Sissy Cunt's New Life – Part 1
The plane finally touched down in Cape Town. It pulled to the gate, and the tone sounded, signaling that we could stand and take their luggage from the overhead. Grabbing my purse, i slung it over my shoulder and stood, stepping out into the aisle. i ignored the disapproving stares of the other passengers, my face turning bright red. They could clearly see the business cards, condoms and make up through transparent sides of my bright pink purse. i still think Master only makes me carry the condoms for the added humiliation. He has told me that i would get fifty strokes from his cane if He ever caught me insisting that one of the men i serviced used one.
i think what really set a lot of them off was the dildo. Master made me carry that just for added humiliation. When the TSA agent, a cute girl in her early twenties, had asked me why i had that in my purse, i replied exactly as Master had instructed me.
"Because it is a long flight, and this sissy is a cock-addicted whore," i had told the stunned girl, referring to myself in the third-person as Master has instructed me to do. One of His first instructions was to prohibit me from referring to myself in the first person or by anything that would denote a male, as it would hinder me in accepting that i was merely a sissy slave that had no other purpose but to be a sissy sex slave for Master and other Real Men. i continued, "If sissy starts to go through withdrawal, she can take her dildo to the bathroom and fuck herself with it."
The agent had called her supervisor over and discussed it with her. i thought for sure that they were going to pull me out of line and not let me board the plane, but eventually, i had cleared security and was on my way to my new life as Master H's slave.
Despite my embarrassment, i held my head up. Master has trained me to act proud of my sissy status, and to never try to hide or deny it. i still get embarrassed though, when i'm dressed out in public like i am now. Like everything else in my life, Master decided what i would wear and how i would look on my trip to slavery. i was wearing red vinyl hot pants and a pink frilly governess blouse, with lace down the middle of the front and the cuffs of the sleeve. The rest of the blouse was sheer, so that my red bra was clearly visible underneath. my legs were adorned in white stockings with red hearts all over them. The lace tops were held up by garters ... or suspenders, as i would now have to get used to calling them. My shoes were thigh high red vinyl boots that one would expect a common street hooker to wear. Around my collar was a pink leather dog collar covered in sparkling cubic zirconium. Long, dangly chandelier were clipped on to each ear. Master repeatedly denied my pleas to allow me to pierce my ears back home, insisting that i wait until i was in his possession. The same went for the tattoos and other piercings.
The most embarrassing thing about my outfit was my complete lack of hair on my head. i'm naturally bald and shave my head and Master had refused to allow me to wear my wig when travelling. He had told me that it was because i would need to be recognizable from the picture in my passport and it would raise suspicion if it looked like i was trying to fly in disguise. The fact that i would instantly be identified as a crossdressing sissy was undoubtedly an added benefit for Master.
Before i had left, Master made me go to the beauty salon. That trip had been indicative of the type of humiliation that Master concocted for me, while training me from across the ocean. He had ordered me to wear the most masculine clothes i had, so i chose a flannel shirt, jeans and work boots. When i had walked in, a Vietnamese woman had asked me what i wanted, and i told her everything Master had commanded that i get done. She looked at me in disbelief, asking in a thick accent if i was some kind of faggot or something.
"Yes, ma'am," i had said loudly enough so that everyone in the salon looked at me, knowing that Master would want me to debase myself by proclaiming to everyone in earshot my true nature. As i did, my sissy cock had strained against my panties, as it had occurred to me how lucky i was to have such an amazing Master who was willing to help me fulfill my destiny by transforming me into the sissy bimbo that i was always meant to me. my voice cracked little as i almost cried at the overwhelming gratitude i felt for my Master at that moment. "i am a total faggot that lives for cock. i want to become a sissy sex slave for my Master. He has promised to turn me into a transsexual bimbo whore, and i need your help. Please make me pretty for my Master, so He'll want to fuck me."
Scowling, she had taken me back to the chair, while admonishing me to keep my voice down. She sat me down and started the work i had asked her to do. The whole time, she was speaking in Vietnamese to this effeminate male technician who would occasionally look over and stare at me. Every time he did, i had looked at him, either biting my lower lip or wetting my lips with my tongue, because Master trained me to act like a wanton whore whenever a man shows the slightest interest in putting his cock into one of my holes.
Two hours later, my mani, pedi and makeover had been completed. my toenails had been painted a bright pink. my fingernails, along with the one-inch extensions that she had added. In addition to the pink polish, the fingernails each had a silver glitter letter, large enough to be instantly noticeable. The letters on the right hand spelled out s-i-s-s-y, and on the left was w-h-o-r-e. My eyebrows had been shaped into a high, thin and unmistakably feminine arch. The Vietnamese woman had applied heavy makeup. i didn't look like a street walker or a drag queen, but it was definitely a glamour look, with heavy foundation, bright pink lipstick, pink blush and blue eyeshadow. She had even put on a set of fake eyelashes with heavy mascara. When the woman had finished up, she had declared in a voice at least as loud as the one i had been chastised for using, "There you go, faggot. Nice and pretty for your Master."
By then, the male technician had wandered over and took my hands, examining his co-worker's handiwork. He looked up at me, his eyes filled with lust and had asked me, "Is it true, what your hands say?"
"Yes, sir," i had responded, my eyes cast down submissively. Master had trained me that when in the presence of any man, even feminine beta men like this one, i was to recognize their superiority over a stupid sissy cunt like me by only staring at their crotches. As i stared at his khakis, a small bulge started to form. i remember imaging that the man's crotch belong to my Master, and fantasizing about getting down on my knees and taking Master's magnificent manhood all the way down my throat, right there in the middle of the shop. Then, i had remembered something that had snapped out of my dream. Knowing Master hated whenever i missed an opportunity to tell someone, anyone, my status, i tried to give a little sissy giggle, then said, "This sissy is a whore who lives to be used by men for their pleasure."
He took my left hand and put it on his crotch. i could feel his semi-erect dick, and bit my lower lip. i remember hoping he the gesture as wanton lust, but in reality, i had done it to keep from laughing. His penis probably only got to about five inches erect, and it was thin, just a little larger around than a roll of quarters. Laughably inadequate compared to Master's wonderful cock. But i still had to respect him and submit to him, because Master had taught me my rightful place.
"You suck this," he had told me in broken English. i still don't know if it was a question or not. It didn't matter. Whether or not he meant it as one, it was never one in my mind. The slave contract i signed with Master expressly forbade me from ever refusing to service a male after he has propositioned me.
"Yes, sir," i had replied demurely. "This sissy cunt would love to suck your cock. Please shoot your cum into her whore mouth so that she can know what a real man's seed tastes like."
He grabbed me roughly by the arm and dragged me to the back office. The lady screamed something at him in Vietnamese, but he ignored it. He opened the office door and threw me in, then stepped inside, closing the door behind him and locking it.
"Strip, whore!" he said, undoing his leather belt and sliding it out of the loops. He folded it in two and swung it down hard on the desk. i jumped, and my clitty quivered, as the belt made a loud SMACK when it hit.
"Sir, this stupid cunt is grateful that you would use her as your jizz receptacle," i said as i started to unbutton my flannel shirt. "But may this sissy whore humbly ask you for two favors?"
"What?"
"First, sir, my Master loves to see me used like a common whore, humiliated and degraded," i took of the flannel, revealing my lacy black bra underneath. The man's eyes widened in surprise, but i couldn't figure out why. i had just had my brows feminized, make-up put on, and my nails done is an ultra-feminine way. Not to mention that i was about to suck his cock and, presumably, swallow his cum. The fact that i was wearing a bra shouldn't have been a shock. "If you could please record our encounter with my phone, it would make my Master very happy."
i handed him my Galaxy Note 8 in its glittery pink case, then quickly stripped out of my jeans, revealing a pair of black lace thong panties that matched the bra. While He still allowed me to wear male outer clothes very rarely, i hadn't been allowed male underwear since i began my training. The only reason i hadn't worn s stockings and suspenders was because i was getting a pedicure.
"This cunt's second request, sir," i continued as i dropped to my kneesin front of him. "Is that you please treat me like the worthless piece of fuckmeat that i am. This sissy whore begs you not to treat her with any respect whatsoever, but to use her for solely for your pleasure and to fulfill whatever perverted, twisted fantasies that you have."
An evil smile spread across the man's face as i made my request. i instantly knew that i had tapped the sadist in him, and that this would hurt, in more ways than one. i closed my eyes and my mind took me to later that night, when i would share the video with Master, and tell him about the encounter, blow for blow, as it were. my clitty jumped at imagining Master's pleasure at seeing His slave's debasement and abuse.
"I can do that, bitch. Be carefur what you wish ful," he said in his thick Asian accent. Then he stepped up and spit a giant glob of phlegm right on the center of my forehead. It ran down my face, ruining my makeup.
A hard smack on my ass brought me back to the present. The passengers in front of me had already walked half the length of the plane.
"Get moving, bitch," a gruff voice behind me said. It was Turkish man that had been sitting in the window seat next to me. It had been just us two in the aisle on the final leg of my trip from Istanbul to Cape Town. He had spent the first two hours of the flight belittling me, calling me faggot, sissy, slut, and other names. He had questioned me in detail about why i love cock, and what i would do to his. At one point, one of the flight attendants, a rather frumpy middle aged woman, overheard and asked if the man was bothering me.
"No, ma'am," i had replied, knowing what Master would want me to say. As i said the words, i imagined Master sitting in the seat next to me, telling me what a good girl i was, and my clitty twitched at His imagined approval. "This sissy is a complete whore, and is grateful to have a Real Man to remind her of her place."
The flight attendant rolled her eyes in disgust and walked away. i felt the Turk's rough hand on the back of my neck, and my face was forced down into his crotch. Everything had gone black as the blanket covered my head.
The man continued to keep pace behind me as i walked up the aisle of the plane to the exit. The whole time, he was pinching my ass, telling me how good my mouth had felt on his cock, and describing the various ways he wanted to use me while he was still in town.
As i approached the front, i saw the flight attendant from earlier standing there greeting the exiting passengers. She saw me and nudged her crewmate, a stunning younger girl, no more than twenty-five. The younger beauty was exactly the type of woman i would have tried to fuck when i was pretending to be a man, and the sight of her made me feel a little sad at how pathetic i was. Then i remembered by Master had freed me from that lie, and i was now on my way to becoming the shemale bimbo whore that i was always meant to be.
i saw the older woman lean over and whisper something in the young girl's ear while pointing directly at me. The girl's eyes went wide, then she placed her hand over her mouth as she started to giggle. When i reached them, the older woman ignored me, looking past me and addressing the Turk. The younger girl, still giggling said to me, "Bye, sissy. I hope you get all the men you can handle while you're here."
"Thank you, ma'am," i said, my cheeks burning. "This sissy whore hopes so as well."
This caused the girl to burst out in hysterical laughter, while the older woman shook her head disapprovingly. As i stepped off the plane, i heard the girl tell the Turk what a nice sissy he had. i continued walking up the jetway toward the gate. As soon as i stepped out onto the concourse, i saw my Master standing there waiting for me.
i quickly minced over to Him, my arms straight down by my side, my palms horizontal to the ground. i smiled at my Owner.
"Greet me properly, cunt," He said as i stopped in front of Him. "Ten lashes with the belt when W/we get to the car for your lack of respect."
i immediately dropped to my knees in the middle of the airport. It was crowded, and the people passing by stared. i could hear them whispering, and occasionally, i could pick out a nasty word aimed in my direction. i didn't care. i prostrated myself before Master and placed a loving kiss on the tip of each of his boots, before returning to a kneeling position. i kept my gaze down at his feet, awaiting my next command.
"Good girl," He told me. "Now stand."
As i was standing, i heard the Turk speak from behind me. He asked Master, "Is this Your whore?"
Master informed him that i did, in fact belong to him. The Turk complimented Him on training such a good slut. He related some of the more salacious details of our time together during the flight, which caused Master to look over at me and smirk. Then the Turk asked if he could use me again while he was in town this coming week.
"We'll see," Master told the man. "You have her business card. Email her and we can try to set something up."
"I don't have her card," the Turk said, looking confused. i saw Master's face turn dark and i knew i had fucked up.
"Cunt," Master glared at me. "Did you not give this man one of your cards?"
"No, Master."
"And why not?"
"Because sissy whore is a stupid cunt," i replied with the only acceptable answer when i have failed to follow one of Master's commands. One of those was that i was to give one of my business cards to any man who used me or expressed an interest in doing so. i had gotten out of the habit of doing so back home, knowing i wouldn't be there for very long.
Reaching in my purse, i handed pulled out one of my cards and handed it to the Turk. He read the front, then flipped it over and read the back. Laughing, he shook his head, "You are one filthy faggot, sissy. I'll email you this week."
"That's another ten lashes for not passing out your cards, cunt," Master after the Turk had left.
i followed Master out to the parking lot. When W/we got to His car, He ordered me to strip off my blouse and my hot pants. i instantly complied, standing there in my pink bra, matching thong panties, suspenders, stockings and hooker boots.
"Bend over and put your hands on the hood of the car." i did and Master roughly kicked my legs apart. He spread my cheeks, smacking each one hard as He did. i heard the swish of Master taking off His belt and braced myself for what was about to come. This would be the first time Master punished me Himself, and i wanted to make Him proud of what i could take for Him.
The first blow landed on my ass with a loud smack and send fiery pain through my body. i exhaled sharply to keep from crying out. i hadn't expected it to hurt that much. i thought to myself once again that Master knew me better than i knew myself. The fact that i was surprised that an Alpha Male god like Master could hit that hard just shows that i am a stupid, braindead cunt, just like Master always tells me i am.
"One," i counted off. "Thank You for punishing this dumb sissy cunt, Master."
i counted each stroke and repeated my thanks for His discipline. By sixth blow, i was panting, struggling to speak. By the tenth, silent tears were streaming down my face. By the thirteenth stroke, they were no longer silent. i was sobbing uncontrollably, counting each blow and thanking Master, my voice breaking.
"Not bad, whore," Master said after the twentieth and final blow with his belt. He rubbed His hand over my brutalized ass, and i the heat from His palm aggravated the heat from my cheeks, causing them to burn more. "You will learn to take even more, and your clitty will dribble its juice from pleasure at the pain i will inflict. But right now, I think I will give you five more swats for being a little crybaby."
"Thank You, Master," i sobbed, knowing that begging Him not to would only add to the total. Besides, i knew that deep down, not only did i want Him to, but i needed Him to. That was why i had signed Master's slave contract, declaring myself His property for life. That was why i had abandoned my old life and everyone in it. Because Master saw what i was, and cared enough to treat me how i needed to be treated for me to reach my full potential as a sissy bimbo cumdump whore,
After five more whacks, complete with my counting and thanking Him for each one, Master pulled my thong aside. i felt Him remove my plug, and my sissy-pussy felt empty. i desperately hoped that Master would replace it with His cock and breed me, but i knew He wouldn't here.
"Kneel, cunt."
i immediately hit my knees right there in the parking lot. i was between Master's vehicle and the one next to it, so i knew no one would see me, unless they got up close.
"Look up at me, slut." i looked up into His eyes, and felt woozy from lust. He smiled at my ruined mascara, which had run down as i had sobbed during his onslaught. my clitty twitched at that, because i knew ruining a whore's makeup by causing her to cry was one of Master's favorite things. "Who does that ass i just beat belong to?"
"You, Master. This sissy cunt and everything she has belongs to You, body, mind and soul. Forever or until Master tires of sissy cunt."
"And why did I punish my whore?"
"Because she is a stupid cunt, Master. she forgot to immediately drop down and kiss Your feet when she saw You. And she forgot to pass out her cards advertising that she was a sissy whore for men's pleasure."
"Good bitch," Master said, patting my head like an obedient dog. He looked around to see if it was clear, then unzipped His pants. He pulled out His enormous uncut cock and held it immediately in front of His face. i could feel the heat from it and smell it's manly musk. i swooned as a sissygasm wracked my body. "Tell Me what my sissy whore wants, slave."
"Please, Master. i want Your cock," i said, unable to take my eyes off of it. i felt my cheeks flush and my clitty jump. my heart raced faster and i felt as if i would explode if i didn't taste Master's cock in the next few seconds. i repeated my mantra that i had typed out to Master every morning. i had heard it in one of my sissy hypno videos, and revised it a bit to relate specifically to Him before relating it to Him. He had approved, and it has been my sissy mission statement ever since.
Inhaling deeply through my nose in order to bask in Master's scent, i told Master what my life's mission as his slave was. "This cunt was born a stupid cunt. it is a simple piece of fuck meat. Unless it is serving Master, it is nothing. it is only filled with purpose when it is filled with Master's cock, or whatever other cock Master orders it to serve. Only its body is of value and it does not belong to it. it is only pretty when covered in Master's spit, cum and piss. it wants Master's dick in any of its holes at any time. it will not say "no". it is a stupid set of fuck holes. it exists solely for the amusement and entertainment of Master. it is a nasty, trashy fuckslut. it will expose itself whenever and wherever it is told to. it is a receptacle for Master's jizz. it is a cumdumpster. it needs to be bathed and filled with Master's spunk. it needs Master to fill it with cock. it will follow Master's orders because it is a dumb slut and it doesn't know what's best for it. it is a cum drinking whore. its mouth's main purpose is not talking. its mouth is for sucking dick, licking balls, tonguing assholes and gargling spit and cum and piss. it is a nameless set of holes. it is a cumrag designed to be used and disposed of. Please use its holes. Thank You for wasting time on this dumb slut."
"Good bitch," Master said as He touched His cock head to my lips. "Just the tip."
i parted my pink painted lips and wrapped them around the head of Master's cock. i let out an involuntary moan as my body shook from another sissygasm. i closed my eyes in bliss as i ran my tongue along the bottom of Master's cock head. A hard smack to my left cheek awake me from my stupor.
"Did I tell you to lick, cunt?"
"No, Master," i mumbled the best i could.
"You really are a stupid cunt, aren't you?" Master asked as he smacked my right cheek. "Just hold it in your whore mouth. And don't spill a drop."
It was then that i felt the warm torrent from Master's cock. His piss tasted acidic and bitter, but i swallowed it like it was the sweetest tasting beverage on the planet. It took every bit of discipline that Master had instilled in me to keep me from impaling my face on his cock, to allow his golden nectar to flow directly down my throat. Another sissygasm shook my body, then another. i was normally grossed out by pee, even drinking my own tinkle. But this was my Master's piss flowing down my throat, a sign of His dominance and ownership of me. It was the most erotic thing i had ever experienced.
After He had finished, He pulled His cock out of from between my lips with a loud pop, as i was still sucking on it and didn't want to let it go. i thanked Him for letting His pathetic sissy cunt the privilege of being His piss slave and allowing her to drink His golden nectar. He told me to get to my feet and i complied.
"Did cunt like the taste of Master's piss?" He asked and He reached out and pinched my left nipple hard through my bra. i gasped in pain. my titties had always been sensitive, even when i was pretending to be a man. But they had grown ten times more so since Master had started me on hormones six months prior. Now, the gentlest touch sent waves of pleasure through my body. Conversely, abuse like Master was now administering racked me with pain.
"Y-yes, Master," i stammered, as the pain fired through me.
my stupid bimbo brain realized that my suffering pleased Master, and the realization that i was making Him happy triggered my fifth sissygasm in as many minutes. my body shook and my legs buckled. Master caught me in His arms before i could fall and i leaned against Him, resting my head on His chest.
"Thank You for not letting me fall, Master," i murmured softly. After thirty-six hours on a plane, followed by five of the most intensely satisfying minutes of my life, i was spent.
"Good girl," He said to me almost tenderly as He opened the passenger door of his car. "you want to be a good bimbo slave for Master, don't you?"
"Yes, Master."
"Well, get in the car, slut. W/e've still got a couple stops to make before I take you home to your new life."