A Sissy's Adjustment
by Sissipus
As I stepped up and rang the doorbell, I was so nervous I was literally shaking. Not only did I feel self-conscious, dressed as I was, but I had no idea what awaited me on the other side of that door.
Lonely, depressed and fed up with the drunks, single mothers and cheap hookers who seemed to frequent the local bar scene, I had decided to try a personal ad. I didn't want to deal with the cost and hassle of placing my own ad, so I just replied to a few that had caught my interest. While most of the people turned out to be either insincere or just not my type, one woman turned out to be just what I was looking for. Which was quite surprising.
SWF, early 30s, seeks closet sissy in need of
proper training. Under my stern supervision you
will soon learn to obey my every whim and
anticipate my every desire. You must be very
submissive, but inexperienced, as I prefer to
work with a blank slate. Bi curious preferred,
but will adjust to suit.
As much as her ad had intrigued me, I never would have replied if not for the magazine's special offer. You see, if you replied to five ads, you got a sixth free. Yup, you guessed it - she was the freebie.
After exchanging a few letters - all of them shockingly explicit - she had decided it was time for us to meet. When I say 'she decided,' I mean just that. Either I agreed with her decision, or it would all be over. Well, I wasn't sure I wanted to take this little fantasy all the way, but I couldn't resist the temptation to at least see what she looked like. Besides, if I decided I wasn't interested, I just wouldn't see her again.
Anyway, that's how I ended up on her doorstep, wearing a pink bra, panties, and stockings beneath my grey track suit.
As I stood there, waiting for her to answer, I looked around myself and sighed in relief. I had been afraid she would turn out to be some deviant living in the slums, but this was a very nice, very secure neighbourhood.
"Yes?"
Startled, I spun around to confront my Mistress. She was gorgeous! About 5'9 in bare feet, she had long red hair, bright green eyes, and a voluptuous figure. Her face showed very little makeup, but what was there highlighted her features perfectly. Why she would need to resort to a personal ad was beyond me.
"Ah, hi." Swallowing loudly, I remembered our letters and how I was supposed to address her. Kneeling upon the cold, concrete porch, I bowed my head and whispered "Your pardon, Mistress. A slave offers you his humble greetings."
"Is that all?"
Her voice was soft and very feminine, but a bit cold. For some reason, that turned me on. My mind spinning desperately, I tried to remember what else I was supposed to say. "I beg your forgiveness, Mistress. I also offer myself into your control, to do with as you will."
"Hmm." Her lips pursed in thought, she regarded me with her incredible eyes. "Very well," she said at last. "First, get rid of that ridiculous outfit." When I hesitated, she barked "Now."
"Now, Mistress?" My face red with embarrassment, I looked around to see if anyone was watching.
"Now." Reaching down, she grabbed my head and firmly turned my gaze back upon her feet. "Only my wishes, my opinions, my attention should concern you," she admonished. "The rest of the world does not matter. Now, do as I say, or leave."
I couldn't chicken out this early. Experiencing a guilty thrill as I undressed, I stripped down to the frilly underthings she had commanded I wear. "Please, Mistress," I begged, "Forgive a sissy's delay."
As I undressed, she took my tracksuit, shoes, and socks and placed them in a garbage bag. Handing me the bag, she commanded "Put this trash where it belongs. A proper sissy should be ashamed to own such drab masculine clothing."
The sixty feet to the end of the driveway and back was the longest walk of my life. Even dressed in my frilly pink lingerie, I knew that I still looked every bit the man. My hair, my face, my build - they all screamed out to the world that I was a man. Even assuming you could overlook all that, the erection poking up past the waistband of my panties was a dead giveaway. Hurrying across the black asphalt, I couldn't help but feel that the entire neighbourhood was watching.
"Awful, truly awful," Mistress complained upon my return. "You will soon learn that there is more to being a sissy than just looking the part." Leading me inside, she shut the door, locking it behind us. For some reason, that quiet little 'click' drove home my predicament more than anything else.
"A sissy bids good morning, Mistress." Not yet used to my restraints, I had to concentrate very hard on not spilling the Mistress' breakfast. She had bound my ankles together with a thin strip of pink nylon, leaving just six inches of slack between them. As soon as I learned to sway my hips in time with my steps, my walk would become not only more feminine, but more comfortable as well.
Sitting up, Mistress settled into the padded headboard of her luxurious bed. As she pulled upon the golden rope to her right, the silk screening lifted away, allowing me access. Laying the tray over her thighs, I was very careful not to touch. I had learned that lesson during my first five minutes. Afraid that I had displeased her with my hesitations outside, I had tried to kiss her feet in apology. Furious, she had slammed me to the floor, digging her stiletto heel into the small of my back. She made sure I knew exactly how I had displeased her, then administered ten hard slaps across my pantied ass.
"Mmm . . ." Savouring the scrambled eggs, toast and coffee, she nodded slowly. "Adequate, my sissy, adequate."
That was the first praise I had received from her in two days. Glowing with pride, I lowered my head and replied "Thank you, Mistress. A sissy is pleased to have served well."
Finishing her breakfast, Mistress motioned for me to take the rest away. "As soon as you have finished with your morning chores, run me a bath and then report back here." Calling me back from the door, she warned "Be quick about it."
"Yes, Mistress." A little concerned with how quickly (and easily) I had taken to my new role, I bowed low and backed out of the room. Up to now, my submission had involved nothing more than wearing lingerie while doing housework. It carried a certain thrill, sure, but I had imagined so much more. Oh well, it had only been two days, and I'm sure she only wanted to be sure I could serve before investing any time in my transformation.
As I helped her into the soft, plush, black velvet robe, Mistress commented "Your progress has been satisfactory, my sissy." Tying the robe closed herself, she began to turn, signalling that I should prostrate myself before her. "You humble yourself automatically," she smiled. "I like that."
"A sissy finds it only natural, Mistress. To do otherwise would be to offend." Kneeling, naked, on the cold damp tiles, I meant every word of it. As new as I was to the game of submission, I could recognize instinctively that she commanded such subservience.
"That is appropriate." Wrapping a towel around her gorgeous tresses, she told me "Empty the tub and prepare another bath. It is time to coax your sissy from your closet."
Excited, I moved swiftly to comply.
"Hold that thought," she whispered. Considering the matter for a moment, she amended "My dirty bathwater may be more than you deserve, but perhaps you'll be able to absorb some femininity from it. Add some hot water and bubbles only."
"Yes, Mistress. A sissy is honoured and pleased to share." Again, I spoke the truth. The idea of languishing in the water that had so recently caressed her most intimate parts excited me greatly. So much so, I had to hide my erection against the side of the tub as I followed her instructions.
Ten minutes later, I was the one lying in the tub, being attended to by the Mistress. Having temporarily removed the bonds from my feet, she lathered me up with a woman's shaving cream. The feel of her hands running up and down my legs felt fantastic, and I found myself unable to control my erection.
Signing, Mistress roughly brushed my cock aside as she continued lathering me up. "Worry not, my sissy," she told me. "Before long, that masculine obscenity will be but a memory."
Once she had me lathered up, Mistress quickly and efficiently proceeded to shave me with a series of ladies' razors. For some reason, I found myself ashamed that my hair was so thick and coarse, forcing her to go through so many razors.
"A sissy apologizes for ruining the Mistress' razors," I pouted.
"Fear not, my sissy," she assured me. "Before long, you will not have that problem." What that meant, I had no idea, but rather than being frightened, I was excited by the mystery.
Once she had shaved my legs clean, the Mistress also shaved around my cock (including a delicate dance across my sac), my arms and underarms, my chest and my face. By the time she was done, the only hair I had left was on top of my head. She had even shaved off my eyebrows, which should have bothered me, but didn't.
"There," she smiled, "Doesn't the sissy feel better to be relieved off all that disgusting man-hair?"
"Yes, Mistress. A sissy thanks you for making it possible."
Mistress just nodded, as if my gratitude was completely expected. Now that I had been shaved, she washed me down with the same sweet-smelling liquid soap I had used upon her. Not only did it smell great, but it felt great too. I swear I could feel my skin tingling beneath it, and I loved the sensation.
"There we are, my sissy," Mistress smiled as she helped me out of the tub. "Soon your skin will be as smooth and hairless as my own." Gently patting me dry, she assured me "Already I can see a difference, although it is only a hint of things to come."
She was right. Maybe it was just the strangeness of being hairless for the first time since puberty, but I thought I looked more feminine already. And, when I stole a quick caress of my leg, I shivered in delight, feeling more feminine as well. Until responding to her ad, I'd only entertained the very rare, very tame, fantasy about such a transformation. Now, here I was, thoroughly enjoying it. As Mistress led me into my bedroom, my only regret was that I had waited so long to enjoy this strange new world.
Later that day, shaved and cleaned, with my face freshly made- up and a long, blonde feminine wig upon my head, Mistress presented me with my uniform. First was a pair of skin-tight, flesh-coloured, latex panties with an unusual pocket in the crotch. As I quickly learned, that pocket was to hold my limp penis, effectively hiding the most glaring evidence of my masculinity.
Next came a pair of prosthetic breasts set in what I can only describe as kind of halter-top. It came down over my head, with holes on the side for my arms, and fit tightly around my chest. Under all but the closest scrutiny, it would look like the breasts were my own.
"They are an unfortunate necessity," Mistress lamented, "But soon, my sissy, you will have breasts of your very own."
Next came a matching powder blue bra and panties, followed by a pair of white fishnet stockings. Over top went a french maid's outfit, fashioned out of fluorescent pink rubber, the skirt of which was obscenely short. To top it off, Mistress tied a white lace apron around my waist and helped me into my white pumps. The heels were only a half-inch high, but she assured me that their height would increase as my talents improved. For now, I still had to wear the nylon strip keeping my feet together.
"There, my pretty," Mistress smiled. "What does the sissy think?"
Staring at my reflection in the mirror, I couldn't believe it was me. Not only did I look very feminine, I felt it as well. They say that clothes make the man, and I can assure you that the same certainly goes for the sissy. "Mistress," I gasped, "A sissy . . . doesn't know what to say." Turning and posing for the mirror, I giggled "Sissy loves what Mistress has done." Dressed as I was, the girlish giggle just came naturally to me.
"That is only natural, my sissy." Pleased, Mistress led me over to the couch, watching carefully to see how I manoeuvred in the heels. "Your walk is improving as well," she smiled.
"Thank you, Mistress."
Returning to the coldly feminine voice of authority I was used to, Mistress said "Before you are allowed to progress any further, I must lay out your duties and responsibilities." Counting off the points on her fingers, she explained "First, unless otherwise instructed, you shall be in uniform at all times. Second, when not serving me directly, you shall maintain this house as befits your Mistress. That includes cooking, cleaning, laundry, and so forth."
"Yes, Mistress," I replied when she stopped. "A sissy understands."
"Good. Thirdly, you shall always endeavour to maintain your femininity. Anything masculine in your appearance, mannerisms, or even thoughts shall be punished. Fourth, you shall avail yourself of any and all avenues to improve and expand your femininity."
Again, I sensed it was my turn to speak. "Of course, Mistress. A sissy recognizes that this is only natural."
Nodding, she continued. "Fifth, when serving my intimate sexual needs, you shall not become aroused without permission. You are here to please me, to serve me, and to satisfy me. Your pleasure does not concern me."
"A sissy's needs only the pleasure of knowing the Mistress is served." It was an automatic response, but I found myself meaning it. I had entered into this relationship craving sexual satisfaction, and here I was agreeing to forgo it. It made no sense but, inexplicably, I had no regrets.
"Sixth," Mistress continued, "You have no equals. Everyone is above you and deserving of your submission. I entertain guests on a regular basis, and you shall serve their needs as you would serve my own. If so commanded, you shall even serve the needs of those who serve my guests."
"A sissy understands, Mistress. Proper submission must by nature be absolute."
"Very observant, my sissy." Pleased, she continued. "Lastly, and most importantly, you shall obey me in all matters. As a sissy, you possess no will of your own. No matter what I command, you shall obey swiftly and to the best of your ability."
"Yes, Mistress." It was a big step to agree to this all- encompassing final rule, but as a sissy I had no choice. "A sissy exists only to serve and obey."
"Very good." Standing, Mistress stepped forward to hover over my kneeling form. "Now that you are aware of what is required, do you wish to serve? Do you wish to have the sissy inside you freed? Do you wish to renounce your old life forever?"
"Yes, Mistress, yes," I squealed in delight. Submitting totally, giving myself over to her in all ways was like a drug. She was offering freedom not only from my life, but from the world. Not longer would I have to worry about the menial concerns that had seen me sink into depression. I could now see that any other solution would have been only temporary. Deep inside me, I was meant to fulfil the role she was offering. "A sissy understands, fully, and for the first time. Without the Mistress, sissy is nothing."
"I am pleased." Smiling, Mistress bade me rise and follow her upstairs. Removing her bathrobe, she lay down upon the bed and said "Now that the sissy in you has been freed, it is time for the sissy to serve."
Yes! This was the moment I had been waiting for. Simply knowing that I was about to serve the Mistress' most intimate needs made me feel orgasmic. I knew now that, with the satisfaction I would take from my submission, I would have no need of sexual release.
"Want you are going to do, my sissy, is please me orally. You will lie between my legs and use your mouth to bring me to orgasm again and again and again." Holding up a hand to check my enthusiasm, she warned "You are to serve me in this manner until I tell you to stop. Even if I fall asleep, you are to continue. Understand?"
"Yes, Mistress, a sissy understands and is eager to obey."
"Very well." Spreading her legs wide, she ordered "Begin!"
I literally dove between her legs, my rubber maid's uniform sliding easily across the satin sheets. Scrambling up the mattress, I took a moment to inhale the intoxicating musk of her pussy before locking my lipsticked lips to her labia.
"Gently, gently," Mistress ordered. Slapping me away, she scowled "You are not some rough, masculine brute. You are a submissive, feminine sissy. Act like it."
"Yes, Mistress. A sissy is sorry, Mistress."
"Continue."
This time, I forced myself to take my time and to prolong the experience for her. After all, she was all that mattered. It was my job to bring her slowly to orgasm, and only then to let loose my enthusiasm, not for myself, but to insure the intensity of the moment for her. I began by licking gently up and down the outside of her labia, using only the tip of my tongue. As her juices began to trickle deliciously into my mouth, I began kissing her lips, taking them between my own lips and gently massaging them with my tongue.
"Mmmm, much better, my sissy . . ."
By now her trickle had become a steady flow. Loving the taste, I knew I had to seek out the source, albeit gently. Transferring the caress of my tongue to the inside of her lips, I danced all around her hole, afraid of moving too fast. Surrounded by the heat of her sex, I forgot all else. The sounds, the tastes, the smells, they were all that mattered. They told me that the Mistress was pleased, and that was all the reward I required.
"Oooohhh, my sissy . . . you are a quick learner." Slipping her fingers into my hair, she pulled me close, urging "Deeper, my sissy, deeper. I want to feel you inside . . ."
I was only too happy to obey. Tracing an ever-shrinking series of circles around her pussy-hole, I waited for her to pull me close once again before penetrating that magnificent orifice. Opening my mouth wide in an obscene kiss, I plunged my eager tongue deep inside, tasting her pungent juices. A first, I just licked in and around, but before long was fucking her with my tongue. Alternately flattening it out and rolling it up, I plunged in and out, faster and faster.
When I sensed the Mistress was nearing her climax, I slowed, then removed my tongue to bathe her labia once again. I knew from my limited experience that the more times I could bring her to the brink, the more intense her eventual orgasm would be.
We must have gone on like this for close to an hour, although time no longer held any meaning for me. Trapped between her sweaty thighs, with my face buried in the delicate beauty of her sex, I was truly content. Knowing that my efforts were bringing the Mistress pleasure, I was pleased as well.
"E-e-enough," Mistress panted. "Do it, finish me off." Groaning, she tilted my head upwards, directing me towards the final prize.
Breathing heavily myself, I slowly removed my tongue from her hole and traced a wet, juicy path to her swollen clit. Amazed at the size, I kissed the tip softly before taking it between my lips. Alternately sucking and licking, I made her clit the centre of my entire universe.
"Oh . . . ohhh . . . unnggg . . . good, my sissy . . . soooo good." Her voice no better than a whimper now, Mistress was frantically bucking her hips up and down off the bed, fucking my mouth with her clit. At the same time, she had tightened her hold on my head, holding me close.
Sensing she was on the brink, I knew it was time to take her over the edge into bliss. Sucking her delicious little clit deep into my mouth, I covered my teeth with my lips and bit down softly. If her screech was any indication, she was enjoying it. Steadily increasing the pressure, I began roughly flicking the tip with my tongue.
"Oh - oh - oh . . . sissy sissy sissysissysissysissySISSY!" As Mistress exploded, she clamped her thighs tightly shut, as if she feared I would back away. Not a chance! Her orgasm was flooding my face with wave after wave of pussy juice, so much that I could easily imagine myself drowning in it. Nevertheless, I didn't let up until she finally collapsed, spent, upon the satin sheets.
"Is Mistress pleased?" I grinned, makeup smeared across my face.
"Mmm-hmm. Mistress is very pleased." Reaching down, she wiped a healthy dose of pussy juice from my chin, then licked her fingers clean.
"Mistress tastes divine," I smiled. "A sissy is fortunate."
"Yes, you are. Don't ever forget that." Sighing, she began playing with her magnificent tits as she commanded "Get back to work, my sissy. Mistress isn't done cumming yet."
With a grin, I dove back between her thighs, knowing that this time would be even better than the first. I now knew what she liked, plus I had a generous supply of her juices to clean from her lips as I began.
"Hey there, pretty thing. You must be the sissy I've heard so much about." Grinning, the tall, middle-aged gentleman slapped my ass and made sure to brush against my front as he passed. "Where is that wicked bitch of yours?"
His disrespectful comments made me angry, but I could not bring myself to correct a superior. Mistress deserved better, but it was not my place to tell either of them that. "Mistress," I said, with emphasis, "Is in the den."
Locking the door behind him, I ran quickly after our guest, proud of the fact that the sexy, feminine walk was my own. Mistress had removed my bonds over a week ago, and I had just graduated to a two-inch heel that morning.
"Derek! So glad you could make it." As I stepped into the den, I saw Mistress embrace our guest affectionately. Clearly, they were well acquainted. "Have you met my sissy?" she asked, releasing him.
"Sure did, although she seemed to take offense at my calling you a wicked bitch." At that, the two of them shared a laugh.
"Ah, the truly devoted can be a hassle a times, but they do manage to make up for it in sooo many ways." Inviting him to join her on the sofa, Mistress told me "You may return to the kitchen, my sissy. I expect dinner to be ready, promptly, at 6:00."
"Of course, Mistress." Bowing, I backed out of the room, uneasy about Derek, but unable to do anything about it.
"Damn, that was one fine meal." Leaning back in his chair, Derek belched loudly.
"See, my sissy," Mistress smiled, "I wasn't lying about your culinary skills." Turning to our guest, she explained "Sissy was most concerned that her cooking would not please me. She had confidence in her other duties, but this one bothered her for some reason."
"Come here, pretty." Pushing his chair back, Derek motioned for me to sit in his lap. I was reluctant, but knew better than to refuse. I rarely gave Mistress cause to punish me, and for good reason. No two punishments were the same, and the fear of what she might come up with next was almost as great a deterrent as the punishments themselves.
"Did Master really enjoy sissy's cooking?" I asked.
"Sure did." As his rough hands caressed my stockinged thighs, I felt an unwelcome thrill at his touch. On the one hand, part of me was overjoyed that he saw me not as a costumed man, but a natural sissy. On the other hand, I couldn't completely make myself forget that I was just that - a man in a costume.
"A sissy is pleased."
Laughing, Derek shifted in his seat. Suddenly, I could feel his semi-erect cock beneath my ass. "You know, I never did see you eat a bite. What's the matter, ain't you hungry?"
"A sissy does not eat with those to whom she owes her submission," I explained. "A sissy is content to feed, alone, upon whatever remains after Mistress and Master have fed."
"Hmm, why don't we break that rule, just this once?" Squeezing my leg, he offered "I have a treat for you, complete with a creamy white filling." When my face reddened with embarrassment, both Mistress and guest laughed.
"Go ahead, sissy." Nodding, Mistress gave me permission to feast upon Derek's cock.
"But, Mistress . . ."
"Yes, my sissy?" Mistress was clearly toying with me.
"Sissy is sorry, Mistress, but she cannot."
I expected her to get angry with me and physically force me to perform. Instead, she simply pulled a piece of paper from the locket around her neck and handed it to Derek. "Derek, dear, would you kindly read that aloud?"
"Sure." Opening it, he read what I quickly remembered to be Mistress' personal ad.
"Read that last line again, please."
Enjoying the joke, Derek read "Bi curious preferred, but will adjust to suit."
"Is that not the ad to which you responded?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"And did you read it fully?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Then what is the problem?"
I was beginning to suspect I had misread that fateful line. "Mistress, a sissy begs your pardon, but sissy does not fit bi curious."
"Very well," Mistress grinned mischievously, "Then I will have to adjust you to suit. Understand?"
I suddenly wanted to be anywhere but in that room. After a long month in the Mistress' clutches returning to my old life seemed impossible, but I couldn't go through with this. I had chosen her fantasy on a whim and was now ready to chicken out. "Yes, Mistress, but sissy -"
"Enough!" Throwing down her napkin, Mistress stormed across the room. "Kneel, now!" My training was such that by the time I thought of refusing, it was too late. "Are you my sissy?"
"Yes, Mistress, but-"
"A simple yes or no will do." Her voice was colder and harsher than ever before and that frightened me. What frightened me even more was the amused expression on the face of our guest as he unzipped his pants and idly stroked his swollen member. "Did you not agree to the duties and responsibilities laid out for you?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Including the duty of serving my guests?"
"Yes, Mistress." Again, I had misinterpreted a crucial command. I had foolishly assumed domestic and sexual service to be separate issues. For the sake of a single question, I had placed myself in a dangerous situation.
"Then, my sissy, you will serve my guests!" Grabbing the back of my head, Mistress roughly turned it aside and forced me down upon Derek's cock. Straddling my back, she used both hands to hold me in position. "Suck it, sissy! Suck!"
"Here, let me help." Grinning, Derek leaned forward and pinched my nose, cutting off my air. "You start sucking like a good little sissy, and I'll let you breathe. Got it?"
I resisted as long as I could, but my body stubbornly refused to pass out. Instead, before I even realized what I was doing, I found myself sucking timidly on his cock.
"See that wasn't so hard, was it?" Releasing my nose, he warned "Don't make me do that again."
"Come on, my sissy," Mistress urged, "You can do better than that." Bracing her hands upon either side of my head, she began forcing me to bob up and down on our guest's cock. "Remember back to when you were a man. Remember the blowjobs girlfriends gave you. Remember how much you enjoyed it."
Before I could help it, I was indeed recalling those magical moments. Not only remembering them, but becoming aroused by them as well.
"Now, my sissy, you are the girlfriend. You are giving the blowjob. Show your Master how much you learned."
When I refused to take any kind of initiative, Mistress sighed. "You bring this upon yourself, my sissy." Still directing my cock-sucking efforts, she pulled my legs back so that I was on all fours instead of kneeling. Then, using the edge of the table for leverage, she placed her stiletto heels against my balls and pushed.
"Mmmnhhhggg!" I tried to cry out in pain, but Derek's cock was filling my mouth. Help as I was, there was no relief, and I couldn't even bite my lip to hold back the tears.
"Didn't enjoy that, did you?" Releasing the pressure slightly, Mistress warned "Every time I have to correct your cocksucking technique, I will press just a little bit harder."
"Trust me," Derek grimaced, "You don't have nearly as many chances as you think. Your Mistress knows just how and just where to press."
Brave, stupid and stubborn, I continued to refuse. However, it only took three increases in the stabbing pressure to break that resistance. Deciding the shame before me was preferable to the agony behind me, I gave in and began to suck. First, I just relaxed the cheeks I had been trying to keep away from his salty flesh and allowed them to form a proper vacuum.
"Ah, there she's got it," Derek sighed. "Good pressure too."
Surrendering fully to my role as sissy, I tried to draw strength from his pleasure. After all, he was my Master, and pleasing him should have been bringing me pleasure. Still helped along by Mistress' guiding hands, I began switching between blowing and sucking, extending a hesitant tongue to lick the bottom of his shaft.
"Oooh, a quick learner, your sissy."
"I suspected as much," Mistress agreed. Leaning over to whisper in my ear, she told me "Master is enjoying it. Are you enjoying it?" It was then that she said the magic words: "Mistress is enjoying it, but Mistress would enjoy it more if her sissy were enjoying it."
For some reason, that got through to me. It broke through all the layers of shame and disgust I had been brought up to feel, fully releasing the sissy she had nurtured inside of me. For that submissive sissy, pleasing Mistress overrode all other considerations. Nothing else mattered so long as she was satisfied. It made no rational sense - not to mention, it scared the hell out of me - but she commanded a submission that was automatic, almost instinctive.
Thinking only of Mistress' desires, I took a deep breath and turned my reluctant suck-and-blow action into a full-fledged blowjob. Smiling up at Master with my eyes, I began moving independent of Mistress' grasp, sucking and licking all around his swollen cock. For the first time I really felt him inside of me, and I could see why so many girls enjoyed it. His cock felt warm and soft against the top of my mouth, but hard against my probing tongue. In addition, I could feel the texture of his flesh, and the individual veins beneath it. This was a living thing in my mouth, and it was responding to me.
"Oh, shit . . ." Groaning, he told Mistress "I don't think she needs your help anymore."
Whether Mistress smiled or just nodded, I don't know, but seconds after releasing me she was crouched down beside my bobbing head. "Mmm, tastes good, doesn't it, my sissy?"
As if her question had triggered something inside me, I suddenly realized that there was a taste to this foreign flesh. It tasted of sweat and musk, much like Mistress' pussy, but was far more subtle. There was also another, slightly nutty taste that I could just barely discern. Momentarily releasing his cock, I smiled at Mistress and leaned down to nuzzle Master's balls.
"Mmm, Mistress is pleased with her sissy's progress." Nibbling on my earlobe, she whispered soft advice to me. "Yes, sissy, lick his balls . . . Mmm, that's right . . . Now, take one in your mouth and roll it around . . . Very good . . . Take them both, my sissy, swallow your Master's balls . . ."
With Mistress beside me and her words of encouragement to aid my efforts, I was really beginning to enjoy this. Master's balls had an altogether different taste and feel from the rest of his cock, and I found the combination of his soft, fragile sac and coarse pubic hairs intoxicating. "Would Mistress like a taste?" I asked.
"No, my sissy, this time he's all yours."
Starting at the base of his cock, I licked my way up his shaft, leaving a sloppy trail of saliva in my wake. I repeated this treatment all around his cock, then allowed my tongue to swirl around his purple, swollen head. Here, the nutty taste was far more distinct, and I now knew that it was his pre-cum I was tasting. While I neither liked nor disliked the taste, I found myself growing curious about his real cum. It kind of whetted my appetite and, suddenly, I wanted to taste it, and I wanted to taste it soon.
Kissing the head of his cock, I formed a small circle with my lips and slowly slid down his throbbing member. Then, remembering a trick one of my first girlfriends had used to drive me wild, I allowed my teeth to lightly scrape along him as I bobbed back up.
"Oh, shit . . ." Almost panting, Master apologized "I'm sorry, but I can't hold back any longer."
"No worries, dear." Straddling my shoulders, Mistress held me steady as she told Derek "Fuck her mouth. Remind her who's in control as you flood her sissy mouth with your cum." Breathing heavily herself now, she urged "I want you to do it! I want to watch the sissy's reaction as she gets her first taste of cum!"
At the first mention of swallowing his seed, I had grown nervous However, now that I knew Mistress would enjoy it, I had no choice but to enjoy it as well. My pleasure was tied forever to hers, and I found the freedom from responsibility intoxicating. Eyes wide, I looked up at Master while he fucked my mouth, finding I enjoyed the feel of being used with such total disregard for my wishes or feelings.
"Nggghhh . . . arggghhh . . . here . . . here it comes!"
Alarmed, Mistress cried "Suck, my sissy, suck but do not swallow!"
Why she had suddenly changed her mind, I didn't know, but as the first spurt of creamy cum splattered against the roof of my mouth, I knew only that I had to obey. Pulling back so that only the head of his cock was between my lips, I held him there with one hand while fondling his balls with the other.
Again and again I felt his hot, stinging jets of cum flood my mouth, painting my cheeks, tonsils, and tongue. It was a strong, salty-nutty taste, not unpleasant but nothing like Mistress' pussy juice. However, there was no denying how good, how dirty, how deliciously perverse if felt to have him exploding inside me. It was definitely something I could see myself taking a liking to and, while that bothered me a little, I didn't allow myself to dwell upon it.
Finally, Master's monster ejaculations sputtered to a halt, and I could feel his cock growing limp between my lips. It was an amazing sensation - knowing that I was responsible for the change - and I barely had time to suck the last few drops of semen out of it before it slipped away.
"Very, very good, my sissy!" Beaming with pride, Mistress told me "Open your pretty mouth and let your Master see your prize."
Nodding, I smiled up at Master and opened wide, being careful to keep my head tilted back. I couldn't see what I looked like - as much as I wished I could - but the sight obviously pleased him.
"Damn. If you ain't the prettiest little sissy . . ."
"Sissy . . ." Closing my mouth, I looked down in response to Mistress' call. "Now I would like a taste," she grinned.
I couldn't believe I was doing this, but I loved it. Locking lips with Mistress, we exchanged much more than just a passionate kiss. Our duelling tongues passed the healthy dollops of cum back and forth, each of us swallowing just a little bit at a time. As we finished the last of my prize and reluctantly broke our kiss, I felt an incredible shiver spread throughout my body.
"Ohhhhh . . ." Eyes closed, I arched my back in ecstasy, not understanding what was happening but enjoying every second of it.
"Is she alright?" Master asked.
"Yes, oh yes." Laughing, she explained "My sissy's having her first sissy orgasm!"
As the waves of pleasure finally subsided, I knew she was right. Slipping a hand beneath my rubber skirt, I could feel the dampness between my legs. Even limp and trapped inside the pocket of my panties, my cock had ejaculated, and without any direct stimulation. I instinctively knew that it was the pleasure of pleasing my superiors, the joy of submission, and the utter helplessness of being at Mistress' command that had triggered my orgasm. A sissy orgasm, indeed!
"Did you enjoy that, my sissy?" Mistress asked.
"Oh, yes, Mistress." Realizing what I had said, I lowered my head and asked "Is that wrong of me, Mistress?"
"You took pleasure in your submission, my sissy. That can never be wrong." Embracing me, she told me "I am so proud of you."
"As am I." Sliding down from the chair, Master put an arm around both of us. "Shall I tell her, or shall you?"
"Why don't you tell her," Mistress replied. "Let our pretty sissy know who she has to thank."
Confused, I could only look between the two of them, not knowing what to expect.
"Well, sissy, your Mistress and I are husband and wife. As of this moment, you are no longer just her sissy. You are our sissy."
"Thank you, Master. A sissy is pleased to be found worthy."
"Shh, my pretty sissy," Mistress hissed softly. "There's more."
"Yes, sissy. You see, I am a doctor. Not just a doctor, but a plastic surgeon." Waving an arm around the room, he explained "That is how we afford all this." With a smile, he added "And it is also how we can afford to bring out the sissy inside you. Bring her all the way out."
"You mean?" A little scared and a lot excited, I looked to Mistress for confirmation.
"Didn't I promise you that your manhood would soon be a memory? Didn't I promise you breasts of your own? Master can do all that. And more."
I knew right away that I faced the biggest decision of my life. As hard as it may have been to return to my normal life, I could still back out and keep what I had. Of course, I would be losing an awful lot too. However, if I decided to stay, there would be no going back.
"Well, sissy, what do you say?" Master asked as he rose to his feet.
Joining her husband, Mistress asked "Are you our precious sissy, or am I mistaken?"
In the end, it was an easy decision. Smiling, I knelt before them, my head bowed low. "Sissy loves her Mistress and her Master." No matter what, she would always come first. "A sissy humbly begs to be allowed to stay. A sissy wishes to become everything she can be. A sissy is now, and shall always be, yours to do with as you will."
Mistress smiled. Master nodded. I had another sissy orgasm. ********************************** Comments? Feedback? Just wanna share your fantasies? Send 'em to:
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