Crowd Sourced Sissy
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PREVIOUSLY ON CROWD SOURCED SISSY: In part 1, a man met 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.
In part 2, the man decides to become a sissy as well. He travels to New
York with visions of sissy in his head, but the anonymous Master who is
controlling his fate has other plans for our poor sissy.
Crowd Sourced Sissy 3
I crawled out onto the train platform, confused and a little bit worried
because I was supposed to be in New York. I was supposed to meet Master
Nathan, but instead I knelt at the feet of a stern-looking woman and
several muscular men.
"Sissy," she hissed with a haughty smile, "nice to meet you. We are going
to have so much fun."
I started to say something and was rewarded with a hard slap across my
face. "Sissy's do not speak unless instructed to do so!"
I nodded my head in understanding.
She threw the leash to one of her men and abruptly turned and walked off
toward the parking lot. The men followed and I crawled after them as fast
as I could. At one point they got tired of waiting and began dragging me
behind them.
I was hoisted into the back of a van and turned to face the woman who was
holding a camera. "Okay, sissy," she said, "here's your chance to talk to
your new fans. Tell them your name, what you are voluntarily signing up
for, and just how far you'll go to become a perfect sissy cock slut."
I heard the beep of the camera being turned on.
"Hello," I mewed and was rewarded with another slap and a command to
"speak up, slut."
"I am a sissy," I said, "or I hope that I will be soon. But I need your
help. I am voluntarily agreeing to be transformed into a full sissy. I am
voluntarily agreeing to any training you want. Whatever you want. Nothing
is off limits. I am voluntarily agreeing to submit to whatever my fans
demand."
"What do you want to have happen?" the woman barked out.
"Well, I hope that people will go online and tip me whenever I perform
for them. I imagine that means lots of blowjobs and being fucked by a
never-ending parade of cocks. And when a cock isn't available, I guess
there will always be a large collection of rubber dildos to practice on."
I looked up at the woman and she gestured for me to continue. "That
probably means that I spend most of my days down on my knees and
performing for cameras like a cheap whore. Hopefully, I will impress
enough people that they will tip me. All of the money will be used for my
feminization," I explained.
"That means breast implants. My fans will decide what size. It means
facial surgery to make me look like a woman, and maybe even ass implants
and having some ribs removed so I can get a perfect hour glass figure."
"And what about those ugly sissy balls?" the woman asked. This one was
tough but I knew the answer. I took a deep breath before answering. "They
don't belong to me any more. If my fans want to keep them locked up for
good, then I will happily glue up my cage and comply. And if they plan to
chop them off one day," I shuddered, "then I will thank them for helping
me take that next step into sissyhood."
The woman motioned to one of her men who reached out and flipped me onto
my back while using my sissy balls as a handle. He roughly squeezed them
and I thought I might pass out from the pain.
The woman just laughed. "We may cut them off one day," she explained,
"but they are a useful sissy training tool for now."
"Yes, Mistress," I grunted out through the pain.
"So tell your fans," the woman continued, "are you willing to be
tattooed? Letting your followers choose your ink?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"And they can decide to give you any piercings they like, any where they
like?" she prodded.
"I expect to have many, many piercings in the near future. Some will be
for beauty, others will just be a part of my sissy training program. My
fans will decide when and where the piercing happen."
"And you hypnotic training?" she asked. "What would you like to see
happen with that?"
"I am willingly entering into this, but hypnosis might make it a lot more
exciting. Maybe I am hypnotized into forgetting my life prior to becoming
a sissy? Perhaps I am given a trigger phrase that turns me into a cock-
obsessed slut, a common whore, maybe even a dog."
I paused before pressing forward. "I heard somebody talking about a woman
who was hypnotized so that she could only eat cum. She would throw
everything else up. It did wonders for her figure, and made her desperate
to suck enough cocks every day just so that she could survive. I also
heard about the trigger that would leave me unable to move a single
muscle--it would basically turn me into a sex doll, or maybe one that
shuts off all of my senses some I am just an object."
"You have some naughty ideas, sissy," the woman said. "I'm sure that your
fans will have even kinkier thoughts, and they will pay to watch you
suffer through whatever they can think of."
I took another hard swallow and said, "I hope they will do all of that to
me and more."
"Last question, sissy," the woman said. "Would you be willing to drink
this water, knowing that it has been drugged? Knowing full well that once
you pass out we will take you some place far away where you will be
trained to be a perfect sissy, with no chance to ever back out?"
This one was easy. I looked straight into the camera and revealed my
deepest desire. "I want to become a perfect sissy, and will do whatever
it takes to make that come true. I am grateful to everyone who will help
train me, so I will gladly be drugged so that I can get to the next stage
of my sissy transformation."
"Well, if you insist," the woman laughed and held a water bottle up to
my lips. She tipped it up and I gulped it all down with gusto.
It didn't take long before I started to feel a little woozy. One of the
men flipped me around and shoved his cock into my mouth. I reflexively
started bobbing my head up and down his shaft while the woman narrated
from behind the camera.
"As you can see, this sissy is ready to start her training. If you
subscribe to her page, you'll be able to watch everything that we do to
her, and offer up training suggestions." She laughed at some private joke
before adding, "You'll also be able to bid on some of her kinkier
training."
"Ultimately we will sell her off to some sick pervert for his personal
enjoyment, but you can take part of the fun before the final slave
auction. Take a look at the links to see some of our past sissy
projects," she continued. "I think you'll find that..."
I don't remember anything else. I felt the man's cock spasm and shoot his
load down my throat before everything went black and my sissy journey
began in earnest.
I had no idea what happened while I was blacked out. I know that I was
moved to some private home and began my initial sissy transformation
while I was asleep. I found out that I was moved into a room and
everything was live streamed for two weeks while I began my training.
I've since seen the videos. I must admit it's pretty hot. I was kept in a
drugged stupor. There were headphones on my ears, which were implanting
hypnotic commands firmly into my psyche. Every so often a masked man
would come into the room and put the commands to the test.
He would lean over and whisper something into my ear and I would suddenly
wake and spring into action, attacking him like a bitch in heat that
needed to swallow his cock and his cum like my life depended on it.
Once four men came in and I threw myself at them, roughly fucking each on
them while I sucked the cock of the next man who would beg to use my
sissy pussy. After each of them and bred me three times, something was
said in my ears and I turned back into a drugged out drone.
In the video you can see me crawl back into bed and start listening to my
hypno files, all the while my fingers are scooping out the cum oozing
from my sissy pussy. I lick my cum-covered fingers with relish as I
listen to the files.
One of the more intriguing videos shows me being told that there are
twenty men in the room that need to use my sissy holes. There wasn't
anybody in the room, but I leapt out of bed sucking invisible cocks for
the next three hours. I realize that it was all a hypnotic command, but I
still have clear memories of those twenty men with their 15" cocks. They
are very real to me.
After two weeks of this I find myself rousing from my drugged haze. A
nurse is sitting by my bedside waiting for me to come to my senses.
"Good morning, sleepyhead," she says as I wake. "Did you have a good
beauty rest?"
"Yes, Mistress," I murmur on autopilot even though I have never met this
woman before in my life.
"Good sissy," she says and I moan in appreciation of the compliment.
"You've been asleep for a long time, so we started your transformation
while you were out. Do you like your new boobies?"
"Boobies?" The mere mention of the word filled me with irrational joy. My
hands strained to reach my breasts, and when I realized that they were
tied to the bedside, I actually started to cry in disappointment at not
being able to touch my glorious new boobies.
The nurse laughed and unbuckled my hands, which flew to my breasts and
began to sensuously knead them as if I was trying to seduce myself. Like
a good sissy, I moaned ecstatically at every touch.
"Now sissy," the woman said, "they are only B cups. Wouldn't you like
bigger boobies?"
Another jolt of electricity shot though me. "Bigger boobies, yes!" I
screamed in orgiastic pleasure.
"I have good news, sissy," she continued. "You'll get your new boobies
next week! Your fans have been donating to get you the best boobies of
all. Would you like a nice pair of C cups titties?"
I pouted at the thought. "Bigger boobies," I said with conviction.
"Double D Cups?" the nurse asked.
"Bigger!" I exclaimed.
"Boobies so big you can't stand upright any more?" she asked.
"Yes!" I cried.
"What about an experimental lactation drug that will make you leak milk
24 hours a day from now on?" she asked with a raised eyebrow,
"Yes!" I answered as a look of pure lust crossed my face.
She leaned in and gave me a kiss on the forehead. "I think we can make
your dreams come true. Especially since your fans have already paid for
everything. You'll have to figure out how to thank them later on." She
then whispered something in my ear. I immediately fell into a fugue state
while the nurse put my headphones back over my ears.
"As you can see," she said as she turned to the camera, "the breast
suggestions have firmly taken hold. We will give sissy Double Ds in two
weeks after the hormones have worked their magic. But thanks to her
hypnotic training, she will think that she has Double Js, and as per your
requests, sissy will struggle for the rest of her life to stand upright."
She smiled at the thought. "If you want, we can make her boobs that big
in real life, but that's something for later. In the meantime, we are
working on TitMaster67's suggestion about the lactation drug and that
sissy's nipples be made highly orgasmic. We've written the script, and
after a few weeks of training, we should be able to make sissy cum and
squirt on command anytime somebody brushes up against her nipples."
"Thanks again to TitMaster67 for funding sissy's nipple training
project," the nurse remarked. "Next week we will begin her cock
suggestions, so be sure to comment and bid on her next phase of
training."
I woke two weeks later to find massive bandages on my chest. My nurse was
there to unwrap my new sissy titties. My hands were still tied to the
side of the bed when she started the new video. I practically went mad
with desire as she unwrapped the bandages and revealed my glorious new
titties.
They were Double D cups, but in my mind, I saw them twice as big as that.
I panicked a little, wondering how I would ever manage to stand up again.
I only calmed down when I realized that it didn't matter. I had my new
sissy titties--what more could a girl wish for?
And when I saw a droplet of milk appear at my nipple, I started to cry
tears of joy at the sight. The nurse reached over and gave my new tit a
squeeze and a small squirt of milk spurt from my nipple. My eyes rolled
back into my head in sheer orgiastic bliss at her touch.
"The milk's not quite in yet," she observed, "but in a month or so, we'll
start hooking you up to a milking machine several times each day. You
already have fans expecting to receive special deliveries of sissy milk
from you every day."
Once again, just the idea was enough to drive me to the point of orgasm.
But I didn't actually cum. It turns out that my hypnotic training was
designed to keep me on edge, but never allowed any relief. I had received
thousands of dollars in tips from sadistic men who wanted to keep me
horny and desperate for relief, but always denied for the rest of my
life."
That was just the beginning of my training. My next session suggestion
came from a man who was looking for a sissy bitch. A bitch, as in a dog.
The headphones went back on and the next week when the nurse woke me from
my slumber, she whispered something into my ear and I was suddenly
transformed into a dog in heat!
That meant that I was suddenly unable to understand human speech or to
stand upright. The problem was that as I crawled around on all fours, my
new titties frequently dragged across the floor, putting me immediately
into heat.
I spent the next week rubbing up against the leg of anybody who entered
my room, hoping to convince them to fuck me. It turns out that it's not
too difficult to find guys who want to bust a nut in the new sissy
doggie.
I was led outside on a leash and tethered to a stake in the center of the
yard. I spent the next week in pure doggie bliss. My food and water bowls
were filled twice a day and the rest of the time I was set to service a
regular parade of men who stopped by to breed me like the bitch that I
was.
They frequently brought their own dogs, so I usually spent a lot of time
choking on their human cocks while I was knotted to their dogs. I barked
in appreciation of all the yummy doggie treats being delivered into my
mouth and doggie pussy.
Best of all, I spent each night staked down in the kennel. It turns out
that my highest tips came from the men who wanted to see me being bred by
some of the largest dogs in existence. I wasn't cognizant for any of it.
Thanks to my hypnotic training, I genuinely thought that I was a bitch in
heat, and welcomed every doggie cock and whimpered for more.
The doggie phase ended when a sadistic dental freak bid on my next
training.
I woke to find myself strapped into a dental chair. The man who had bid
on me explained that he was going to remove my teeth so that I could be
fitted with a new sissy smile.
The dentist had his own sissy, who proceeded to suck on my nipples while
he started extracting my teeth. It was so pleasurable that I forgot the
pain of having my teeth pulled one at time without any anesthesia. To be
clear, I absolutely felt the acute pain of every tooth being pulled from
my head, but quickly forgot my suffering because of the pleasure of the
sissy sucking on my nipples.
Ultimately, I was fitted with a special set of dentures. They could be
easily popped out for any man who wanted to fuck my throat without the
risk of teeth. But they could just as easily be locked in place, making
it impossible to open my mouth without somebody releasing the catch on my
new sissy smile.
It took a while to heal up, but it soon became the norm for me to fall
asleep with a large hollow dildo stuffed down my throat with my mouth
locked up tight so I couldn't remove it before my Master returned with
the key to release me.
Needless to say my gag reflex was eradicated. I didn't even need hypnotic
training for this.
By this time I had spent nearly half a year in training. My hair had
grown long enough to take hair extensions and my face had recovered from
my initial feminization surgeries.
My jaw line had been reduced and my nose was just a cute little button. I
was looking pretty girly. That meant that it was time for a field trip!
I found myself walking into a beauty salon and begging to be turned into
"a sissy bimbo cum slut!" It was all captured on camera as the salon
owner led me to a back room and proceeded to give me a full body wax. In
payment, I lapped at her pussy until she had come four times.
I was then passed off to a nail tech who gave me a set of 4" talons that
I would carry from that day on. They were painted "cock-sucker red" and
emblazoned with the letters "S-I-S-S-Y" on one hand and "S-L-U-T-!" on
the other.
Of course, I paid for my new nails with my face planted firmly in the
nail tech's crotch.
Next up was my hair. As I said, I had finally grown it out to the point
where hair extensions could be added. The hair stylist whispered
something into my ear and I blacked out. When I woke, I found that I was
sporting a platinum blonde mane that would make Dolly Parton Jealous!
My hair screamed "Sissy" for the whole world to see. It left me crying
tears of joy and I practically attached the stylist's cock, desperate to
please him as much as my new hair pleased me!
My handler came forward to claim me. I didn't know that there was a large
Black man watching over me, and I was so grateful for his presence that I
immediately begged to service him. "Maybe later, slut," he said. "We've
got places to be before the night is over."
"Places to be" turned out to be a tattoo parlor. My minder whispered
something into my ear and I found myself walking into the shop and once
again begging at the top of my voice to be tattooed like a "sissy cock
slut whore."
I don't know if the tattoo guys were in on the gig, but they smiled and
beckoned me over to the chair. I spent the rest of the night strapped
into that chair, while I was given permanent eyeliner and a bright red
lip color. "Sometimes a sissy has so much cock that she doesn't have time
to do her make up," he explained. "Now you won't ever have to worry about
not looking your best."
When the tattoo artist asked if I liked it, I practically screamed at the
top of my lungs that I wanted "MORE!"
And so I was flipped over and given a sissy tramp stamp. Basically it was
a spread of roses with thorny arrows pointing toward my sissy pussy.
Speaking of my sissy pussy, the artist spread my cheeks and proceeded to
tattoo vaginal lips around my sissy hole. By the time it healed, it
looked like I had a real pussy down there!
Next up were my areola tattoos--to make them darker and more prominent.
This was the most difficult to endure, as just touching my nipples drove
me wild with desire. I had to be restrained to the chair while the tattoo
artist took his time giving me huge, dark-pink areolas.
After this I was unlocked from my sissy cage and I was given an
extravagant floral design along the shaft of my sissy stick. It hurt, but
I couldn't stop thinking about how pretty my sissy stick was becoming!
The final embellishment was a large "Sissy" tattoo across my groin. You
know those trucker mud flap silhouettes? My tattoo was something like
that, but with a buxom sissy down on her knees being impaled on both ends
by hard cocks!
And then it was time for the piercings! My nipples were pierced with
large gold rings. My tongue was pierced with a diamond stud. I had my
septum pierced with a gold ring that was glued shut.
Moving lower, my I was given a frenum piercing before it was all locked
back up and attached to my chastity cage. Finally, I was given 6
piercings in the crest of each ear! The letters "S-I-S-S-Y" were fitted
into the holes in each ear. There would be no hiding this sissy from the
world from now on.
Not that I wanted to hide.
The camera was turned on and I was instructed to thank my fans for paying
for my new look. I squealed like a child of Christmas morning, ecstatic
over the ink and piercings that my fans had just gifted me with.
Then it was back to the facility for a few more months of training. I
don't think I ever slept, but would simply be dropped off into a quick
nap several times each day so that I didn't physically collapse.
Apparently this sleep depravation is very useful for breaking down a
subject, and taking them right to the point of madness.
I had learned full makeup and hairstyling, and even though I had some
permanent facial tattoos, I always covered them with makeup just in case
they might face one day.
Once I was fully dolled up, I got dressed in whatever outfit my fans had
decided that I should wear. Most of the time that meant I was dressed as
a French Maid, a Catholic schoolgirl, a milkmaid or a leather-clad
dominatrix. I didn't care--I looked hot in everything.
By this time my tits were usually swollen to the point where they were
causing me pain. I would slip the milking machine over my nipples and
shudder uncontrollably in bliss for the next thirty minutes while I
filled the milk receptacles. That experimental drug worked wonders! I
was producing up to two gallons every day. What's more, it was so full of
hormones that sissies all around the world were paying top dollar to
drink my milk.
I was happy to help.
Apparently the milk also had some addictive qualities. I'm proud to say
that I am mother to a large stable of hu-cow sissies that keep several
specialized dairies in operation around the world.
After milking, I would strap myself onto my fucking machine. It was
basically a 14" dildo that would hammer my pussy from behind, and another
that would assault my face. Wi-Fi controlled electro shock pads would be
attached to my nipples and my testicles, and then I would wait for my
fans to take control of the machinery.
They would bid to control how deep or how fast the fucking machines would
assault me. They were in control of how often I would be shocked, and how
strong those shocks would be. I never had any idea of how long I would be
there, but it was usually several hours of non-stop sissy abuse before I
would be released for my next task.
I usually spent my afternoons performing as a maid. A hypnotic command
made me forget any English, plunging me into non-stop Spanish--I have no
idea when I learned to speak Spanish. All I know is that I would be
delivered to some mansion and put to work, terrified that la Migra would
find and deport me. I was so terrified about being caught, that not only
was I a great housekeeper for several homes, but I was willing to do
ANYTHING to keep the homeowners happy with my services.
I also spent time living out my sex doll fantasy. A simple command left
me unable to move, see or hear, so I would be delivered to a home as an
inanimate object and literally dolled up and used as a sex object. My
only control over this was with my mouth or pussy, which immediately
began to bob up and down anytime something was inserted into it.
I have no recollection of any of this. I was just an inanimate sex object
on autopilot for all of this time.
I would frequently spend my evenings as a sissy whore working in a glory
hole at an adult bookstore, or in a bathroom stall of a gay bar. It
wasn't cheap to bid on me, but these business owners knew the value of
having an enthusiastic cocksucker working at their clubs. I was money
well spent!
And of course I could be hired out for private parties or frat house
events. I never knew what to expect, I just showed up and went to work on
a never-ending parade of cocks and pussies.
At one point I was brought out of my semi-permanent hypnotic state for a
sissy party. Apparently I had earned my Masters $2 million dollars over
the past year. They asked me what I would like as a present. I knew
immediately what I wanted. Bigger boobies and larger dildos on my fucking
machines!
They were all too happy to make my sissy dreams come true.
This was my world for the next 4 years. By this time my Masters had
realized how lucrative a well-trained sissy could be. At one point I was
shown a file that revealed that there were now hundred of sissies all
around the world. But I was the first!
Like I said, I was the mother of all of these sluts.
My biggest payday came on day when I was strapped into a chair and
wheeled into a room. There were hundreds of people watching in person,
and the clapped in appreciation at my appearance. Apparently these were
my top fans, and they had been invited to attend a special sissy event.
A spotlight turned on and a man stepped forward, "Hello sissy," he said.
"My name is Master Nathan, and you have been a very good sissy."
I started to weep in appreciation of the man who had funded my sissy
life. I blubbered out thank you and my desire to do anything to prove how
grateful I was for everything that he had done for me. I begged him to
let me prove that I was his perfect depraved sissy cock slut. "I will do
anything!" I said.
"That's good to know," Master Nathan replied, "because there is one more
thing you can give me."
"Anything," I cried out.
Master Nathan showed me a scalpel. "I want those little sissy balls," he
said. "But you need to cut them off yourself. Will you do that for me,
sissy?" he asked.
There's was no doubt in my voice when I said that I would do anything for
him. Master Nathan smiled at this and leaned in to give me a deep kiss.
When he broke free, he handed me the scalpel and told me that it was time
to prove my devotion.
A man stepped forward and showed me where to cut. The pain was
excruciating, but my devotion to Master was stronger. I don't even think
this was part of my hypnosis training. I genuinely wanted to give him
this gift.
Following instructions, I sliced into my ball sack and was able to pop
out my poor, desiccated testicles. It was a quick thing to cut them free
and hand them to my Master. The crowd cheered as the man standing next to
me sutured and bandaged me back up.
My fans had bid on my sissy balls. One fan had paid $270,000 dollars to
take home the prize. He was also the first man I serviced that night,
after I had been bandaged up and put back to work.
He kept flicking my balls into my face as I sucked his cock. I didn't
care. I hadn't used those ugly balls in years.
I serviced the entire room that night. It took almost 15 hours, but I
sucked every single cock to completion, as well as brought the fewer
collection of pussies to orgasm as well.
And then I collapsed in exhaustion. Master Nathan kissed me on the
forehead and whispered that he wished that "every sissy was as good as
[me]."
And then it was all over. I was given a night to recuperate, but then I
was boxed into a crate that was filled with expanding foam. Tube kept my
mouth connected to fresh air on the outside, but otherwise I was
surrounded by the crushing foam. I had been given a hypnotic command that
left me unable to move or cry out. I was just another object loaded onto
a ship and sent across the sea to my new owners.
I was uncrated a few weeks later and put to work in an exclusive Chinese
brothel. Select clients pay major Yuan to use me in any manner they
desire. They also pay top dollar to have me train the next crop of sissy
cock sluts.
It's the job that I was literally made for--the perfect role for an older-
but-still-devoted sissy cock slut!
AUTHOR'S NOTE.
I hope you enjoyed this little tale. I certainly enjoyed writing it.
Thanks to everyone who commented or emailed suggestions for this story. I
think I was able to include all of your suggestions (including no-piss
play) except for having the sissy fight against her training. That just
didn't feel right to me in this story.
If you have any ideas about what I should write next, please comment and
feel free to contact me at [email protected]. As a sissy myself, I love to
write stories for all you kinky fuckers out there!
xoxox
Emshoninque, aka Sissy Michelle
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