How I Finally Became The Sissy I was born to Be - Chapter 3
College/Owned by Frank
It was amazing to me how my life changed so much in such a short period of time. I was loving college and was loving being owned and controlled by Frank. I always felt safer and more secure when I belonged to a man. Now I thought that my 'men' in high school were masculine men - but compared to Frank, they were boys. Frank was such a masculine, muscular god-like man...I was thrilled just to be in his presence. His body was a work of art and his cock was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. When I was in class, I thought about it. At night, I dreamed about it. And I loved having it in my mouth - and especially in my pussy! And Frank didn't just fuck me - he made love to me! Everytime he did, I had a glorious orgasm...sometimes two! It was more addictive to me than cocaine.
Nothing was routine about my life with Frank, but we settled into sort of a routine. I dressed fully every day - including wig, makeup and heels. I always wore a butt plug, except to bathe, and when Frank took it out to fuck me. I also always wore a clitty cage - unless Frank took it off. I didn't mind, though, because I no longer had any need or desire to masturbate, because Frank fucked me daily, so I was having orgasms at least once a day. Sometimes Frank took off my clitty cage to lick and suck my clitty, and when he did, it would make me scream!
Very soon, Frank began to train me in ways that only he could know about. Regular rimming and fisting were treats, certainly...but it was a special thrill and treat when Frank would spank and paddle me. Discipline helped keep me in my place for sure, but I loved it and looked forward to it. Soon Frank began to ratchet up my humiliation training. Frank designated a special stall for me in the men's room - one from which he had taken down the stall door. Because of my clitty cage and because I wasn't a real man - I could only sit to pee. So almost all the time when I peed or shit, there would always be some guy come by and watch. I showered in the communal shower in this "men's" dorm we lived in. I would walk to the shower room dressed and undress once I got there....always wearing my clitty cage and butt plug. I would remove my butt plug to wash both it and my pussy thoroughly. On one of the shower heads Frank installed a garden type hose that I could use to douche out my pussy. Of course, Frank would accompany and watch me.
Just as I was becoming accustomed to this routine, Frank cranked my humiliation training up a notch and began to let other athletes who lived in the dorm watch with him. Then the other men began to shower at the same time. There was a constant stream of comments which helped me stayed submissive and humiliated. Of course, no other man compared to Frank - but the dorm was full of many over-powering specimens of manhood, and when they would shower at the same time as me, my clitty would twitch.
One day soon after, when my shower routine was complete and I had douched out thoroughly, I went back to the room and dressed fully and re-applied my makeup. Frank came into our room with two guys who had just seen me in the shower. "Shawna", he said, "give these men blow jobs". I was scared and excited, but joyfully complied. After I sucked both men to completion and swallowed their cum, Frank patted me on the head and said, "good girl". Then he took out one of his favorite paddles with holes drilled in it and told me to bend over and grab my ankles. "You're getting 10 licks for being a slut." And he paddled me hard while the two men watched. When he finished, as I cried openly, he again patted me on the head and told me I was a good girl. "Us men are going out...you stay here and have the room clean and my laundry done when I get back." My ass hurt as well as my pride - I felt humiliated. I also felt very submissive and feminine - and very lucky and happy to belong to Frank.
Frank soon began to share me with men in the dorm for blow jobs as well as them fucking me. I was constantly kept in my place and humiliated - and I loved it. Of course, none of them were like Frank, and he still fucked me at least once a day. One evening after dinner, Frank said we were going out for drinks. Bars had always been scary places for me as a crossdresser - because being found out meant getting beat up or worse. But I felt safe to go anywhere with Frank. When we arrived, Frank told me to sit by myself at the bar. He watched from across the room. He told me to accept a drink from any guy who offered and dance with any guy who asked. And I was not to let them know in any way that I was a "gurl". I told Frank I was scared because if a straight guy did anything with me and found out, I might be in danger. He assured me he would let nothing happen.
Very soon, I was getting drinks from several men. One very aggressive guy asked me to dance, and as we began, he immediately started french kissing me. His hands roamed all over my back side and up my skirt. He pulled me to a corner booth and sat me on his lap, where he pulled out his cock and pushed me down onto it. I knelt on the floor and sucked him to completion and swallowed his cum. He was done and immediately got up and left. This was repeated two more times before Frank came and got me to go home. When we got to the dorm, we went into the common room where 15 or 20 guys were gathered. Frank went and got his special paddle and bent me over a chair. He paddled and humiliated me for being a slut. Twenty licks was more than he had ever given me before and I was sobbing uncontrollably...then he patted me on the head and led me to our room - where he fucked me into oblivion and orgasmed twice! As we fell asleep with him spooning me, I felt happy and fulfilled.
Frank soon introduced me to the next stage of my training. He entered me in some drag shows. I was nervous at first, but really began to get into it. After I had danced drag a few weekends, Frank told me there was a special drag show that Saturday night. it was at a huge bar and hundreds of men would be there. I was about the 3rd or 4th gurl to dance and as I went out on the stage I almost froze in terror and humiliation! My step-father and two step-brothers were sitting with Frank on the first row! I can't even put into words how how scared and humiliated I felt. I don't know how I even got through my dance number, but after it was over Frank took me back to a private room. Sitting there was my step-father and two step-brothers, who immediately started laughing and hurling insults. My step-father told me he had taken plenty of pictures to show my mother. He also told me that from the time when he first married my mother he was ashamed of me. "No wonder your real father took off", he said, " he couldn't deal with a faggot for a son". He said he knew from the beginning that I was not and never would be a real man and that now that I belonged to Frank, I could never come back to his house. He told me he thought I seemed happy and finally found my 'niche' in life. I thought we were through, but then one of my step-brothers pulled me down onto his lap and began to kiss and fondle my panty area. Before long, he had pulled out his cock and was pushing my face toward it...so I sucked off my step brother. After just one minute, I felt my pantyhose and panties being pulled down...my other step=brother was trying to fuck me! He tried to push in and stopped, saying, "What the fuck?!?". Frank stepped in and roughly pulled out my butt plug. I felt my step-brother enter me and heard my step-father saying how much of a faggot I was. No real man would do that! So I was servicing both at once while my father filmed the whole thing. We're gonna show this to all your cousins and uncles so they know how much of a faggot you are.
Frank told me to get dressed and took me back to our dorm. He told me that now I had no one else but him...I should remember that. When we got to our room, he again paddled me for being a slut. This time though, between licks, he would fondled my clitty and ass. As he whacked my ass, I orgasmed. "See", he said, "this shows how much you love your punishment". We crawled into bed and he fucked me until I orgasmed a 2nd time. Then he had me suck his beautiful cock until he got hard again...I continued sucking until he shot his glorious cum in my mouth. Not through yet, he had me continue to suck until he was hard again...then he fucked me again. Long and glorious, it lasted about 45 minutes and as he was about to shoot his 3rd wad, I also came to orgasm a 3rd time....wave after wave of pleasure almost too intense to bear. He filled up my insides while I leaked sissy juice out of my clitty cage...we lay there...him spooning me and still inside of me...even semi=hard, he was still huge. I was happy and fulfilled...having found my 'niche' in life.
On Wednesday, March 8, 2023 at 11:29:05 AM CST, Shawn Fargerson gsfargerson@yahoo.com wrote:
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How I Finally Became the Sissy I Was born To Be
"College"
After that first night in the pool house when I was initiated by my men, I serviced them often. I came to thrive in my role as a "sissy, faggot, bottom bitch". My men helped me learn how to serve them better and I became more feminine and submissive as the months moved on. I craved their attention and approval....even though the attention was purely for their sexual pleasure. Sometimes one or more of my men would spend extra time feminizing and humiliating me and I came to love them for it. As I said, I was good in school, so my life with them came to an abrupt halt. I graduated early - half way through our senior year, and I moved away to college on a music scholarship.
I arrived at Northern State University in January-having just turned 18 and moved into the music dorm. My roommate - and most of the other music majors were sissies like me. I enjoyed living with them and engaging in girl talk, but never had sex because I was drawn only to masculine men. So I continued to dress in my sexy lingerie while I wore boi clothes on the outside. I usually wore a chastity/clitty cage, butt plug, panties, pantyhose and a camisole. One day in February I was entering the music practice rooms, when someone across the hall spoke to me. Because I jumped, he said, "sorry baby, I didn't mean to scare you". I had seen Frank around campus - a black god with a muscular, perfect body - but didn't think I would ever be able to speak to him. He was not a music major - he was a kinesiology major and was on the wrestling team. But he was a very talented singer and took voice lessons as an elective. He told me to join him in his practice room and I did...little knowing that the next chapter in my life was beginning.
As I entered his practice room, he shut and locked the door behind me. I looked around for a chair...Frank was sitting in the only one in the room. "Sit here on my lap", he said. Of course, I did and he immediately began kissing me. His strong, muscular hands began to run up and down my thighs, and he felt my chastity cage. He said that he knew from a mile away that I was a sissy and that he was pleased to find that my clitty was locked up. As his tongue pushed deeper in my mouth and his hands roamed freely around my body, I began to thrill to his touch. My face flushed and my whole body became warm. He abruptly stood up and told me he wanted to show me his dorm room. I obediently followed him and as we walked across campus, he held my hand and put his arm around me. I was accustomed to leering, knowing looks and didn't pay any attention.
Suprisingly, he took me into the athletic dorm and led me to his room. He had no roommate so we were alone. He told me to undress, which I was happy to do. As I stood before him wearing only lingerie, he smiled and told me he had found his new 'girl'. I learned long ago not to question a man, so I just smiled. He asked my name and I told him my name was Shawn. "Not anymore", he said, "your name from now on is Shawna". I was so excited to be "owned" by this muscular, masculine god of a man. Another surprise- he had outfits in his closet and pulled out several things in my size. I put on a bra, exchanged the camisole for a slip and put on a dress. He then took out a case and applied makeup...finishing up with a wig and 4 inch heels. I looked in the mirror and was shocked to see a woman! "Damn Shawna, you are so hot and sexy!" I glowed as the focus of his attention. But the next thing out of his mouth scared me shitless.
"Let's go for a walk", he said. Now, I had dressed for my high school men, but had never gone out in public. At this point, I had no choice but to obey. So he took me by the hand and led me into the hallway. As we exited the building, we passed another resident of the dorm...a massive, muscular football player named Jon David. He introduced me as his girl Shawna and I blushed and looked down at the ground. He lifted my chin and told me to look up and smile at Jon David. As we continued to walk, he told me to never be ashamed of the woman I was...always look up and make eye contact with people. I was Frank's girl and I should be proud and happy.
We entered the dining hall which was filled with hundreds of people...some of which were music majors that I knew. I'm not sure if they recognized me or not. Frank introduced me to several of his athlete buddies as his new girl Shawna. They all responded with grins and knowing looks. We sat down to eat....he had a meal of baked chicken and vegetables, but brought me a garden salad. I felt like I was in another world...what was happening to me? As we started to leave, we passed the Dean of the School of Music. He told the Dean I was his new girl and that we were on our way to his office.
We then went to the music building and to the Dean's office. The Dean evidently knew Frank and didn't seem surprised. He told the Dean I was offically changing my name and gender with the school and was now known as Shawna. The Dean entered some information in the computer and in just a few minutes, the University now had me registered as a female named Shawna. Our next stop was the housing office where Frank had them transfer me out of my current room and into his as his new 'roommate'. This was crazy! How could my whole life change so drastically in just a few short hours? As we walked back towards Frank's dorm (now 'our' dorm), I thought about what had just happened. I left my room this morning as a (sissy) boi named Shawn and by Noon, was officially recognized as a girl and was living with my new man Frank.
When we arrived at 'our' dorm, Frank introduced me to few other jocks that lived in the dorm....each responding with a grin and a knowing look. As we got into our room, Frank immediately took me in his arms and began to kiss me deeply. I thrilled to his touch and responded to him in a totally submissive, feminine manner. I was really a woman! As he began to undress me I realized that I now 'belonged' to this beautiful massive god of a man...my residence had changed, my name and gender had changed and I had not yet been with him or even seen him naked. He removed my clothes little by little and started to strip himself. His arms were massive and chest very cut and muscular. When he removed his pants and stood in only his underwear, I became a bit scared because his bulge was so big I didn't know if I could handle it. I was standing before him wearing my wig, heels, makeup, panties, pantyhose and bra...feeling so vulnerable and feminine. He picked me up and laid me on his bed...my body tingled at his touch. He continued to kiss me and then took off his underwear. Damn! I had never seen a cock like his....beautifully black, cut, thick and nine inches long.
He expertly guided my head to his beautiful manhood. I licked and sucked around the head and began to take it in my mouth - as much as I could...licking and sucking. He began to move in and out, fucking my my throat. He then took my heels, pantyhose and panties off...as he continued to kiss me, he reached down and pulled out my butt plug in one swift movement. As I gasped, he stuck his tongue further down my throat. We continued to kiss and I wrapped my legs around him. He entered me slowly and gently pushed his entire nine inches into my pussy. Slowly at first, then faster he pumped his manhood in and out, in and out. I was still wearing my cage, and my clitty was tingling. I began to feel the warmth all over as he fucked my prostate. He began to moan....as he filled me completely, I was moaning like a bitch....faster and faster, the pleasure overtook my whole body...I was wracked by wave after wave of glorious orgasm.....then he exploded into me...six, seven, eight times he shot his love juice into me...filling up my insides. We remained motionless for a few minutes and then he pulled out. When he did, his seed began to ooze out of my boi pussy and mingle with the sissy juice which was dripping out of my clitty cage. We lay there...breathing heavy....I was glowing all over.....held by him...feeling like the woman I had always known I was.