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Wrong Time for a Trip to the Bathroom
A short story by 'The Scallywags.'
Strong hands pulled mine behind me, and I felt and heard the unmistakable
sensations of a nylon tie-wrap locking my wrists securely behind me. A deep
brown voice whispered into my ear, "Well, well, well, what do we have hear?
Looks like I got myself a little piece of white meat to play with".
A very large black hand clasped tightly over my mouth prevented me from
responding, protesting, or finding out what the fuck was going on, the
voice continued: "I tell you what Whitey, we're going to try a little
experiment. I'm going to outline what your future could hold, and if your
reaction is as I suspect it will be, we will see what we can do about
making it all come true."
What the fuck was he on about? My thoughts were interrupted by his right
hand began easing itself under my belt, past my fly and into the confines
of my underwear. It continued its exploration, oblivious of my pathetic
attempts to gain my liberty until I felt his fingers encircle my flaccid
member.
"Not very big down here are you Whitey?" he teased, before slowly squeezing
my penis and continuing, "OK, let's get started. What I see for you is a
life time spent serving me as my personal little white sissy boy slave."
Once again, I frantically struggled to break his grip on me, kicking out
and thrashing around inside his powerfully muscled arms, but again, to no
avail.
"Yes Sirree, I see you dressed up ever so pretty in really slutty clothes,
you know the type of tiny skirts, very tight little dresses and teetering
heels that only whores, sluts and little white boy sissy slaves ever
wear. I see your pretty face smothered in way too much brightly colored
makeup, loads of cheap jewelry just dripping from your ears, fingers,
wrists, neck and ankles as you lovingly wrap your lips around me and suck
on my big black dick... Ah, I see this idea appears to agree with you!"
No! As much as I loathed the scenario he was so graphically outlining, I
could not deny that my penis was involuntarily beginning to stir under his
gentle stroking.
"See, I was right about you Whitey, I knew the second I laid my eyes on you
that you would make the ideal little sissy cocksucking whore slave. I knew
you'd love the idea of being dressed up as a little sissy slut, with
hormones padding your ass and making your little titties swell until you
need a bra to stop them from jiggling when ever you move to do my bidding."
He continued, totally ignoring my moans of protestation, probably
interpreting them as moans of arousal as my damned penis continued to grow
hard under his hand. My inadequate writhing, as I continued to try and
break free, was probably also misinterpreted as my constant squirming and
wriggling within his powerful arms inevitably bought my ass cheeks into
repeated contact with his own growing bulge. By forcing me to bend over at
the my waist, he was able to hold me still and grind his considerably large
feeling, denim covered, erection up against my defenseless ass.
"You'll be so pretty after we spend a little time and money on some
cosmetic surgery. You know, fill out your cheek bones, give you a sexy
little nose, puff up those cock sucking lips of yours, and give you a bust
to be real proud of. We want to make absolutely sure you are as pretty as
can be when you get to entertain my homies and me. We can even see about
getting what little body hair you have permanently removed by
electrolysis."
Tears began to drop from my eyes as he outlined the life he had planned for
me, and still I could neither break free nor prevent my penis from
stiffening under his continuing gentle ministrations. A fact my assailant
was not oblivious too.
"I see that my suggestions excite you my little soon-to-be-cocksucker, well
that's good. We want you to enjoy your new life as my little sissy slave."
I redoubled my efforts to break free of his powerful encompassing arms and
writhed and twisted within his grasp.
"I tell you what little Sissy, if you orgasm as I continue to spell out the
future I have planned for you, that means you obviously like what I am
proposing and will completely accept my terms. In that case, from this day
forth will be my personal property. Everything you own becomes mine. In
future you will dress, speak, walk, think, and act exactly as I
dictate. You will be mine to do with exactly as I please, your body and
mind will belong entirely to me, for me to use however I choose. However,
should you fail to be swayed by my words and not come in your pants, then I
will release you and you will be free to leave. Is that clear?"
What choice did I have? He was way too powerful for me to fight off, Lord
knows I was nearly exhausted from trying. At least the way he presented it,
there was a very good chance I could extricate myself from this mess I had
somehow gotten into. I nodded my reluctant agreement.
Immediately his fingers resumed their caress of my member. "Good, just
think my sweet little sissy how pretty you will be with your newly enlarged
feminine butt encased in a pair of tight fitting delicate silk panties. The
sensual feeling of silk stockings gliding up your denuded silken legs,
we'll make sure you have a perfect tan, complete with oh so feminine bikini
lines. I can't wait to see your swollen breasts nestling gently in a warm
silken brassier, your nipples jutting little tents through the filmy
material."
His fingers were now gently rubbing the sensitive underside of my glans as
my penis continued to swell despite my fervent attempts to distract myself
by thinking of anything remotely unattractive. I tried desperately
conjuring up an image of Maggie Thatcher, but even she could not overcome
the power of his words.
"Just consider yourself in a tight little miniskirt, your suspenders and
thong panty line clearly visible through the tightly stretched fabric,
barely long enough to cover your stocking tops. I can't wait to see you in
a tight fitting white blouse, transparent enough for your slutty red
demi-bra to be clearly visible, with a goodly part of your new cleavage
displayed through the top buttons always being undone. Imagine your feet
tightly encased in a pair of patent black sandals, towering atop five inch
stiletto heels, your toe nails painted some gaudy pink or red visible
through your slutty stockings, proclaiming for all to see what a little hot
tramp you are. I'll have you fitted with an irremovable slave bracelet,
telling everyone that you are my sissy slut slave. Your fingers will sport
talons, nails a full inch beyond your fingers, painted the same slovenly
color as your toes. Loads of rings will adorn your fingers and your pretty
wrists will be covered in loads of loudly jangling bracelets, their noise,
along with that from your large chandelier earrings will proclaim to
everyone that a proper little sissy is coming their way..."
No, this couldn't be happening to me, my penis, far from subsiding was now
fully erect, and his words served not to disgust me as they should, but
instead kept pushing me ever closer to the point of no return. Again, I
redoubled my efforts to reclaim my life by pushing horrid thoughts in the
way of his onslaught.
Sensing his victory was near my assailant redoubled his own efforts. "Don't
fight it little one, you know you want it. Come on, let yourself shoot your
little load into your panties, try and pretend they're a tiny pair of
startlingly bright pink silky thong panties, imagine you can feel them
constricting your tiny little balls and caressing your tight little
sphincter. Just think, as soon as you cum your new life can begin. You can
start by taking my real dick into that pretty little mouth of yours and
giving me your best blowjob. I even have a lipstick you can wear, providing
you ask me real nice to let you put it on before taking my dick into your
hot little mouth. Just imagine the creamy pink of your little virginal
sissy lips engulfing my throbbing nine inch cock, letting my meat slide all
the way down your tight little throat before I shoot a full manly load of
hot white cum into your belly. Imagine how it will be in the very near
future when your face is fully made up, your eyebrows tweezed back, huge
false eyelashes framing your pretty blue eyes, your cheeks smothered in a
very pretty dusky rose blusher, giving you that permanent feminine
blush. We'll visit a friend of mine at a beauty salon and get your hair
colored, get you a perm and tricked out, I think a slut like you should
have a big, wild, untamed hairdo. Maybe we'll see about getting you some
permanent makeup, you know, a little red lip liner and thick black eyeliner
tattooed on. We can even see about getting a few pretty tattoos for your
breasts, and how about a lovely ring of roses circling your ankle. And I
love the idea of having my name tattooed all over your body, that way
everyone will know for sure that you are definitely my property. Just
picture your collagen filled lips wrapped around my engorged dick as I face
fuck you full force. Contemplate your swollen breasts jiggling and your
freshly pierced earrings jangling as I slam my cock repeatedly down into
your gullet before pulling out and splattering my load of hot cum all over
your delicious face and ample breasts. Imagine the sensations of a series
of butt plugs stretching your virginal little ass until you are stretched
wide enough for me to take your anal cherry. Picture my dick sliding
painfully between your horrendously stretched sphincter, pillaging your
ass. Oh it will hurt at first, but pretty soon you'll learn to love the
feeling of my big cock sliding up your shitter, you'll learn to beg me to
fuck you up your sissy pussy..."
I could hold back no more. His words revealed a previously unknown dark
side of my psyche, and the ministrations of his giant hands finally served
to push me to orgasm. As my apparently inadequate penis jetted the first
spurt of cum, my assailant cooed in my ear, "That's it my pretty, you're
mine now. You know you want it. We'll leave here, stop by your place to
pick up anything of value, you can write your resignation there, and then
it's off to start your new life as my slave. We'll stop at the mall and get
you a new slutty wardrobe, more befitting your new role, as well as some
garish cosmetics, a load of cheap and slutty jewelry then it will be time
to get you settled into my house."
I could only sob pathetically as I completely surrendered to my new role. I
was his to do with as he pleased a fact he celebrated by pulling me to him
and pressing his lips over mine. His tongue finding its way between my lips
with no resistance offered. He released me, carefully feeding me my own
semen, which I dutifully licked from his fingers, before having me get down
on my knees.
"All right bitch, now it's time for you to start by begging me, your
master, to let you put on some lipstick before you can blow me."
Fighting the urge to cry, and hence make myself look even more pathetic, I
lowered my eyes to the dirty ground as I heard myself whisper "Please..."
He loudly interrupted me, "Louder bitch. And be sure you call me Master!"
I swallowed loudly, as if trying to swallow down the humiliation I was
being forced to endure. "Please... please Master, lend me a..."
Again he interrupted me. "From now on, you must always refer to yourself as
Sissy... what is your name Whitey?"
"Um, Alan Master, Alan Borne."
"Ok then, form now on you must always, and I do mean always, no matter who
you are talking to, you must always refer to yourself as Sissy Alan. Is
that clear? And look at my crotch whenever you speak to me, and make sure
you lick your lips like you can't wait to get your hands, lips and other
sissy parts on it. Is that all clear Sissy Alan?"
Pathetically, I did as instructed, dutifully raising my gaze to stare at
his swollen crotch, there was little doubt that his jeans were straining to
contain the monster within. Sliding my tongue around my lips in my best
impression of a wanton slut, I said loudly "Thank you Master" lick "Can you
please lend Sissy Alan a lipstick so that he..."
"She, always refer to yourself as feminine."
"... So she can put it on her lips and suck Masters cock?"
"Well since you asked so pretty..." he reached into his tight jeans and
produced a lipstick tube and handed it to me.
Pathetically applying the proffered lipstick, a vivid pink in a hideous
impression of a whore's worse day. Failing to notice that I now required no
more than a gentle verbal prodding, I meekly undid his zipper, gently
removed his monster cock from the hot confines of his pants, before
obediently lowering my gaudily painted mouth to kiss the enormous glans.
"That's it Sissy, kiss your new Master, worship his cock. You are going to
learn to be very, very, very attentive to my cock. Now why don't you get
busy. I want to see you take me all the way down that tight little throat
of you. I don't want to know if you have any teeth, if I feel them, you
might not have them for long. Is that clear?"
I nodded and answered dutifully, my gaze locked upon his monstrous schlong
before me. "Yes Master, Sissy Alan understands. All the way down... her
throat and no teeth."
"There's a good girl, now get busy and make sure you don't gag too badly."
In mortal fear of the monster before me, I opened my bright pink lips as
far as they would go and slowly lowered my head over the quickly awakening
beast. Even fully stretched wide, his glans completely filled my mouth,
slowly I pushed on, taking more and more into my mouth. God, how had it
come to this. Not twenty minutes ago I was minding my own business, a
perfectly happy single heterosexual guy, and now here I am, my lips painted
a garish pink while I am slowly taking more and more enormous black cock
into my mouth?
Obviously not content that I was being made to suffer enough, Master
ordered me. "Come on girl, let's hear you enjoying yourself down
there. It's not every little sissy who gets a new life and a chance to suck
on such a lovely piece of solid man meat. Let's hear a little
appreciation!"
Even though his monster cock was now beginning to force its way down my
throat, I docilely began moaning as if this was the best thing to ever
happen to me.
Placing his hands on the back of my head, Master held me still as he took
over. Now I had no choice but to accept his cock fully home. Inch by
dreadful inch, his disk was forced down my throat. I could feel my throat
muscles crying out in torture as they were stretched well beyond their
normal range. And still it came, I was glad I had had a chance to at least
wet it a little as he continued to stuff it down my throat. Luckily my gag
urge was well surpressed as he drove the final few inches home, I could not
believe the way my throat was stretched, feeling like I had a neck splint
preventing me from moving my head. My nose was finally buried in his musty
pubic region, I had done it, taken his full length down my throat. If I
thought the worse was over, I was very, sadly, mistaken. Still maintaining
his grip on my head, he began a rhythmic pumping in and out of his monster
cock. Again and again he would withdraw until only the tip was against my
pink lips, and then slowly he would slide the beast fully home down my
gullet, until once more my nose was forced into his tightly curled jet
black crotch hair. All the while I was forced to maintain a constant
barrage of excited whelps, lusty groans and incredibly horny encouragement
as he raped my mouth. He liberated my head, but left me in no doubt that I
was to voluntarily continue bobbing up and down his length.
Finally, after easily more than ten minutes of me sliding up and down his
cock, my hands, now 'lovingly' placed upon his naked buttocks, felt him
stiffening. Any thoughts I might have harbored about getting the hell off
this enormous black penis before it shot, were quickly dispelled by his
hand returning to powerfully grab my head, preventing me from getting out
the way. A few more powerful thrusts and he let out a loud groan as the
first of his hot cum sprayed down my throat. Slowly lifting my mouth up his
tool, he continued to send spurt after powerful spurt of cum into my
mouth. I could not keep up and inevitably a stream of cum escaped around
his cock to drip onto my black T-shirt. And still he came.
As a final insult to my vanishing masculinity, he withdrew fully and shot
the last few shots all over my face and hair, before using his glans to
work it into my pores and make sure my face was evenly covered in his warm
and congealing goo.
I meekly knelt before him and continued to gaze at his cock submissively
while licking my lips to recover what was left on my chin.
I had surrendered, admitted defeat, I was his now, and he was my master.
Six Months Later...
Despite the terrible tightness of the corset, I expectantly kneeled before
the apartment door awaiting my Masters return. I knelt with hands stretched
out, holding the ice-cold beer in a frosty mug, my Masters preferred drink
upon arriving home.
I was dressed to please him. Starting at the bottom, my toe nails were
perfectly maintained through my weekly visits to a local salon operated by
a colleague of my Master. There I would receive a full pedicure and
manicure, a session upon their sun bed, always dressed in the skimpiest of
bikinis, to ensure my groin and breasts maintained the perfectly feminine
of tan-lines, and a full facial, all topped off by the full-works on my
hair.
All hair had been removed from every part of my body, excluding that on my
head, and above and around my eyes. Every single other hair had been
painstakingly, and painfully, removed from my body by electrolysis. A thin
but very strong chain is securely locked around my right ankle, from it
hangs a one inch wide silver disk bearing the engraved inscription:
SISSY ALAN
PERSONAL SEX SLAVE OF MASTER JOHN
My legs are encased in bright white back seamed stockings. The toes of the
stockings are visible, as are my garish pink painted toenails, through the
open toes of the hideous pink open toed, horrendously high-heeled, ankle
strapped pumps. My surprisingly shapely legs, disappear eventually under
the too short hemline of the tight little supple black leather mini I am
forced to wear, the little skirts hem refusing to stay down far enough to
cover the tops of my lacey stocking tops.
My butt, now much enlarged and changed through the constant diet of
powerful female hormones I am fed, strains the leather of the skirt,
clearly revealing the outline of my red suspender belt and scarlet thong,
which serves to trap my now pathetic excuse for a penis. My balls now
remaining almost permanently forced back up their cavities and out of
sight, leaving a very passable impression of a pouting female pussy through
the tightly stretched nylon of my thong panties.
A terrifically reduced waist, primarily through hormones, diet, and
exercise, plus the effects of the ever present corset blooms upwards to
where the eyes are immediately drawn to a very impressive, and one hundred
percent feminine, pair of beautifully presented breasts. A filmy white
blouse does very little to conceal their splendor below and behind the
frothy white lace around the very open cleavage. Frames in a dark red low
cut brassiere, a pair of very perky looking 36D breasts wobble and quiver
with my every movement as I strain to remain holding the cold beer in my
outstretched pose. My nipples are still clearly discernable, even through
the thick lace of my bra cups, jutting forth a full inch when fully
aroused: a condition Master likes to see me the majority of the time.
Nestling between my heavily perfumed and bountiful breasts, nestle five
heavy gold chain necklaces. Each wrist is further encumbered by a loudly
jangling assortment of equally cheap looking bracelets, and as many a
thirteen wrings adorn my fingers and thumbs. My nails, painted the same
hideously bright and vivid pink as my toes, curl an appalling full inch and
a half beyond my fingertips.
My head is worse. Firstly, it is now covered on top by a horrid mass of
long platinum blond curls piled high in that classic white trash look: 'Big
Hair'. My face is covered in a thick creamy coat of foundation, my cheeks a
ceaseless parody of a female blush. The worst liberties have been taken
with my eyes and lips. Both now sport permanent makeup, courtesy of a
lengthy visit to Master's friends tattoo parlor. Now thick black lines line
each eye, finishing up with an exaggerated Egyptian tick. My lips are
equally horrendously outlined in a dark red, serving to accentuate the
ridiculous collagen inject lips I now sport. Even without another touch of
makeup, the tattoos serve to render my face completely feminine and pretty,
with a black love heart shaped beauty spot etched on to my face above and
to the left of my top lip. My left ankle now sports a fetching circle of
roses, daisies, and handcuffs, both buttocks sport the same legend as the
slave bracelet around my ankle, and immediately above my tiny penis, now
devoid of a single hair, is a large red arrow. Above this are the words
"Sissy Alan's Tiny Peter Clit"
My left arm now bears a pretty red rose under a banner bearing Master's
name.
Enormous false eyelashes top and bottom, each smothered today in thick and
glutinous blue mascara, serve to outline my bright blue eyes. Though the
combination of three thick cream eyeshadow, each loaded with glitter in
turquoise, lime green and pink, ensure there is no way of missing my
eyes. An overdose of cheap perfume and three pairs of large ugly earrings
complete my attire.
And so I wait for him, in anticipation of the evening of degradation and
public humiliation that awaits me upon his return.
A short story by 'The Scallywags.'
Strong hands pulled mine behind me, and I felt and heard the unmistakable
sensations of a nylon tie-wrap locking my wrists securely behind me. A deep
brown voice whispered into my ear, "Well, well, well, what do we have hear?
Looks like I got myself a little piece of white meat to play with".
A very large black hand clasped tightly over my mouth prevented me from
responding, protesting, or finding out what the fuck was going on, the
voice continued: "I tell you what Whitey, we're going to try a little
experiment. I'm going to outline what your future could hold, and if your
reaction is as I suspect it will be, we will see what we can do about
making it all come true."
What the fuck was he on about? My thoughts were interrupted by his right
hand began easing itself under my belt, past my fly and into the confines
of my underwear. It continued its exploration, oblivious of my pathetic
attempts to gain my liberty until I felt his fingers encircle my flaccid
member.
"Not very big down here are you Whitey?" he teased, before slowly squeezing
my penis and continuing, "OK, let's get started. What I see for you is a
life time spent serving me as my personal little white sissy boy slave."
Once again, I frantically struggled to break his grip on me, kicking out
and thrashing around inside his powerfully muscled arms, but again, to no
avail.
"Yes Sirree, I see you dressed up ever so pretty in really slutty clothes,
you know the type of tiny skirts, very tight little dresses and teetering
heels that only whores, sluts and little white boy sissy slaves ever
wear. I see your pretty face smothered in way too much brightly colored
makeup, loads of cheap jewelry just dripping from your ears, fingers,
wrists, neck and ankles as you lovingly wrap your lips around me and suck
on my big black dick... Ah, I see this idea appears to agree with you!"
No! As much as I loathed the scenario he was so graphically outlining, I
could not deny that my penis was involuntarily beginning to stir under his
gentle stroking.
"See, I was right about you Whitey, I knew the second I laid my eyes on you
that you would make the ideal little sissy cocksucking whore slave. I knew
you'd love the idea of being dressed up as a little sissy slut, with
hormones padding your ass and making your little titties swell until you
need a bra to stop them from jiggling when ever you move to do my bidding."
He continued, totally ignoring my moans of protestation, probably
interpreting them as moans of arousal as my damned penis continued to grow
hard under his hand. My inadequate writhing, as I continued to try and
break free, was probably also misinterpreted as my constant squirming and
wriggling within his powerful arms inevitably bought my ass cheeks into
repeated contact with his own growing bulge. By forcing me to bend over at
the my waist, he was able to hold me still and grind his considerably large
feeling, denim covered, erection up against my defenseless ass.
"You'll be so pretty after we spend a little time and money on some
cosmetic surgery. You know, fill out your cheek bones, give you a sexy
little nose, puff up those cock sucking lips of yours, and give you a bust
to be real proud of. We want to make absolutely sure you are as pretty as
can be when you get to entertain my homies and me. We can even see about
getting what little body hair you have permanently removed by
electrolysis."
Tears began to drop from my eyes as he outlined the life he had planned for
me, and still I could neither break free nor prevent my penis from
stiffening under his continuing gentle ministrations. A fact my assailant
was not oblivious too.
"I see that my suggestions excite you my little soon-to-be-cocksucker, well
that's good. We want you to enjoy your new life as my little sissy slave."
I redoubled my efforts to break free of his powerful encompassing arms and
writhed and twisted within his grasp.
"I tell you what little Sissy, if you orgasm as I continue to spell out the
future I have planned for you, that means you obviously like what I am
proposing and will completely accept my terms. In that case, from this day
forth will be my personal property. Everything you own becomes mine. In
future you will dress, speak, walk, think, and act exactly as I
dictate. You will be mine to do with exactly as I please, your body and
mind will belong entirely to me, for me to use however I choose. However,
should you fail to be swayed by my words and not come in your pants, then I
will release you and you will be free to leave. Is that clear?"
What choice did I have? He was way too powerful for me to fight off, Lord
knows I was nearly exhausted from trying. At least the way he presented it,
there was a very good chance I could extricate myself from this mess I had
somehow gotten into. I nodded my reluctant agreement.
Immediately his fingers resumed their caress of my member. "Good, just
think my sweet little sissy how pretty you will be with your newly enlarged
feminine butt encased in a pair of tight fitting delicate silk panties. The
sensual feeling of silk stockings gliding up your denuded silken legs,
we'll make sure you have a perfect tan, complete with oh so feminine bikini
lines. I can't wait to see your swollen breasts nestling gently in a warm
silken brassier, your nipples jutting little tents through the filmy
material."
His fingers were now gently rubbing the sensitive underside of my glans as
my penis continued to swell despite my fervent attempts to distract myself
by thinking of anything remotely unattractive. I tried desperately
conjuring up an image of Maggie Thatcher, but even she could not overcome
the power of his words.
"Just consider yourself in a tight little miniskirt, your suspenders and
thong panty line clearly visible through the tightly stretched fabric,
barely long enough to cover your stocking tops. I can't wait to see you in
a tight fitting white blouse, transparent enough for your slutty red
demi-bra to be clearly visible, with a goodly part of your new cleavage
displayed through the top buttons always being undone. Imagine your feet
tightly encased in a pair of patent black sandals, towering atop five inch
stiletto heels, your toe nails painted some gaudy pink or red visible
through your slutty stockings, proclaiming for all to see what a little hot
tramp you are. I'll have you fitted with an irremovable slave bracelet,
telling everyone that you are my sissy slut slave. Your fingers will sport
talons, nails a full inch beyond your fingers, painted the same slovenly
color as your toes. Loads of rings will adorn your fingers and your pretty
wrists will be covered in loads of loudly jangling bracelets, their noise,
along with that from your large chandelier earrings will proclaim to
everyone that a proper little sissy is coming their way..."
No, this couldn't be happening to me, my penis, far from subsiding was now
fully erect, and his words served not to disgust me as they should, but
instead kept pushing me ever closer to the point of no return. Again, I
redoubled my efforts to reclaim my life by pushing horrid thoughts in the
way of his onslaught.
Sensing his victory was near my assailant redoubled his own efforts. "Don't
fight it little one, you know you want it. Come on, let yourself shoot your
little load into your panties, try and pretend they're a tiny pair of
startlingly bright pink silky thong panties, imagine you can feel them
constricting your tiny little balls and caressing your tight little
sphincter. Just think, as soon as you cum your new life can begin. You can
start by taking my real dick into that pretty little mouth of yours and
giving me your best blowjob. I even have a lipstick you can wear, providing
you ask me real nice to let you put it on before taking my dick into your
hot little mouth. Just imagine the creamy pink of your little virginal
sissy lips engulfing my throbbing nine inch cock, letting my meat slide all
the way down your tight little throat before I shoot a full manly load of
hot white cum into your belly. Imagine how it will be in the very near
future when your face is fully made up, your eyebrows tweezed back, huge
false eyelashes framing your pretty blue eyes, your cheeks smothered in a
very pretty dusky rose blusher, giving you that permanent feminine
blush. We'll visit a friend of mine at a beauty salon and get your hair
colored, get you a perm and tricked out, I think a slut like you should
have a big, wild, untamed hairdo. Maybe we'll see about getting you some
permanent makeup, you know, a little red lip liner and thick black eyeliner
tattooed on. We can even see about getting a few pretty tattoos for your
breasts, and how about a lovely ring of roses circling your ankle. And I
love the idea of having my name tattooed all over your body, that way
everyone will know for sure that you are definitely my property. Just
picture your collagen filled lips wrapped around my engorged dick as I face
fuck you full force. Contemplate your swollen breasts jiggling and your
freshly pierced earrings jangling as I slam my cock repeatedly down into
your gullet before pulling out and splattering my load of hot cum all over
your delicious face and ample breasts. Imagine the sensations of a series
of butt plugs stretching your virginal little ass until you are stretched
wide enough for me to take your anal cherry. Picture my dick sliding
painfully between your horrendously stretched sphincter, pillaging your
ass. Oh it will hurt at first, but pretty soon you'll learn to love the
feeling of my big cock sliding up your shitter, you'll learn to beg me to
fuck you up your sissy pussy..."
I could hold back no more. His words revealed a previously unknown dark
side of my psyche, and the ministrations of his giant hands finally served
to push me to orgasm. As my apparently inadequate penis jetted the first
spurt of cum, my assailant cooed in my ear, "That's it my pretty, you're
mine now. You know you want it. We'll leave here, stop by your place to
pick up anything of value, you can write your resignation there, and then
it's off to start your new life as my slave. We'll stop at the mall and get
you a new slutty wardrobe, more befitting your new role, as well as some
garish cosmetics, a load of cheap and slutty jewelry then it will be time
to get you settled into my house."
I could only sob pathetically as I completely surrendered to my new role. I
was his to do with as he pleased a fact he celebrated by pulling me to him
and pressing his lips over mine. His tongue finding its way between my lips
with no resistance offered. He released me, carefully feeding me my own
semen, which I dutifully licked from his fingers, before having me get down
on my knees.
"All right bitch, now it's time for you to start by begging me, your
master, to let you put on some lipstick before you can blow me."
Fighting the urge to cry, and hence make myself look even more pathetic, I
lowered my eyes to the dirty ground as I heard myself whisper "Please..."
He loudly interrupted me, "Louder bitch. And be sure you call me Master!"
I swallowed loudly, as if trying to swallow down the humiliation I was
being forced to endure. "Please... please Master, lend me a..."
Again he interrupted me. "From now on, you must always refer to yourself as
Sissy... what is your name Whitey?"
"Um, Alan Master, Alan Borne."
"Ok then, form now on you must always, and I do mean always, no matter who
you are talking to, you must always refer to yourself as Sissy Alan. Is
that clear? And look at my crotch whenever you speak to me, and make sure
you lick your lips like you can't wait to get your hands, lips and other
sissy parts on it. Is that all clear Sissy Alan?"
Pathetically, I did as instructed, dutifully raising my gaze to stare at
his swollen crotch, there was little doubt that his jeans were straining to
contain the monster within. Sliding my tongue around my lips in my best
impression of a wanton slut, I said loudly "Thank you Master" lick "Can you
please lend Sissy Alan a lipstick so that he..."
"She, always refer to yourself as feminine."
"... So she can put it on her lips and suck Masters cock?"
"Well since you asked so pretty..." he reached into his tight jeans and
produced a lipstick tube and handed it to me.
Pathetically applying the proffered lipstick, a vivid pink in a hideous
impression of a whore's worse day. Failing to notice that I now required no
more than a gentle verbal prodding, I meekly undid his zipper, gently
removed his monster cock from the hot confines of his pants, before
obediently lowering my gaudily painted mouth to kiss the enormous glans.
"That's it Sissy, kiss your new Master, worship his cock. You are going to
learn to be very, very, very attentive to my cock. Now why don't you get
busy. I want to see you take me all the way down that tight little throat
of you. I don't want to know if you have any teeth, if I feel them, you
might not have them for long. Is that clear?"
I nodded and answered dutifully, my gaze locked upon his monstrous schlong
before me. "Yes Master, Sissy Alan understands. All the way down... her
throat and no teeth."
"There's a good girl, now get busy and make sure you don't gag too badly."
In mortal fear of the monster before me, I opened my bright pink lips as
far as they would go and slowly lowered my head over the quickly awakening
beast. Even fully stretched wide, his glans completely filled my mouth,
slowly I pushed on, taking more and more into my mouth. God, how had it
come to this. Not twenty minutes ago I was minding my own business, a
perfectly happy single heterosexual guy, and now here I am, my lips painted
a garish pink while I am slowly taking more and more enormous black cock
into my mouth?
Obviously not content that I was being made to suffer enough, Master
ordered me. "Come on girl, let's hear you enjoying yourself down
there. It's not every little sissy who gets a new life and a chance to suck
on such a lovely piece of solid man meat. Let's hear a little
appreciation!"
Even though his monster cock was now beginning to force its way down my
throat, I docilely began moaning as if this was the best thing to ever
happen to me.
Placing his hands on the back of my head, Master held me still as he took
over. Now I had no choice but to accept his cock fully home. Inch by
dreadful inch, his disk was forced down my throat. I could feel my throat
muscles crying out in torture as they were stretched well beyond their
normal range. And still it came, I was glad I had had a chance to at least
wet it a little as he continued to stuff it down my throat. Luckily my gag
urge was well surpressed as he drove the final few inches home, I could not
believe the way my throat was stretched, feeling like I had a neck splint
preventing me from moving my head. My nose was finally buried in his musty
pubic region, I had done it, taken his full length down my throat. If I
thought the worse was over, I was very, sadly, mistaken. Still maintaining
his grip on my head, he began a rhythmic pumping in and out of his monster
cock. Again and again he would withdraw until only the tip was against my
pink lips, and then slowly he would slide the beast fully home down my
gullet, until once more my nose was forced into his tightly curled jet
black crotch hair. All the while I was forced to maintain a constant
barrage of excited whelps, lusty groans and incredibly horny encouragement
as he raped my mouth. He liberated my head, but left me in no doubt that I
was to voluntarily continue bobbing up and down his length.
Finally, after easily more than ten minutes of me sliding up and down his
cock, my hands, now 'lovingly' placed upon his naked buttocks, felt him
stiffening. Any thoughts I might have harbored about getting the hell off
this enormous black penis before it shot, were quickly dispelled by his
hand returning to powerfully grab my head, preventing me from getting out
the way. A few more powerful thrusts and he let out a loud groan as the
first of his hot cum sprayed down my throat. Slowly lifting my mouth up his
tool, he continued to send spurt after powerful spurt of cum into my
mouth. I could not keep up and inevitably a stream of cum escaped around
his cock to drip onto my black T-shirt. And still he came.
As a final insult to my vanishing masculinity, he withdrew fully and shot
the last few shots all over my face and hair, before using his glans to
work it into my pores and make sure my face was evenly covered in his warm
and congealing goo.
I meekly knelt before him and continued to gaze at his cock submissively
while licking my lips to recover what was left on my chin.
I had surrendered, admitted defeat, I was his now, and he was my master.
Six Months Later...
Despite the terrible tightness of the corset, I expectantly kneeled before
the apartment door awaiting my Masters return. I knelt with hands stretched
out, holding the ice-cold beer in a frosty mug, my Masters preferred drink
upon arriving home.
I was dressed to please him. Starting at the bottom, my toe nails were
perfectly maintained through my weekly visits to a local salon operated by
a colleague of my Master. There I would receive a full pedicure and
manicure, a session upon their sun bed, always dressed in the skimpiest of
bikinis, to ensure my groin and breasts maintained the perfectly feminine
of tan-lines, and a full facial, all topped off by the full-works on my
hair.
All hair had been removed from every part of my body, excluding that on my
head, and above and around my eyes. Every single other hair had been
painstakingly, and painfully, removed from my body by electrolysis. A thin
but very strong chain is securely locked around my right ankle, from it
hangs a one inch wide silver disk bearing the engraved inscription:
SISSY ALAN
PERSONAL SEX SLAVE OF MASTER JOHN
My legs are encased in bright white back seamed stockings. The toes of the
stockings are visible, as are my garish pink painted toenails, through the
open toes of the hideous pink open toed, horrendously high-heeled, ankle
strapped pumps. My surprisingly shapely legs, disappear eventually under
the too short hemline of the tight little supple black leather mini I am
forced to wear, the little skirts hem refusing to stay down far enough to
cover the tops of my lacey stocking tops.
My butt, now much enlarged and changed through the constant diet of
powerful female hormones I am fed, strains the leather of the skirt,
clearly revealing the outline of my red suspender belt and scarlet thong,
which serves to trap my now pathetic excuse for a penis. My balls now
remaining almost permanently forced back up their cavities and out of
sight, leaving a very passable impression of a pouting female pussy through
the tightly stretched nylon of my thong panties.
A terrifically reduced waist, primarily through hormones, diet, and
exercise, plus the effects of the ever present corset blooms upwards to
where the eyes are immediately drawn to a very impressive, and one hundred
percent feminine, pair of beautifully presented breasts. A filmy white
blouse does very little to conceal their splendor below and behind the
frothy white lace around the very open cleavage. Frames in a dark red low
cut brassiere, a pair of very perky looking 36D breasts wobble and quiver
with my every movement as I strain to remain holding the cold beer in my
outstretched pose. My nipples are still clearly discernable, even through
the thick lace of my bra cups, jutting forth a full inch when fully
aroused: a condition Master likes to see me the majority of the time.
Nestling between my heavily perfumed and bountiful breasts, nestle five
heavy gold chain necklaces. Each wrist is further encumbered by a loudly
jangling assortment of equally cheap looking bracelets, and as many a
thirteen wrings adorn my fingers and thumbs. My nails, painted the same
hideously bright and vivid pink as my toes, curl an appalling full inch and
a half beyond my fingertips.
My head is worse. Firstly, it is now covered on top by a horrid mass of
long platinum blond curls piled high in that classic white trash look: 'Big
Hair'. My face is covered in a thick creamy coat of foundation, my cheeks a
ceaseless parody of a female blush. The worst liberties have been taken
with my eyes and lips. Both now sport permanent makeup, courtesy of a
lengthy visit to Master's friends tattoo parlor. Now thick black lines line
each eye, finishing up with an exaggerated Egyptian tick. My lips are
equally horrendously outlined in a dark red, serving to accentuate the
ridiculous collagen inject lips I now sport. Even without another touch of
makeup, the tattoos serve to render my face completely feminine and pretty,
with a black love heart shaped beauty spot etched on to my face above and
to the left of my top lip. My left ankle now sports a fetching circle of
roses, daisies, and handcuffs, both buttocks sport the same legend as the
slave bracelet around my ankle, and immediately above my tiny penis, now
devoid of a single hair, is a large red arrow. Above this are the words
"Sissy Alan's Tiny Peter Clit"
My left arm now bears a pretty red rose under a banner bearing Master's
name.
Enormous false eyelashes top and bottom, each smothered today in thick and
glutinous blue mascara, serve to outline my bright blue eyes. Though the
combination of three thick cream eyeshadow, each loaded with glitter in
turquoise, lime green and pink, ensure there is no way of missing my
eyes. An overdose of cheap perfume and three pairs of large ugly earrings
complete my attire.
And so I wait for him, in anticipation of the evening of degradation and
public humiliation that awaits me upon his return.
