpscock, and I am always
passive and pliant." As the words rolled around in her otherwise empty
head, Pansy did everything she could to manifest them into her reality.
She made her face look as idiotic as she could so that no man would ever
mistake her for a sissy who wanted to be anything but totally controlled
and used by him. She made sure her mouth formed a perfect round O so that
it was passively inviting any man to pump her face with his cock. She was
waiting. She wanted every man to see that she was waiting for him. That
until he decided to use her for his pleasure, she would wait, passively
and pliant.
As she thought the words, "Pansy Pumpscock is always passive and pliant,"
she said, "OMG, I need to be making men cum."
Chubinsky sighed. "OK, Bodacious, go out there and give her a proper hair
styling. And none of your fucking beehive hairdos. Let's see where she
goes with this."
"Chubby, you are such a naughty party pooper. Kiss, kiss!"
Candy Cocklips had often heard her master be called Chubby behind his
back when she pretended to be Stanley Peterson. If only they knew what a
perfect, mouth-filling beercan sized cock he had. She loved how much she
had to struggle to fit it into her mouth and how much it made her gag.
After many hours of worship, Candy knew instinctively how much it excited
him to feel her choking on his cock. The way it grew even harder from her
pathetic ministrations was for her the single greatest feeling in the
world. Looking up into his eyes, as he completely ignored her, doing
everything she could to stuff his cock as far down her throat as she
could, Candy knew that this was true love. This was the thing that poets
have written about for thousands of years. She was so grateful for these
rare moments when her master and owner let her demonstrate with her mouth
the depths of her justifiably unrequited love. She prayed for a time when
she could stop pretending to be a man and inflate her lips into obscene,
massive pillows so that everyone could see the truth that burned as
bright as the sun in her heart. She existed for no other purpose than to
worship her master, Charles Chubbinsky, with her sissy faggot cocksucker
lips. Her lips were the center of her being. The thing that defined her
as an object for use by her master, or any other man he designated. Every
minute of every day, as she walked about pretending to be a person, she
saw herself as nothing but a walking pair of lips. Her lips were his
property, and she was so grateful that he allowed her to prove to him
just how good of an effeminate cocksucker she was. She was his dick
drainer. His cock smoker. And on some lucky occasions, his personal
urinal. There really is no person more fortunate than her.
Charles pulled the sissy forcefully off his cock, causing a momentary
moan of frustration from Candy. "Affirm and then go and make sure that
step three is in place."
"Yes, Master." Candy Cocklips never closed her mouth when she talked to
her master. It would be an affront to everything she stood for if she
wasn't continually proving to him that her mouth existed for no other
reason than to worship his cock. Closing it would confuse her and make
her think that she was a person with ideas and thoughts. She was so
grateful to her master for teaching her this and hoped that it made his
cock grow hard and want to pound her face with it.
Affirm was one of her master's many trigger words. Each sissy's
affirmation was different. She was so grateful that he had made her's
especially for her. When Sir said "affirm" to a sissy, they needed to
stop everything, stand at sissy attention, and tell the thing that
defined her as a sissy."
What she said was this: "My name is Candy Cocklips. I am the property of
my master. I exist for no other reason than to worship his cock with my
mouth. I am an effeminate sissy faggot that lives to please men,
especially my master. My sissy body is always hairless, my sissy clitty
is always caged, and my sissy ass is always plugged. While I pretend to
be an aggressive, masculine man, I make sure that I am wearing the
frilliest and sissiest of undergarments underneath my clothes to
constantly be reminded of what I truly am. I am deeply in love with my
master's cock and exist for no other reason than to worship it with my
mouth. I am so grateful for my master opening my eyes to what I truly am
so that I can be happy and content serving his every whim. I dream of the
day when my lips can be inflated to their proper obscene size so that
everyone can see that I exist for no other reason than to suck my
master's cock."
Charles loved the wholly ridiculous and sincere way that Candy said her
affirmation. It had taken hours of practice with an o-ring for Candy to
really get it right. Making sissies take pride in their humiliation and
debasement was such an important and delightful part of training them.
Laughing to himself, he turned his attention back to the matter at hand.
------
Bodacious Bouffant wasn't one of Chubby's ultra sissies. As South San
Francisco's most famous Drag Queen and owner of Bodacious Bouffants hair
salon, it was just natural that the man would eventually enter her circle
of clients. As she left her shop to approached Pansy, her heels echoed
through the mall's southern end.
Pansy was instantly drawn to the gorgeous woman. Ms. Bouffant's hair was
blond and massive. Her dress was that of a 50s housewife, but thanks to
petticoats, it was as wide as Lebron James' wingspan. Her face was made
up perfectly with extreme contrasts of teal and bright red. If Pansy
Pumpscock had a mother, this is what she hoped she would look like.
"Hello. How are you?" She drew out the vowel at the end of each sentence
in a way that only a southern bell could.
"OMG! I need to make men cum." It was a desperate plea for help, from one
sissy sister to another.
"Well, of course you do." Bodacious reached out and took hold of one of
Pansy's limp, cocked hands. "But, darling, how are you going to get men
to cum all over your precious face if you don't have your hair done up
right?"
She was right. Pansy still had ugly man hair. Nodding, she told the
helpful woman, "OMG, I need to make men cum."
"Alright, deary. Let's get you all taken care of. I just know that you'll
have men cumming all over you in no time."
Hand in hand, the two sissies daintily minced into the Bodacious
Bouffants Hair Salon.
As they entered the store, standing in the center, surrounded by hair
styling stations, was a man with his hand on his hips, in five-inch
heels, dressed in a black suit.
"No. No. No. Bitch, what are you bringing to me."
"Now, Daniel, behave. This is Pansy Pumpscock, and she needs your special
touch."
Pansy doesn't remember telling this woman her name, which was strange.
Looking over at Bodacious, she told her, "OMG, I need to be making men
cum."
"This will never do. Your hair looks like you've just finished the Bay to
Breakers. Let's get you washed up so that we can do something with this
awful rat's nest."
Bodacious gave Pansy's hand to Daniel, we led her to the back of the
salon, where the hair washing stations were. Looking over at him, Pansy
said, "OMG, I need to be making men cum."
"Don't we all, honey... don't we all?" His laugh was infectious and made
Pansy instantly relax.
As Daniel expertly shampooed Pansy's hair, she couldn't help but notice
the extensive outline of his penis through his pants as he leaned into
her. Pansy, using her most seductive voice, looked up into his eyes and
said, "Oh, my god! I need to be making men cum!"
Daniel playfully slapped Pansy's shoulder. "Don't you get any ideas, hun.
I don't swing that way, girly."
Pansy sighed and relaxed, letting her senses become overwhelmed by the
shampoo's flowery scent as it was massaged into her scalp. There was
something truly special about places like this where they did everything
they could to help you make men cum.
After a while, Daniel shook Pansy away. She didn't remember falling
asleep and was surprised to find that she had headphones on.
Taking them off her head, Daniel extended his hand and pulled her onto
her feet. "Let's go, sleepyhead. Time to make you perfect."
Pansy loved the sound of that. Perfect meant making men cum, and OMG, she
needed to make men cum.
Her hairstylist led her over to a counter where a large, leather-bound
book was resting. On the cover was embossed in large gold letters "Pansy
Pumpscock Book of Styles." Pansy giggled and excitedly clapped her hands
and the sight of the book. How wonderful was this?
Daniel opened up the book to the first page, where Pansy's picture as she
looked right now looked back at her. "Now, Pansy, I want you to go
through each page and pick out the look that's right for you."
Excitedly, Pansy looked at Daniel and said, "OMG, I need to make men
cum."
"Of course you do, darling. Of course you do."
Each page of the book was a picture of Pansy wearing a different style of
hair. Crew cuts, pigtails, a beehive style identical to Bodacious, 70s
iconic like Farrah Fawcett's, blond bombshell, long and black, luscious
brunette, etc. Pansy spent time reflecting on each page, reflecting if
this could be the perfect look for her to make men cum.
She loved many looks because they were so feminine and absolutely hated a
few because they made her look like a ridiculously made-up man. The thing
was, Pansy knew in her heart that she wasn't a big girl sissy like her
sister Prissy since she had itty bitty girly tits instead of the giant,
fake, round boobies of a big girl sissy like her. Trying to look all big
girl would send men the wrong signal. She wasn't a big girl. She was an
innocent young sissy just made to be corrupted by men and their wonderful
cocks. She just knew that the best way to make men cum all over her and
inside her was for them to feel that they were ruining her for anything
but a life of being a whore for men.
Thinking about the best way to make men cum made her tiny, locked up
sissy clit throb desperately trying to escape its cage, which in turn
reminded Pansy that she was nothing but a denied sissy, existing entirely
for the pleasure of real men. As her clitty throbbed, Pansy milked her
butt plug and imagined her ass being pounded by men, reflecting on each
hairstyle. Was this the look that would most likely make men cum?
It was on the last page of the stylebook that Pansy saw THE LOOK. The
hairstyle was an adorable pageboy cut with the hair dyed bubblegum pink.
When she saw the picture, she couldn't help it. Involuntarily, her mouth
opened, and she shouted, "OH MY GOD, I need to be making men CUM!"
This was the look. This was HER look. This was how her hair needed to be
styled so that she would look like herself. This was the look of Pansy
Pumpscock. Each sissy had to be herself. Each sissy needed to radiate
their truth through their clothes, and their makeup, and their walk, and
their shoes and their hair. Pansy Pumpscock was a young, newly formed
sissy, just learning how to be the best sissy she could be. She had
sisters to help her and look up to as she strived to make men cum. This
was the perfect hairstyle for her. This was Pansy Pumpscock's hairstyle.
Daniel extended his hand to Bodacious and said, "pay up, bitch."
Bodacious pulled out a wad of 100 dollar bills from inside her large bra,
peeled off one, and handed it to her stylist. "Cunt."
"Don't you worry, toots. In a few years, her hair will be taller than
Coit Tower."
"A girl can dream, can't she."
For the next hour, Daniel worked his magic, turning Paul Tudor's famous
locks into the adorable pink pageboy of Pansy Pumpscock.
Bending down to look Pansy directly in her eyes, Daniel said, "are you
ready to see the real you, Pansy?"
Trembling, Pansy quietly replied, "oh, my god."
Slowly turning the chair to face the mirror, Daniel cried out, "ladies
and gentlemen, I present to you, Pansy Pumpcock!"
As Bodacious and Daniel clapped, Pansy burst into tears. This was it.
This was the moment she had been waiting her whole life for. All she
could do is look at herself, her true self, and say between her tears of
joy, "OMG, I need to be making men cum."
------
Pansy minced with a spring in her step as she left the Bodacious
Bouffants hair salon. She loved how light and free her head felt, knowing
how totally sissy her hair looked now.
Pansy didn't know where to go or what to do, so she just started lilting
down the hall, hoping that some man would eventually allow her to make
him cum.
It was amazing how differently the men looked at her now that she had her
make up. Before, they all ignored her. Now they leered at her, hungrily.
It wasn't five minutes before a totally hot biker wearing leather and
covered in tattoos called to her. "Hey, sweet thing. You look lost."
Pansy couldn't remember ever meeting a nicer man than this. He was right;
she was lost. Mincing over to the man sitting in front of an Orange
Julius, her eyes got lost in the swirling tattoos of buxom devil girls
playing on his chest.
She wasn't sure how long she had been admiring the biker when the snap of
his finger woke her up from her daydream. Looking into his eyes, she said
in her sexiest, sissiest little girl voice, "OMG, I need to be making men
cum."
"Well, pretty thing, you are in luck because I need my dick drained
something fierce." Standing up, he wrapped his muscular arm around Pansy
and started walking her towards the restrooms. "Let's find ourselves
somewhere more intimate, shall we."
When they entered the mall's men's room, Pansy was excited to see that
there were several other men inside using it. She liked this bathroom
because there were so many men in it. It didn't really matter that it was
so filthy and run down since all Pansy cared about was making men cum.
One thing she noticed was a handy padded bench in the middle. Pansy
started to walk towards it, but the biker steered her to the row of
mirrored sinks lining the wall.
The biker forcefully bent Pansy over one of the sinks. His reflection
looked hot in the broken mirror as he prepared to mount her.
The last time Pansy had been fucked in her sissy pussy, she was
maniacally bouncing up and down on Officer Bob's huge penis. He was
really sweet for allowing her to pump his cock with her butthole. Her ass
still hurt in that wonderful way that can only cum from a man using it
the way it was designed.
Now, she could feel herself instinctively arching her back to emphasize
her ass for the biker. As she felt the man pulling up the ruffles of her
skirt to give him access to her ass, she swooned in that way that always
happened when she was about to make a man cum. She could feel the
universe shrinking around her. The place, this moment, this man were
everything that was. Life was simple and perfect and pure, and Pansy
Pumpscock was one with the cosmos.
Suddenly, Pansy could feel the man pulling on the tag on her massive
buttplug. "Well, well, well, look what we have here--property of Master
Chubb. Too bad I don't give a fuck," he chuckled.
Pansy could feel her mouth opening in a wide O as she felt the ring of
her asshole stretching around the width of her buttplug as he pulled it
out. She couldn't help but moan, "oh, my god. I need to be making men
cum." She said it staring directly into the biker's eyes, the audience of
men that were starting to form around her completely ignored.
With his cockhead ticking Pansy's now gaping butthole, the biker took the
plug by the ring and said, "Hey, J Bird. Give this to the urinal to clean
off."
"Sure thing, Rash." The guy he called J Bird turned around and started
walking towards the urinals.
It was at this moment that Pansy gasped. Her sissy sister Prissy was
kneeling in one of the stalls where a urinal would usually be with her
head tilted up and her mouth open in an obscene O.
Pansy was really excited to be reunited with Prissy, but her joy was
interrupted by the man she now knew as Rash.
"Shit, I forgot the most important part. No way he's paying us without
this, even though," and at this point, he started shouting, "WE KNOW YOU
GOT CAMERA EVERYWHERE YOU FAT FUCK!" This caused the men to burst out
into laughter as Rash leaned over and pulled Pansy's camera out of her
little pink purse.
He handed an extremely skinny man wearing a leather vest standing next to
him Pansy's phone and said, "Rico, would you mind doing the honors."
Sure thing. Rico leaned next to Pansy and held the face of her phone in
front of her. "Say cheese." As Pansy helped him unlock her phone, she
thought about how the man looked and sounded like a cartoon character.
Rash slapping her now bare and gaping ass brought her back to reality.
"What do you have to say for yourself bitch?"
Pansy looked into the mirror and said, "oh, my God, I need to be making
men cum."
"What?" He slapped her ass harder.
"Oh, my god. I need to be making men cum."
"Louder, you stupid sissy!"
"OH MY GOD! I NEED TO BE MAKING MEN CUM!" Pansy's voice echoed in the
large restroom as she suddenly felt Rash's cock impale itself on her ass.
Pansy couldn't help but moan. "OH MY GOD!" Being filled with his cock was
the most fantastic feeling in the world.
As Rash pounded her ass, he alternated spanking her butt cheeks. This
made her ass dance for him as he pounded it, which in turn made his cock
grow harder inside her. Pansy loved this. The feeling was amazing and
caused her to moan, OMG, I need to be making men cum.
This caused Rash to spank her ass harder and look into her eyes, "not
now, you sissy faggot. You need to be making daddy cum."
As he thrust in and out of her ass, Pansy puzzled over what he said for a
few moments before the pieces clicked into place inside her ditzy sissy
brain. At this moment, he was her daddy, and she needed to be making him
cum inside her.
She found her voice getting higher and winier as she wailed, "oh, my god,
I need to be making daddy cum!"
She could feel her words having an effect on him. His cock was filling
her, his thrusts getting more and more violent. "That's right, bitch.
Who's your daddy?"
"I need to be making my daddy cum!" She could feel the connection between
them growing stronger and stronger as she gazed into his eyes, calling
him daddy as his cock punished her aching asshole.
As he fucked her, their words blurred together, filling the bathroom.
"Daddy, I need to make you cum." "Take my cock, you stupid sissy. OH, MY
GOD. STUPID. Daddy, I need to make you cum, daddy! Daddy's gonna breed
your sissy ass! Daddy, I need to make you cum, Daddy! OH MY GOD OH MY
GOD! OH MY GOD!"
It was beautiful how the words from the two of them melded together until
both of them were just moaning, "oh, my god," over and over in unison.
As Pansy could feel his seed filling her hungry ass, she was shocked at
how he all of a sudden his body froze, with his cock buried inside her.
What Rash said next, and more importantly, the way he said it, was like
nothing she had ever heard before. His, or more like her voice, was like
some sort of character in a Japanese cartoon. Silly, and gigglish, and
simply adorable.
"Oh, my god! My name is Barbie Bitchhole. I am the bimbo sissy faggot
property of the Bakersfield Rattlers. I live to drain everything that
comes out of my masters' cocks."
"Holy fuck! It fucking worked!" The rest of the guys in the restroom
laughed and clapped each other on the back.
Looking into the camera of Pansy's phone, Rico said, "thanks, man. We owe
you one. Man," he said, laughing. "That is some crazy shit. And don't
worry, we'll give you a good show before you go out."
For the next hour, Pansy and Prissy were brutally fucked by every member
of the biker gang. Every member, that was, who wasn't somehow turned into
a sissy faggot. As the two sissy sisters were fucked face to face while
being draped over the bench in the center of the restroom, Barbie
practiced perfecting the art of giving rim jobs to her masters as they
pounded into the other sissies. Pansy felt sorry for Barbie since she
didn't look anything like how a sissy faggot should look, but she knew
that she would be dressed up as nicely as they were before long.
The climax of the evening was when Prissy and Pansy, pumping a cock in
each hand, caused them to explode all over the face of their new sissy
sister Barbie's face. The three of them cried with joy as they shared the
men's sweet gooey cum between them, proud of the fact that they had made
so many men cum.
------
Chubinsky pulled Candy off by her hair, making a loud gasping sound as
she sputtered through the ropes of drool, linking her face to his cock.
"Tell the agency that the Bakersfield problem has been resolved." As her
eyes darted desperately between her master's eyes and his cock, Candy
Cocklips nodded, praying that he would release her so that she could go
back to doing the only thing that really mattered to her.
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