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PREVIOUSLY ON CROWD SOURCED SISSY: A man meets a sissy exhibitionist
while on a trip to New York. She has a website (something like OnlyFans)
where her admirers request that she perform kinky acts and tip her for
posting videos of her completing these tasks.
The guy decides that he wants to/needs to join her as a willing-to-do-
anything sissy, so he starts his own website. He will become a perfect
sissy by doing whatever his online fans demand.
Crowd Sourced Sissy 2
My trip into sissyhood began soon after I posted my first video; the one
where I asked for people to help turn me into an ideal sissy cumslut.
Okay, perhaps "soon" might be a bit misleading. It did take time for the
Masters to find my ad and test me so that they knew they could take me
seriously. For the first few weeks I only attracted horny dudes who saw
my initial video where I promised to be a good sissy who would do
whatever my fans required me to do.
I had included all of my personal contact info in the video. I had hoped
that would prove that I was serious about my intentions. All it did was
allow the crazies to contact me, both online and in person.
Still, I was hoping that I would eventually attract some serious Masters
or Mistresses, so I completed these initial requests and promptly posted
the videos online.
Most of my first fans just wanted to watch me jerk off while dressed in
lingerie. Some wanted to watch as I attached a dildo to my bedroom wall
and then began to deep throat it. There was a time when I think I was
spending half of my waking hours with my nose pressed against the wall
and that rubber cock nestled in my throat.
Hey, I'd just lost my job, so I reasoned that I was at least making some
money as a sissy cock whore in training.
There was one man who got off painful high heels. He purchased and sent
over a pair of 6" monster heels. He also sent over a 5' dumbbell weight.
He told me to tie the weight to my sissy balls and then pace back and
forth in my room for hours while he jerked off to my suffering at home.
It was quite painful, but the silver lining was that I quickly learned
how to walk gracefully in high heels.
One man wanted to watch as I attached a dildo to my chair and rode it for
thirty minutes while moaning. "I am a sissy. Fuck me daddy" over and over
again. I did as I was commanded. He tipped me $3.
Another man promised me $25 if I would ride a bigger dildo. He would even
provide the toy. I agreed and found a 14" monster on my doorstep the next
day. God bless Amazon--a sissy's best friend.
The dildo was as thick as a soda can. I'd never even attempted to
straddle something so big. But I had promised to do everything than my
fans commanded, so I spent a few hours stretching myself out as much as I
could. Of course, I posted this preparation video online as well. It was
a tease for what was to cum.
When I finally thought that I was ready to tackle the monster cock. I
lubed up the dildo, although my sissy pussy was still greased up from all
of my preparation.
Then I turned on my webcam setting it to live stream everything. I smiled
and said that I'd never attempted anything so massive, but as an obedient
sissy slut, I had no choice but to do what I was told. I handcuffed my
hands behind my back and positioned myself over the dildo and started a
comically inept attempt to lower myself down onto the beast.
I was worried that it was ripping my sphincter muscle, but since I didn't
see any blood, I kept at it. I would feel the mushroom head starting to
penetrate me, but I couldn't get it past the initial barrier.
I even tried to lift my legs, using my body weight to force the monster
into my sissy pussy. There was a moment when my entire body was balanced
on top of a giant rubber cock. And then everything suddenly gave way.
I screamed as the dildo forced its way into my sissy pussy.
More than screamed. If you look at the video, it appears that I may have
passed out for a few moments. After I had gathered my composure, I was
feeling with an adrenaline-fueled high. I was elated that I had taken the
beast inside of me, but also worried that I might have hurt myself.
Adding fuel to my fear, I found that I was unable to lift myself up off
the dildo.
One of my viewers laughed at the "stupid sissy stuck on her pole." He
wondered if he might be watching my final performance ever. That was my
thought as well. I began to wonder if I might die like this. The police
would break in and find my corpse still impaled on a dildo. I started to
cry,
I noticed that people started logging on to see my suffering. Most of
them were sadistic men who just wanted to see a sissy suffer. A few of
them were serious about my journey and tipped me well for my efforts.
I was saved after three and a half hours when one of the legs on my chair
collapsed. I fell to the floor (out of camera range). Once again, I think
I may have passed out, although you can hear me whimpering for the next
hour or so in the video.
Eventually I was able to free myself. I rise back up into frame after
about 5 hours, looking totally exhausted and ready to die. I unlocked my
hands and stopped the broadcast.
After a hot bath and a long night's sleep, I woke to find that my video
had garnered some fame within the kink community. I had $2000 in new
tips, with several requests for me to take things even further.
Most importantly, my video attracted my first serious Master.
Master Nathan left me a private message. "You dumb slut," he began. "It's
obvious that you need a Master to watch over you before you seriously
hurt yourself."
"But I do appreciate your determination," he continued. "You remind me of
some of my favorite sissies, so I will offer to take you on as my newest
project. This isn't a game. If you agree, I will transform you into a
stunning sissy cock slut. I will pay for your sissy surgeries. I will
hypnotize you so that you are forced to comply with any request, not
matter how sick and perverted. I will turn you into the slutiest sissy on
the East Coast, and then I will sell your ass to an overseas pervert who
will make your life a living hell."
"It will be a nightmare for you," he continued. "But I think it's also
your sissy dream come true. What's more, I think it will be a lot of fun
for me. If this is what you really want, write me back and say 'Yes,
Sir.' Then send me your Team Viewer and we will begin."
I was asleep, passed out in the bathtub when he wrote this. I checked the
website the next morning and even though my sissy pussy felt like it
would never recover, my sissy clitty was absolutely intrigued by Master
Nathan's offer.
"Dear Master Nathan," I typed with shaking hands. "Yes, Sir. I apologize
for the delay in my response, but I was asleep and trying to recover from
my latest video."
"I am absolutely willing to collar myself for a Master who will shepherd
me through my transition into becoming a sissy cum slut. I would love to
submit to you. As proof, I offer up my Team Viewer info, as well as a
document that show my user names and passwords for all of my websites for
you to use however you'd like. I hope you will accept this sissy's meager
offering."
The response seemed to come immediately. "Good, sissy," he wrote. "We
will have some fun."
He demanded that I launch Team Viewer on my home PC and load a similar
app onto my phone. I watched as he quickly took control over my devices.
I was locked out within minutes, unable to do anything but watch as he
took total control of my life.
I was unable to open my phone or log in to my PC. They weren't dead, but
rather they took on a life of their own. I watched in resignation as my
cursor moved and I signed up for all sorts of adult dating sites. Each ad
was the same. It said that my new Master was training me to be a sissy
cock slut. That meant that I needed to meet lots and lots of local men to
service.
I suppose that I should have been shocked when I saw my home address and
cell phone number attached to each ad. Truth be told, I was thrilled. It
was exactly what I was hoping to see.
The "practice cocks" started showing up the next morning. I had been
instructed to leave my front and back door unlocked. I was still asleep
when I heard somebody entering my apartment. "Sissy?" an unfamiliar voice
called out. "I've got some breakfast for you."
I crawled out of bed and found a masked man standing in my living room.
He ordered me to unzip him with my teeth and fish out his cock. I did so
and was soon rewarded with a hard pole of flesh jutting in and out of my
mouth.
Apparently this new man was excited by having a new sissy at his
disposal, as it didn't take long before he started filling me up with his
cum. Like the good slut I was becoming, I swallowed everything and licked
my lips so he knew that I wanted more.
A flash went off and a sissy training picture was taken and sent to
Master Nathan. It would be uploaded to my accounts before my morning
visitor left.
He didn't go without leaving me two presents. He had a small cage, which
was quickly locked around my sissy balls. I distinctly remember my clitty
twitching when I heard the padlock click closed.
There was also a belt that connected to the chastity cage. The man pulled
it as tightly as he could so that the chastity would remain cinched
securely up against my body.
I was then laid across my coffee table and had my hands and ankles
handcuffed underneath. "No peaking," the mystery man said as he pulled
off a strip of duct tape and wrapped it around my head, sticking my eyes
shut, not worried one bit about getting it stuck in my hair.
He laughed as I heard him drilling something. It turns out that he had
installed a hook into my ceiling. After that it was a simple thing to run
a rope from the hook to the ring around my sissy balls and pull it so
tightly that it lifted my body off of the coffee table.
I was hanging from my balls!
The man sadistically flicked the rope, sending waves of pain down into my
sissy bits. "Don't worry, sissy," he said. "You'll be surprised at how
much those little balls of yours can take. Although I kind of hope that
it's too much and they get ripped right off."
I moaned at the thought and the man laughed. "Oh, sissy," he said. "We
are going to have a lot of fun. Why don't you let your fans know how
happy you are to be a sissy cum slut hanging by her balls and hoping for
more abuse."
I heard the beep of a cell phone as it started recording. I did as I was
commanded.
In between clenched teeth, I said that. "I am a sissy cum slut being
trained by Master Nathan. I have just swallowed my first load of cum, and
I can't wait for more. He has left me tied up and hanging by my sissy
balls and dreaming of cock."
"Good sissy," the man said.
He held a flask up to my lips and told me to drink my "sissy juice." I
wasn't quite sure what that meant, but my head started to get a little
fuzzy. I felt him worksing some head phones into my ears and when he
pressed play, the words seemed to echo in my ears like it was God himself
speaking.
"You are a good sissy," the voice insisted. "Good sissies spend all of
their time pleasing men with their sissy holes. Good sissies know that
they only exist to swallow cock and delicious cum. Good sissies want to
live on nothing but a diet of cock and cum."
"Good sissies do whatever their Masters command. Nothing is too nasty for
a good sissy. And you are a good sissy..."
I passed out after that. The drugged juice knocked me out and left me in
a highly suggestible state. This was just the first hypnosis session. It
would soon become the most notable feature of my days--drinking my sissy
juice and listening to my new sissy file while I thought about what a
good sissy would do to those hard cocks that would soon pay me a visit..
I was having trouble recalling what the words were saying, but that was
okay because I seemed to know them somewhere deep inside of me. It would
become my obsession. The day would be a total waste if I didn't spend at
least five hours listening to my music.
I was too drugged to notice my second gift. Four wi-fi cameras were
mounted in my apartment. They would watch over me for the first stage of
my sissy training. I didn't notice because I was drugged up and listening
to my sissy hypnosis session.
I snapped out of the session when I realized that somebody new had
entered my home.
"Fuck me," this new voice said. "I told you this one was worth checking
out."
A second voice agreed, saying. "Fuck, yeah. Let's breed this bitch."
I was cut down and unlocked. Still blindfolded, I was dragged into a
kneeling position and quickly found myself impaled on both ends by two
hard cocks. The men weren't moving, demanding that I rock forward and
back, thus fucking myself for their amusement.
"Damn, this slut is tight," the second man said.
The first man said. "Let me get a piece of that," and they switched
places. I could now taste my ass on the cock in my mouth, but truth be
told, I didn't care. I was so worked up that I was lost in a submissive
sissy craze.
I attacked both cocks and was rewarded with the feeling of a cock pulsing
in my ass, followed by the one in my mouth. I am proud to say that I once
again swallowed everything down with relish.
"Damn, this bitch is hungry," one of the men said. The other replied that
he had some dessert for me. He shoved his soft cock into my mouth and I
immediately began to try and coax it back into hardness. But he had other
things in mind. Suddenly I started chocking on a hot stream of piss. I
tried to back off, but he held my head firmly in place,
Some of the piss escaped out through my nose, but most of it went
straight down my throat.
When he was finished using me as his human urinal, he made me lick up any
of the piss that had escaped my mouth.
I won't pretend that I liked it, but like the good sissy whore I was
becoming, I moaned as if it was the most delicious nectar I'd ever
tasted.
My slutty moans coaxed a second round out of my two mystery callers. I
was once again spit-roasted for the cameras and rewarded with another
load of cum in both ends.
After one of the men had recovered, he ordered me to "Look at the camera
and tell the world how much you love being a sissy cum slut."
I did as I was commanded. "Hello," I said. "I am a good sissy. I have
just started serving my new Master and I have already been rewarded with
five loads of delicious cum." I licked my lips in appreciation. "I can't
wait to see what Master has in store for me if I am a good sissy."
Next proved to be yet another hypnotic audio file uploaded onto my phone.
It played 24/7 into my ears, and while I may not have been a big believe
in hypnosis training before, you couldn't deny that I was lost in a
sexual haze for weeks at a time.
That's okay because that's what a good sissy should do.
I lived in a small town, so I was pleasantly surprised to find that there
were so many kinky men who wanted to use a submissive sissy like me.
My new stable of cocks fucked me repeatedly over the next few weeks. Men
would come over and fuck me. They would leave me tied up and filled full
of cum, but with a sissy hypnosis file playing on repeat in my ears. I'd
later find out that I was sometimes left for twenty hours listening to
the files. There were a few hypnotic commands implanted into my psyche at
this time. They left me desperate to serve any cocks that might walk
though my door.
Master Nathan would occasionally send me messages saying that he was
pleased with my performance. He would share some of the comments from my
online fans. It all kept me in a state of constant arousal and left me
more determined than ever to become the perfect sissy cum slut.
I was able to prove that a few weeks later when one of my daily cocks
left a can of lighter fluid at my house. Master Nathan explained what he
expected to see in my new video.
"Hi everybody," I chirped into my camera. "My Master wants me to prove
that I am devoted to this sissy lifestyle. So I have gathered up all of
my yucky boy clothes. I never want to see them again."
I had indeed gathered everything into the small patio behind my house. I
had also attached a dildo to the fence just behind the clothes pile. I
proceeded to douse everything with the lighter fluid and set it ablaze. I
then proceeded to fuck myself on the dildo in the background while my
last connection to manhood went up in flames.
Master was impressed and proceeded to demand that I destroy every last
vestige of my former life. I wound up setting fire to all of my personal
belongings, including my computer in a series of videos that garnered a
lot of online appreciation.
By the end of the week I was able to record a video that showed that my
house was completely empty. There was no food in the refrigerator. My
closet was completely bare. There was no furniture--nothing but an empty
house except for the naked sissy within who was living on a diet of
nothing but cock, piss and cum.
This was my life for three months. Thanks to the hypnosis, I'd lost track
of time. But I was aware as I watched on my cell phone as my bank
accounts were drained, erotic pictures were posted to vanilla sites,
getting me banned from Facebook and Instagram. I vaguely recall as my
phone broke my lease one day and bought a train ticket to New York City.
All of my regular cocks stopped by to give me a good by fuck, and then I
was delivered to the train station in my town.
I didn't even know that we had a train station in Beaumont.
Master had sent me an Amazon package that included a pair of flowered
leggings, strappy sandals, plus a bra and panty set and a hot pink scoop
neck top that would scream "sissy" to anybody who saw me. If that wasn't
enough, he also sent over a necklace with the words "SISSY" spelled out
for the whole world to see.
And so I boarded my train. Master had severed all of my connections to my
former life. There was a small pond by the station, and Master told me to
toss my phone in and get on the train. I did as I was told. I didn't even
have money to buy food, but I trusted that Master Nathan would take care
of me.
It turns out that somebody was watching me already. This new Master had
been contacted by Master Nathan and asked to babysit me during my trip to
New York. I didn't know any of this, only that a handsome Black man
suddenly plopped down on the seat next to me.
"I like your outfit," he said without preamble. "It kind of makes you
look like a sissy, though."
I smiled at the compliment. "I am a sissy," I gushed. "Or at least I will
be after my new Master has fully trained me."
The man asked me what that training would be. I rattled off a wish list
of my kinkiest fantasies. "I don't know any of the details, but I hope
it involves lots of surgeries to make me look like a perfect woman. Plus
lots of training so I become the perfect sissy who will do whatever she
is commanded to do."
He looked me right in my eyes and said. "So if I told you to get down on
your knees and suck me off right here in the train, you'd do that?" In
response, I slid out of my chair and knelt at his feet. "Yes, Sir," I
said.
He laughed as he stood, He introduced himself as Master David and told me
to follow him to his berth. He took hold of my "SISSY" necklace and used
it as a leash to lead me out of the seating area. I passed two women who
looked like they were ready to call the police. I gave them a playful
wink to let them know that I was going to be okay.
Once we got into his berth, he had me strip naked and throw all of my
clothes out the window, He had me lay across his lap and took out a
sharpie marker. He spent the next few hours writing "Whore," "Slut" "Sum
Dump," "Sissy" and the like across every inch of my flesh.
When he ran out of flesh, he pulled out a beard trimmer and went to work
on my hair. My scalp and eyebrows were shaved off, providing more space
for Master David to write upon.
He explained what was happening as he marked me up.
"I met your new Master at a hypno-con a few years ago," he explained. "He
put on a private show where he proved his abilities as a Master
hypnotist. At first it was the standard stuff, like turning people into
chickens, The difference was that all of these chickens ended up fucking
each other right there on the stage."
"He wiped their memories before they left," he continued. "but I had a
good laugh a few days later when I saw this high powered CEO sitting at
the bar with an egg cradled in her arms."
"She thought the egg was her baby!"
"I saw him sitting in a booth on the other side of the room. I lifted a
glass in a toast and he waved me over to join him."
We became friendly," he continued. "And your new Master takes care of his
friends. I can't tell you how many times over the years that I've heard a
tap at my door at 3am. I'll open up and find a naked man or woman
standing there, loudly saying their name and begging me to film them
while they suck my cock."
"Who am I to say no?" he continued. "I let them in and start filming as
they try and devour my cock. It's fucking huge, but all of these late
night whores seem to be able to handle my meat, no problem."
"They are all 'dicknotized,' so they don't remember doing it, but the
proof is always sitting in their in box the next morning." Master David
laughed at this. "Seriously, I don't know how many people he has
hypnotized like this, but there are at least twenty in New Orleans where
I live. And they're famous people too. Politicians and musicians and even
some movie stars keep showing up and begging to suck my cock."
"I guess he's blackmailing them, but I think he's got something else in
mind for you." He pushed me down to the ground and had me fish out his
cock. He wasn't lying. His cock was easily 11" in length. It's a good
thing I'd spent the last few weeks practicing.
I am proud to say that I swallowed him down whole. Master David laughed
at this and called me a "Good sissy."
He had me slowly bob up and down on his cock as he continued his story.
"I don't know all the details," he said. "but I know Nate makes a lot of
money turning dumb little sissies into playthings for some of the world's
most powerful men."
"You'll end up becoming a gorgeous woman, but you won't have any free
will left. You will do whatever your Master tells you to do. If he wants
you to be a whore, you'll spend the rest of your life walking the streets
and loving it. If he's into animals, he could turn you into a bitch and
put you in the kennels for the rest of your life."
"I even heard a rumor about some guy who wanted his new toy to be his
permanent toilet. He ended up bricking her into a bench in his Master
bathroom. She happily lapped up his shit and piss for almost a month
before she died. She had a smile on her face right up to the very end
because she was so happy to be living out her dream of becoming this
man's toilet."
Apparently this was also one of Master Nathan's fantasies, as this talk
of toilet sluts caused him to stiffen up and shoot his load down my
gullet.
I stayed on my knees with his cock in my mouth as he recovered. Finally,
I pulled myself off his cock long enough to say "I can be your toilet if
you want."
I swallowed his cock once again and was rewarded after a few minutes with
Master David's hot stream. I swallowed it all like a good slut. This made
Master David happy, and he started to get hard again.
This time he pulled out and shot his load on the cushion. I stopped me
when I went to lick it up. "Snort up that cum, bitch," he commanded. "I
want my scent in your nose for the next couple of days."
I was then dismissed and told to go kneel in the corner. That's how I
spent the next several days on the train. I knelt and waited for Master
David to feed me. Sometimes he would bring another passenger in to use
me. I think he probably invited the entire porter staff to join in the
fun.
It was all-good with me; I was on my way to New York City to become
Master Nathan's newest sissy project. My mind reeled at the
possibilities.
Except that we never got to New York. The train stopped at a station in
Pennsylvania at 3am one night. I was still naked, smelling of cum and
piss and covered from head to toe in erotic writing.
Master David used duct tape to tie my calves to my thighs and my hands to
my upper arms. The result is that I was forced to crawl on my elbows and
knees as he snapped a collar around my neck and led me down the corridor
and out onto the platform.
It was deserted except for a few train porters who had gathered to watch
the show. There was a stern-looking woman and three huge men waiting for
me. Master David handed them my leash and said "Good luck, sissy. I hope
you get everything you want."
He turned and high-fived one of the porters and got back onto the train.
AUTHOR'S NOTE.
I hope you like where this story is going. I'll cover the physical
transformation in the next chapter, and of course, catch up with Sissy
Sophia and finally introduce the sissy to Master Nathan.
You can expect more hypnosis, a trip to the beauty salon and a doctor's
surgery, plus bondage and perhaps castration. What else would you like to
see happen? Leave me a comment here or via email at [email protected].
xoxox
Emshoninque, aka Sissy Michelle
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