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Principal Edwards laid his glasses on his desk as he sighed heavily, an all too familiar issue had occurred again. He peered across his desk at the young man before him as he shook his head, his disappointment was overly apparent. Smithfield Academy had little tolerance for bullying and zero tolerance for any bullying related to race or sex. The middle-aged principal had already suspended two students this month alone, and now he was looking at the third. “I don’t know what to say to you son.” The authoritarian said as he wrung his hands together.

“I just called him a homo; do we really need to call my parents? He actually is a homo after all.”

“Yes, yes we do Mr. Jones; we have reviewed this with the student body ad nauseam. We will have zero tolerance for this type of behavior. It is case closed; you will serve a three-day suspension for this. Whether or not Steven is a homosexual or not, he does not need you to broadcast in the middle of the halls. Especially when you added the phrase; suck my balls you fucking homo.”

Lawrence Jones sunk in his seat, he knew the principal had him, he had hoped his status on the basketball team would have gotten him a slap on the wrist, but Mr. Edwards was not playing around. The young teen fidgeted nervously in his chair as sweat formed around his hairline, tiny beads started to flow down his milk-chocolate brown skin. “I will do anything to correct this I can’t get kicked off the team.”

“I am not kicking you off the team, Mr. Jones. The decision for that comes from the coach, not I. If when you return from suspension, you are still academically eligible I will have no qualms with you rejoining the Wolverines.” Mr. Edwards spoke calmly as he leaned back in his chair.

The remainder day played out reasonably quiet after that incident, the student body was mostly in shock after the news of the High School’s all-star basketball player getting suspend spread throughout the school like wildfire. The disciplinarian ways of Smithfield Academy were tough but fair, and that is why most parents sent their kids there, but never were the rules as strictly as enforced as they were under Principal Edwards.

“Attention student body, this is a reminder we will have an assembly this Friday. This is one-hundred percent mandatory for all students and faculty.” The deep booming voice of the thirty-six-year-old Principal echoed through the school’s speaker system. “The subject of the assembly will be LBGT sensitivity training. I want one-hundred percent compliance with this, and I want no one to take this lightly. If we all do not comply, punishments will be swift and harsh. Thank-you and have a good day.”

Ms. Sanders leaned back in her leather office chair and looked out over her class. She had been a teacher for almost ten years but was relatively new to the school. The near six foot tall, blonde hair, blued eyed teacher was quite popular with her students despite being forceful and strict. She worked hard to keep her senior history class fun, which is what the students enjoyed most about her. Well, that is what most of her students appreciated about her, the leggy blonde-haired woman was also a popular image for several students to use as their daily jerkoff material.

“What? We got to go listen to some whiny stuff about gays?”

“Choose your words carefully Mr. Anderson.” The teacher said as she walked down the aisle between the desks. She leaned over the eighteen-year-old student as she spoke. Her glasses low on her nose so she could look over them as she addressed the student personally. The Amazonian like teacher towered over most students with her nature height, but when paired with her favorite heels she was a remarkable sight no one could come close to her height.

Scott Anderson, the school’s quarterback, slinked down in his chair as his history teacher towered over him. “I’m sorry Ms. Sanders, I shouldn’t have said that I am just don’t want to go to an assembly concerning lesbian, gay and blah, blah, blah.”

The thirty-year-old teacher stood up and smiled at her student, she understood how this was something that the student body likely did not want to hear about. She also recognized why the principal wanted it though. “Okay, class let’s talk about something more modern. We can put away our worksheets on the civil war. We are living in historical times, so let us talk about current history unfolding.”

The students did as instructed the sounds of papers shuffling filled the classroom. Beth Sanders walked down the aisles towards her desk. Her short black skirt hugged her voluptuous figure as her heels clicked against the tile. The teacher leaned against her desk, as she looked out at all the impressionable faces in the room. “Okay class, as Scott so eloquently put it, who can tell me what the blah, blah, blah stands for.”

Misty Case, the class, know it all promptly raised her hand and spoke the answer. “Lesbian, Gay, Bi-sexual, and Trans.”

“Correct, as usual, Ms. Case, but speak out of turn again and I will send you to the principal. You all know my rules.” Ms. Sanders said Ümraniye Sınırsız Escort as she paced before her class. “The rights of these people are almost a daily issue, and why is it now important to understand these people?”

Scott raised his hand much to the surprise of the class. “Really Scott, you want to participate?” Ms. Sanders said inquisitively.

“Yes, ma’am. It’s important to understand these people because they are delicate snowflakes that we can’t offend.”

“Oh, you’re funny…” Ms. Sanders, sentence interrupted by the bell to dismiss her class. “Oh, Scott stay after please we need to talk.”

A simultaneous “OOOO” echoed from the students who had not yet shuffled out the door. As with most typical school students, they found humor in the idea that a classmate was going to get in trouble with the teacher.

Scott dragged his feet as he walked to the front of the class and placed his backpack on the floor he stood there next to the teacher’s podium. Ms. Sanders took her time to finish filing some papers, as she practically ignored the student she had just asked to stay after. The young man was nervous, as he was unsure if the joke had crossed the proverbial line. The longer the teacher ignored him, the more the anxiety built. “Ms. Sanders, can we talk now please?”

“In a minute, I know you’re ready to go home young man, but we need to talk.” Ms. Sanders relished this part of her job, she had control over Scott, and she knew he would have to stand there just because she said so.

Scott tapped his foot impatiently, as being made to wait genuinely upset the school’s quarterback. “If I just say I am sorry, can I go?”

Ms. Sander remained quiet as she filed the last paper and stood from her desk to meet the impatient student at her podium. “Scott, you’re a bright student, and from what I have seen one hell of a football player. I don’t want to see you get thrown off the team like Lawrence did today; he likely won’t rejoin the basketball team after his suspension.”

“It was just a joke ma’am.” Scott said apprehensively as he stared at the floor. The serious tone of his teacher, sending the fear throughout his system.

Ms. Sanders could see that Scott was worried; she knew she had him at least a little frightened. “I just wanted to warn you that you are walking on thin ice, I am not sending you to the principal. So, you can rest a little easier on that Mr. Anderson.”

A sigh of relief rushed through the eighteen-year-olds body like a tidal wave. “Thank-you ma’am and I again am sorry about the making a joke today.”

“Scott it was not the joke that was the problem, I actually somewhat agree. The special interest groups shouldn’t need special rights. They all need to be treated equally and given respect. I don’t see what they do as especially brave myself. But, in today’s society, we could go a long way if we just learned to treat people fair and with respect.” Ms. Sander spoke passionately as she moved closer to her student.

Scott agreed with his teacher as he nodded affirmatively as she spoke. He could feel her hot breath on his neck as she talked emotionally about the subject. The teenager tried to absorb all the words she spoke, but his mind drifted to the ample cleavage that his teacher’s shirt barely restrained. He could feel himself getting hard, and he knew that today was now a bad choice to wear his tight jeans, the bulge was going to be visible very soon.

“So, we can come to an agreement, yes? You do not disrespect this class or me, and you learn about what I teach, whether it be about transsexuals in the news, or about the Gettysburg Address and no more jokes, okay?”

Scott nodded again but did not speak. He honestly had little clue what the teacher was requesting he agree to.

Ms. Sanders was not blind she did see the boy’s bulge, it made her smile a bit knowing she was having such an effect on the teen. “No Scott, a nod will not work here. Say yes, Ms. Sanders.”

“Yes, Ms. Sanders.” Scott said as his chest was noticeably rising and falling heavily.

“Oh, and I want a paper on the historical importance of the LBGT community by Friday, in time for the assembly.”

Scot grimaced at the idea of doing a paper on the subject, but he knew if he did not what would happen as he begrudgingly agreed. “Yes, Ms. Sanders.”

“Good boy, oh and Scott take care of that. I imagine it will be difficult to perform on the field with it slowing you down.”

Scott rushed from the room as if he had been shot out of a cannon. The thoughts of his teacher still fresh in his mind as he bypassed the door to the student parking lot and went straight to the bathroom. The frazzled teen slammed the bathroom stall shut as he jerked his hard cock out. He never hesitated as he gripped the shaft and started to beat himself off over the toilet. The pre-cum that was gushing from the head of his cock lubed him up nicely. The images of his teacher’s breasts coupled with her referencing his bulging cock still fresh in his mind as he shot a sizeable load into the Ümraniye Suriyeli Escort bowl.

That night Scott masturbated three more times, as he thought about his moment with his teacher. Ms. Sanders was one of the teen’s favorite spank bank images. The assembly was only two days away, and he was starting from scratch on a subject he knew virtually nothing about, other than the jargon his father spouted off about regularly as he watched the news. The frustrated teen looked at his near blank computer screen, as all it displayed was his name and the letters LBGT. “Fuck it I am going outside.” He announced aloud to his empty bedroom.

“Oh hey, Lawrence.” Scott said as he saw his neighbor outside in the driveway shooting baskets.

“Sup Scotty?” Lawrence replied

“I heard about today, that sucks.”

“It is what it is bro, my parents are freaking furious. I just hope coach lets me back on the team after this is all over.”

“I am sure he will, hell bro, you are the team.”

“Thanks.” Lawrence chuckled as he thought about his last stat line.

“Ms. Sander’s busted me today, for joking around during one of her impassioned speeches.”

“Dude for real, are you out too?” Lawrence asked almost excitedly as the thought of the school’s quarterback being kicked out inevitably would draw attention away from him.

“Wipe the smile off your face. No, I just got a paper to write about gay rights or some shit.” Scott replied as he and his friend switched out taking shots at the hoop over the Jones’s garage.

“I think I got some crap like that to do also. Mr. Edwards sent home a pile of junk I got to get done over the next three days.” Lawrence shook his head in disbelief as he pictured the pile of work awaiting him in the house.

“Good luck, I got nothing so far.”

“I’m going to research local stuff, they like that garbage when you can tie your work into the local community or to the history of the Academy.”

Scott’s eyes lit up as he absorbed what Lawrence was saying. “I think I am going to also, that’s a great idea. I got to go…” Scott said as he bounced the ball across the pavement and bolted up to his room. Scott immediately closed out all his porn searches and went to work on the history of the town and the LBGT community. The town had a long history with being on the forefront of liberal issues and different political ideas. The search was easy as Scott was soon watching archived footage of rights parades from the past several years. The teen at first just watched to see what the slogans and signs said to glean any information he could, but as he watched the footage year over year, a certain leggy-blonde woman kept appearing in each video. “Ms. Sanders?” The teen questioned as he moved through the frames slowly as if he was analyzing crime scene footage. The footage did not lie that was his high school history teacher right in the middle of it all. “Oh my God.” The boy said with genuine shock as he watched her. Scott did not know if she was one of them or if she just was there for support, but as he watched he saw her parading around scantily clad dancing to the music. The images were enough to make his heavily abused cock come to life once again as he started to stork himself.

“Damn it Scott. Will you please close your damn door son?” A deep voice echoed from the doorway as Scott’s father Jim stood as he disapprovingly shook his head.

“Oh man, I am sorry dad.” He said as he quickly pulled his shorts up to cover himself.

“You ain’t going queer are you son?” Jim asked as he the lines on his forehead started to form while he stared at the gay rights parade that played on his son’s computer.

“No dad, I just was looking at her.” Scott said as he froze the image on his screen, it was locked in on Ms. Sanders, the history teacher was clad only in a bikini top that obscured virtually nothing and a pair of cut off daisy duke shorts.

“Well she is a lot of woman, but she is likely either a carpet muncher or a she-male. That parade is pretty strict about who they let walk in it.” Scott’s father said as he walked away closing his son’s door behind him.

Scott was now more confused than ever as he knew the basics of the Trans community but little else. He started googling things, and one thing led to another, and before long, the curious teen had spent almost the entire night on the internet. The next morning came much earlier than Scott was prepared for as the time got away from him and he stayed up excessively late.

Scott walked into his final period of the day exhausted, he did not know how he was going to stay awake, but as the class started, he found the curiosity about his teacher fueled him with just enough adrenaline to keep him going. The day’s lesson plan was the typical history class items, as they did not veer off topic much and Ms. Sanders monologue mostly which kept the opportunity for trouble minimal.

As the bell for dismissal abruptly ended the day, the students started to shuffle out. “Mr. Anderson please stay after.” Ms. Sanders Ümraniye İranlı Escort announced as she peered over her students to see Scott still at his desk.

The simultaneous “OOOOO” echoed from the class again as the last one filed out the door.

Scott gathered his things and went to the podium as he did the day before, but today was slightly different today his teacher was waiting for him. “So, Scott what have we researched so far, and please I don’t want a paper on anything to do with Caitlyn Jenner.” Ms. Sanders asked with a smile.

“I am so tired Ms. Sanders, I was up all night.”

“Oh, then you must have found some interesting stuff.”

Scott’s heart thumped in his chest, the beating was so hard it hurt as he pulled out a folder from his backpack. He had rehearsed this moment of what to do or say to his teacher should she ask about his work, but now staring at her his nerves started to quiver.

“Oh a folder of stuff, awesome.” Ms. Sanders said as she looked down at the boy. Her six-foot-tall frame giving her a slight height advantage over the student.

Scott opened the folder to reveal not a well-written thesis on his subject matter but rather a collection of screen captures from the parade videos. “I found you at all the parades.”

The tone of Ms. Sanders changed immediately as she took the pictures and started thumbing through them. She turned to slam and lock her classroom door as she turned back to her student. “What the fuck is all this?” She questioned in a fiery tone.

“I just had questions.”

“Why bring this shit to school?”

“I don’t know it seemed like a good idea at the time.” Scott’s head spun as the teacher reached down and forced his head to tilt to look her in the eyes. His breathing erratic as he started to shake, Ms. Sanders was way stronger than he realized it felt as if she was going to rip his head off as she forced him to look at her.

“I thought they were never going to post this shit!” She screamed as she thumbed through the pages. “All the parade organizers agreed to not post the footage. Where did you find it?”

“I googled Smithfield Gay Parade.”

“That’s it? That damn simple!”

“Is it really that big of a deal? I am sure people seen you there, I am sorry Ms. Sanders I only brought the pictures to try to find out what you were doing there. And to see if you would help with the assignment you gave me.”

“The official answer I give when questioned is I am a supporter of their needed respect, much like what we discussed yesterday. But, Scott since I genuinely believe you when you say you aren’t trying to cause trouble I will be honest with you.”

Scott swallowed hard as his teacher spoke; he had no clue where the conversation was heading. He was happy that she believed he was not trying to cause trouble, and deep down he was not even sure why he previously thought the pictures were a good idea.

“Okay, Ms. Sanders.”

“I am a transsexual Scott. I assume you at least have a working knowledge of Trans person, so I won’t bore you with all the details.”

Scott’s mind raced as he thought back to all the times he jerked himself off thinking of his teacher, and all the locker room talk amongst the football team of how they would like to pass her around. “Oh my god, I thought maybe a lesbian, but you’re a she-male.”

Ms. Sanders adjusted her skirt and top as she took a second to compose herself. “No I am a transsexual; I will not accept the use of that term in my class. You might as well call me a chick with a dick it is that offensive. I will even go as far as allowing Tranny, but even that is somewhat offensive to me.”

Scott’s mouth and mind no longer functioned in unison as he spoke aloud without thinking. “I was jerking it to a tranny.” Scott’s face now beet red as he thought about it.

Ms. Sanders quivered as she heard the student’s words. She knew that some leered and ogled her, and admittedly, she liked it. The looks were all part of the reason she dressed as provocatively as she did, often pushing the school’s boundaries for dress codes. “Scott, please don’t be embarrassed, we all masturbate. I find it quite a compliment that you have done it thinking of me.”

“It’s not okay at all, my dad will kill me if he knows I you are a guy, he caught me jerking off, and he assumed you’re a lesbian.”

“Scott I am not telling you this again, remember it’s all about respect. Please don’t disrespect who or what I am.”

“I don’t know who or what you are anymore Ms. Sanders. I am so confused.” The young teen’s thoughts and emotions spiraled out of control as he spoke. He wanted to not believe it; he tried to think his teacher was still a lesbian or better yet bi-sexual. However, the thought of this object of many lustful masturbation sessions being a transsexual rocked the young man.

“You’re confused, and it is natural.”

“Yeah, I am very fuc….freaking confused.” Scott started to drop the F-word, but back peddled, as he did not want to disrespect the teacher. The confusion was not just over his teacher’s sexuality, but now over his own as well. He now knew the truth about her, but it had virtually changed nothing at all. His cock was still hard as he again stared at her breasts. He was not repulsed or even turned off slightly if anything the uniqueness of the situation had the boy’s interest piqued even more.

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John Maxwell hummed under his breath as he wiped down the counter tops of the kitchen, cleaning up before his Husband got home. Dinner was ready and waiting on the stove for her whenever she got home from work.

He was petite, standing at four foot five, and slender though lightly toned. He had long ash blond hair that fell past his well rounded, juicy ass and dark blue eyes set in a tanned, plump face. He wore a skin tight pink dress with no sleeves and a low cut neckline that nearly revealed his nipples. On his feet were a pair of six inch high heels and over the dress was a flowery blue apron.

The sissy wife was more than impatient for his Husband to arrive home. She would be home at any moment, but there was no telling when she would be home. After all, she had a very demanding job as project manager at the advertising company that she worked for.

Still humming under his breath, John reached behind him and untied the apron. He pulled the apron over his head and he lay it atop the counter top of his home. He smoothed out his pink dress with his long, slender fingers and he smiled down at his appearance.

He wanted to look perfectly beautiful for Diana when she got home. He wanted to look enticing and completely irresistible for his Husband. If he could arouse and stimulate his Husband, he would be doing his job.

After all, that was the main job of the sissy wife was to cater to the sexual needs and wants of their Husbands.

John could feel the string of his frilly pink g-string that he was wearing under his dress biting into his gurl-pussy. He loved the silken feel of it brushing across his tiny little clit as he strutted across the kitchen into the dining room and sat down in one of the wooden chairs.

He knew that the America that he’d grown up in was very different from five generations ago. Apparently, before 2012, men were the big, muscular, and dominant sex while women were the soft, feminine, and submissive sex. However, after 2012, that all changed.

And it all changed through evolution.

The average man was five foot tall and the average woman seven foot tall. Women could be as muscular as they wanted to be and men could barely get over one hundred pounds. Also, men’s voices got higher while women’s voices got deeper. Men’s cocks shrunk down to where it was just the head protruding from their pelvis’ and where the asshole of the man had once been there was now a pussy. However, women had very large cocks between their legs, the average cock being about ten inches long.

Men became the softer sex and they no longer had rights. However, that was because of the fact that men didn’t want rights. They were hardwired to be submissive to women, and because of this, they were traded by Mothers to their Husbands.

Because of this, men stayed at home and took care of the house and the children while women went out and made the money. Also, men catered to and pampered their dominant Husbands because it gave them pleasure.

John was broken from his reverie when he heard the sound of a telephone trilling. Hearing this, he tucked his a strand of his ash blond hair behind one ear and he pushed to his feet. He walked across the dining room towards the living room where the land line was.

He picked up the phone and put it to his ear before speaking.

“Maxwell residence.” John said in a soft, feminine voice and waited for the response on the other end. He frowned when he heard sounds on the other end of two people talking, but he recognized his Husband’s voice.

“I want those out by tomorrow.” he heard Diana say in her strong, very domineering voice. He licked his lips at hearing her commanding tone, sending a strong feeling to the tip of his clit and making his gurl-pussy grow damp. “Hey honey. Listen, I’m not going to be home until late so don’t worry about my dinner. Just give it to Angela when she gets there.”

The sissy blinked, surprised by this. His bottom lip poked out in a pout – the one thing that he could usually do to get his way – but since she wasn’t’ there, it didn’t really do much.

“Yes dear. Have a good night.” John replied in a pleasant tone, never crossing his mind to complain. They exchanged good byes and he hung up the land line.

The sissy sighed and ran a hand through his long hair. He had been looking forward to greeting his Husband at the door and hoping that she would squeeze his ass like she normally did.

At least he wouldn’t be alone tonight though.

John smiled a little when he thought of the guest coming over tonight. Angela was someone that he loved more than anyone in this world; even more than his Husband. The reason for that?

Angela was his eighteen year old daughter.

He hadn’t seen his grown daughter since she graduated high school. He knew that she was busy, working as hard Ümraniye Ukraynalı Escort as she did at the law firm in the city and looking for a sissy wife in her spare time. From what he’d heard from his Husband, she’d yet to find him, but he knew that she would have one in no time. After all, Angela was a strapping young woman and had a high paying job.

Any man would be lucky to be her sissy wife.

Suddenly, John heard the sound of the front door opening and closing. He smiled widely, his painted lips thinning out as he did so to show off his pearl white teeth. He felt a tingle of excitement rock through his feminine body at the thought of seeing his daughter and he whirled around.

He walked as quickly as he could towards the front door to see his daughter. He stopped when he saw his daughter walking into the kitchen and he took in her features, proud of her handsome features.

Angela was average, standing at seven foot two, and unlike many women, she’d chosen to go with the toned look instead of the heavy muscle. She had long electric blue hair that curled around her shoulders and bright blue eyes that glowed out of a heart shaped, tanned face. She had her ears pierced with two silver loops each, snake bits, and he knew that she had her tongue pierced too. She wore a short sleeve black design t-shirt that stretched tightly over her shoulders and her large breasts, right fitting black jeans with a black leather belt, black and white converse shoes, and a black and white hat that she wore atop her head cocked to one side.

“Hey daddy.” Angela said when she saw him and her smile widened. She walked quickly over to him, and without hesitation, wrapped her long, strong arms around him, lifting him off the ground easily.

John giggled as his feet left the ground and his Daughter swung him around in a circle. Then, she sat him back down on his feet and dropped a kiss to his cheek. He blushed bright red as he felt his pussy growing damp once again as his Daughter held him. He stared up into her handsome face, and not for the first time, he felt pride as he looked upon his daughter.

Angela was two people: strong businesswoman and die hard alternative woman. And unlike many people, she was truly both of those to the bone, not only one of them.

“Your Mother told me to give you her dinner.” John said, bowing his head low to the woman in a show of respect to the woman. Then, he looked up and into her face as she smiled.

“Good. I’m so fucking hungry.” Angela replied crudely and she turned, obviously searching the kitchen for the food. Obviously seeing the plate of food, she turned and walked over to the counter top, picking up the plate. “This smells good, daddy.”

The sissy blushed under his Daughter’s praise. It was something that sissies lived for; to be complimented on their domestic chores. Diana rarely did it anymore, but he didn’t really mind it. To hear his Daughter praise him in such a way made him feel really good.

“Thank you honey. I worked hard on it.” John said as he watched his daughter walk over to the dinning room and she pulled out the chair. Then, she sat down and picked up her fork, digging into the food on her plate.

He listened to her pleased moans and he shifted from foot to foot. He didn’t really know what to do as he waited for his Daughter to finish her meal, but he knew that he wouldn’t be eating with her. That was strictly forbidden in the Maxwell house.

Women ate first and sissies last.

Thirty minutes later, she finished her meal and pushed the plate away from her. She sat back in her chair and rubbed her stomach through her t-shirt, sighing in contentment.

“That was really good, daddy.” Angela said with a wide smile as she cocked her head to the side and looked at him. He blushed under her praise and her bright blue eyes shining on him.

He didn’t know why, but the way that his Daughter was looking at him reminded him of the way her mother looked at him after a satisfactory meal. It was a dark look, but coming from those dark blue eyes – eyes that were so much like his own – it had a different effect.

It sent shivers up his spine.

“Thank you, darling.” John replied with a happy smile and he bowed his head to her. Then, he walked over to the table and picked up her plate. “I’ll just go and wash this plate.”

The sissy wife turned to leave, but before he could, a strong hand grabbed him by his hip, stalling him. He blinked and turned to look at his Daughter. Despite the fact that he was standing and she was sitting, they were at eye level with one another so he was able to see the look in her shining blue eyes.

It was a look of interest.

“You know daddy, I’ve been without a sissy to play with for a while now and I’m getting really really horny.” Angela said Ümraniye Üniversiteli Escort in a leading voice. He gulped the knot of anticipation that had gathered in his throat down and he stared at his daughter, waiting for the next bit. “Why don’t you forget about the dishes for a moment and help me out with my problem? What do you say?”

The sissy gulped, knowing that he wasn’t really being given a choice. After all, what a woman wanted was all that mattered and men didn’t really have a choice whether to turn it down or not – not even if the woman propositioning him was his very own Daughter.

In their culture, incest was a common thing. It wasn’t taboo. In fact, it was viewed as a way of families bonding with one another and deepening their love for one another.

Oftentimes, a young male was taught how to sexually pleasure a woman by either his mother or sister or even both. It didn’t hurt that women of a family couldn’t impregnate the men of the same family.

Because of this, John knew his Daughter’s body quite well. He’d been the one that she’d lost her virginity too after all. He could remember the night well, and while it hadn’t been traumatic, it had been a little surprising.

Diana had been away on a business trip for the week that their Daughter turned thirteen. He was laying alone in the large bed of his Husband and missing her. He hadn’t been able to sleep because he was so use to having his Husband spooning around him and holding him tight in her strong arms. It had gotten to a point to where he’d thought that he wouldn’t get to sleep that night.

Then, to his surprise, his thirteen year old Daughter had entered the room. She’d been completely naked and sporting a hard on that rivaled her own mother’s. She’d said something about aching and wanting his help. Being a good sissy wife and father, he’d helped his Daughter – by allowing her to use his body however she wished.

He snapped himself out of his reverie and looked into the eyes of his Daughter. It was obvious that she was waiting for his answer. He smiled widely and nodded his head once.

“Whatever you wish, my dear. Your daddy is always willing to help you.” John said meekly; obediently.

Angela pushed back her chair with a smile and she took her hat off of her head. She sat it down on the table and she reached down for her zipper.

Before she could reach it, John decided to take the initiative. He sank to his knees before her and reached for the zipper, knocking her fingers away before working the zipper down. He smiled up at her and unbuttoned her jeans, pulling them down past her ass.

The moment her jeans came down, the sissy stared at her huge, thick she-cock. Just staring at his daughter’s large cock made his gurl-pussy grow damp and he moaned softly.

Before he could dive forward and engulf her in his mouth though, she caught him by the hair, holding him back. He whimpered as she tugged on his hair a little harder than he was use to and he looked up into her smiling face.

“You want my cock, daddy? You want my big, fat, juicy she-meat?” Angela asked in a mocking voice and he whimpered when she grasped the base of her own member. She slapped him across the cheeks with it, but he knew better than to try to get it into his mouth. If he did without her permission, she would punish him. “Beg for it sissy-gurl. Beg for your superior Daughter’s big fat dick in your mouth.”

He whimpered like a pathetic dog, but he did as she asked anyway.

“Please, Angela. Please let me suck your big cock. I beg for it. My pussy is so wet just thinking about having your delicious meat in my mouth, using me as us little sissies long to be used.” John said in his most submissive voice, falling to his fours on the ground before his daughter as he spoke and wiggling his ass back and forth, showing his true submissiveness to her.

“That’s a good sissy daddy.” Angela laughed, mocking him. Before he could say another word, she pushed his mouth forward using the momentum she’d gathered from his hair and he closed his eyes as the head of her very large, thick she-cock pushed past his lips.

The sissy moaned as she pushed the head to the back of his throat, but he didn’t gag. Men no longer had gag reflexes so they could better pleasure their Husbands, Daughters, or any other woman that they might have to pleasure in their lives. He closed his lips tightly around her turgid shaft and his tongue wrapped around the underside of her cock, sucking on it firmly as she began to pump her hips back and forth.

When the head of her cock reached the front of his lips, he forced his head further down on the cock, bobbing his head up and down even while she thrusted into his mouth. He felt her large, hairless balls slapping his chin with each thrust into his mouth and he moaned Ümraniye Vip Escort around her member as her balls slapped his chin.

John wiggled his hips back and forth like a good sissy did while she used his throat. After thirty minutes of his mouth being worked over, his jaw was starting to ache and his throat was raw, but he knew better than to complain. If he did, he could be punished and it was better to have a woman that was happy with your performance than one that was angry with you for complaining.

Finally, Angela pulled her she-cock from his mouth. However, when it left his mouth, he whimpered as he opened his eyes and he dove forward, trying to get it back in.

“Little whores, the lot of you.” Angela said, referring to men and he nodded his head, agreeing with her. It was no secret that men enjoyed sex almost as much as women, but the difference between men and women was that women were picky about their sissy lovers while men would spread their legs or hit their knees to service any woman.

Men were truly sluts.

Before he could respond, his Daughter used the hand in his hair to lift him up and set him on his heeled feet. He looked up at her, his eyes half closed from the lust he felt in his body, but he knew that it wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.

Still using his long blond hair, she bent him over the kitchen table, pushing his face flat against the wood of the table. Then, she moved one leg between his thighs, making him widen his stance and push out his bubble butt a little bit. He felt her hook her fingers in his panties and pull them down to the backs of his knees, a drop of his pussy juices running down his thigh as he moaned.

“I came out of this pretty little gurl-pussy,” Angela began with a chuckle as she rubbed the head of her she-cock against his pussy lips, making him whimper and grow wetter for her, “and now, I’m going back in.”

With that, his Daughter filled his gurl-pussy with her long, thick she-cock. He moaned at the pleasure of the rigid length entering him with one long thrust, her balls slapping off of his flesh. He was driven forward by the sheer force of the thrust, but he enjoyed being used this way, so all he did was grab onto the wood of the table and wait.

John panted as she began to move, thrusting in and out of him again and again. Each thrust was harder than the last and to punctuate each thrust, she slapped one of his ass cheeks, making it sting.

When she released his head, he lifted it a little bit and he knew that it was his turn. He began to buck his hips back eagerly taking her into his gurl-pussy again and again, rotating his hips so she could get maximum pleasure out of it.

Angela’s loud moans were his reward and he felt proud of himself. However, he knew that he was nowhere near done. Each time she was filling him fully, he would clamp his gurl-pussy tightly around her invading member, and each time he did this, she would moan even louder.

“Damn daddy, no wonder Mother likes using your tight little pussy.” Angela moaned out, punctuating each word with three hard and quick thrusts into him. Each thrust rocked him forward, but he matched it by bucking back against her and clamping his pussy harder.

He could feel his own climax quickly approaching, and with each thrust and slap of his ass, he was being driven even quicker. Before he could stop himself, John arched his back with a cry and he climaxed. His inner walls wrapped tightly around her invading member and she continued to pound him.

Then, he felt her tall frame begin to shudder as she herself began to climax. He closed his eyes and collapsed face first on the table as he felt his Daughter shoot more than eight huge globs of cum deep into his gurl-pussy, making his submission to her complete.

After a few moments of basking in the afterglow of sex, he felt his Daughter slowly pull her cock out of him. It was still hard, but as a woman, she would always be hard, but less insistent about being completely sated. One or two orgasms was usually enough for a woman.

John whimpered and tried to use his pussy to keep her inside of him. However, as strong as his pussy lips were, his Daughter’s momentum was stronger and her long, thick cock slipped from his lips.

“Well, that was fun. Thank you, daddy.” he heard Angela say behind him with a bit of relief in her tone. He forced himself to look back over his shoulder at her and he watched as she pulled her pants back up, tucking, zipping, and buttoning them so they would fit properly. She smiled as she grabbed her hat and put it back on her head. “Now, you should do the dishes. You know how Mother gets when you fall down on your duties.”

With that, his powerful Daughter turned and walked into the living room. He watched her sit down on the couch, pick up the TV remote, and turn the television onto what she wanted to watch.

John sighed and he straightened away from the table. He reached down and pulled his panties up, settling the string back between his ass cheeks. Picking up his Daughter’s plate, he swayed back into the kitchen to do the dishes.

A sissy wife’s job was never done.

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I had just moved to a new town and went to the local adult book store to get some new magazines to look at. This book store had a bulletin board that people could put personal ads on. There was an ad posted for two married women looking to have a threesome with a male. I answered the ad. A couple days later I received a call from one of the ladies. Her name was Donna. She said that they had put the ad up as a joke, but she would like to get together with me. We talked a few times and I called her one night and the other lady, Diane answered the phone and told me not to call so late, because she had a baby and I might wake the child up. I called Diane back the next day to apologize about calling so late. We started to talk and I found out that Diane was a submissive and was looking for someone to dominate her. We made a date to meet in a public place.

Diane’s husband thought that she went to the local mall thinking she was going to go shopping. I met Diane and I took her back to my house. When we got to my house I told her that she will submit to all of my commands. She then kneeled at my feet and answered that I am her Master and will do anything to please me.

I told her to strip for me. When she had stripped, she stood in front of me with a full patch of pubic hair on her. Her first command from me was to go into the Ümraniye Yabancı Escort bathroom and to shave herself bare. This was her first test to see if she was willing to submit to all of my commands, knowing that she would have to go back to her husband with a shaven pussy. This would be a hard thing to explain to her husband how her pussy became bare while she was at the mall.

Diane crawled to the bathroom and shaved her pussy and asshole bare. Once she was devoid of all traces of hair she crawled back into the bedroom. By this time I knew that she was mine. I told her to undress me and not to look at me, for she had not earned the right to gaze at her new Master. Diane did as she was told and even folded the clothes and placed them in a neat pile.

I told Diane that I wanted her to worship my cock and balls. I am 8 ½ inches long and my cock is 6 inches round (just a little smaller than a beer bottle). With the first lick of my cock from the base to the tip I knew that she was going to prove to me that she would be a good slave to me. As soon as she got to the tip of my cock she shoved her mouth all the way down to the base of my cock. She was gagging and choking but she would not let go. She kept this up until I was ready to cum, but she had not earned the right to swallow my cum. I pulled out Ümraniye Yeni Escort of her mouth and shot my load all over her face and told her that she could not clean it off of her face until I said she could.

I placed a ball gag in her mouth and then took Diane’s hands and placed them in restraints and tied her face down on the bed with a pillow under her so that her ass was sticking up. I stuck two fingers in her cunt to get them wet. I took the fingers and shoved them in her virgin ass. Diane resisted at first to me shoving my fingers in and out of her asshole. I slapped her ass with ten hard smacks and told her that if she resisted my fingers than I would shove my cock into her tight ass without loosening it up. She nodded that she would not resist. I spread her cheeks apart and spit into her asshole and place my cock at the entrance to her asshole. Diane gave a muffled whimper when I started to shove my cock into her tight ass. As soon as I got the head of my cock into her I told her that her ass was mine for the taking. I asked her if she understood this she nodded her head. With that I gave one quick thrust and buried my cock to the hilt. I pound her asshole, while giving her ass cheeks a good tanning. Every slap left a nice crimson mark on her ass. As soon as I had shot my cum into her ass I pulled Ümraniye Masaj Salonu out and took the gag from her mouth. I shoved my shit covered cock into her mouth and told her to clean her mess off of my cock. She tried to pull away from my cock. I gave her three smacks across each side of her face leaving perfect hand prints on her cheeks. The look on her surprised face told me that she was enjoying this more than she was trying to let on. Diane sucked my cock clean and kept on sucking it until I was hard again.

I untied Diane from the bed and told her to stand. She stood up and looked at me. I slapped her face again and told her that she still has not earned the right to look at me. She dropped to her knees and pledged he boy to me to use as I desired and that I was her Master and I was her slave till I grew tired of her.

I told her to get dressed so I could take her back to the mall. She asked me if she could clean herself off first. I told her that she will go back to her husband with her body dirty and used. I told her that she could not even clean the dried cum off of her face. She answered with a yes, Master.

I took her back to the mall and she got into her car and left to go home. I went back to my apartment. Three hours later she showed back up to my apartment and asked me to use her body again as I desired. I told her to go home and I would think about it. Diane kicked her husband out the next day and moved in with me three days later. We later married and we were together for nine years before she passed away in an accident. I will greatly miss my Slave and the love of my life. I love you, Slave.

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Step by Step Sissification Ch. 02

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Over the years, I’ve been with a few different sissies who were in different stages of their exploration and this gave me the opportunity to participate with them and learn a lot. I’ve also spoken with a couple dozen sissies on who shared their own fantasies and desires. This story is sort of a distillation of my favorite stuff.

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“Oh, well, I’m sure you’re right then. You wouldn’t be interested in wearing panties and showing them to me, in wearing what I told you and doing what I told you…”

He swallowed hard and looked around.

“Or would you?”

We lapsed into silence at that plastic food court table. I’d basically asked this stranger, the man who’d bought himself a red satin thong, if he wanted to be a sissy or not.

I picked up my own Macy’s bag.

“I love their lingerie,” I said casually while he agonized and his mind raced over my question. I pulled out two bras, each in rich satiny nylon, demi-cut. “I wish I had a ‘girlfriend’ that would tell me if these looked good on me or not…”

I know it was cheating, but that’s what you have to do with reluctant sissies. Tempt them with something sexual to get them to tell me the truth. No… to get them to admit the truth to themselves.

I held the pink one up against my chest and looked at him. “A sissy is like a girlfriend. I could try on lingerie with a sissy and talk girl talk…”

He almost groaned at that.

“But, you aren’t a sissy, are Ümraniye Olgun Escort you?”

I slipped my foot back up to his crotch and fondled his raging hardon with my stocking-covered toes.

“Hmmm, seems like the jury is still out. Come with me.”

I stood and gathered my purse and bags. I started walking away and let him catch up. We returned to the Macy’s lingerie department and I was glad when he stayed with me the whole way. I went to the sales girl.

“The underwire on my bra just broke so I want to change into one of these new ones. Can we use the dressing room?”

She nodded with a plastic smile, only her eyes giving away the mention of the man accompanying me.

We headed back and picked the largest changing room. I pulled the curtain shut behind us and began to take off my shirt. I faced away from him as I did so, letting him watch me unhook my bra and take it off as well. I covered my breasts with my hands and turned to him.

“If only you were a sissy, I’d let you see all this,” I teased, letting my hands drop as I reached for my store bag. His eyes practically widened looking at my breasts which pleased me. They are pretty full and luckily they haven’t really fallen on me yet.

I slipped into the pink bra and hooked it in back. I looked in the mirror, adjusting it this way and that until it fit just right.

“How does it look?” I asked him at last, turning to face him fully. He jerked Ümraniye Sarışın Escort his hand away from his bulging pants but not before I saw him. I didn’t mention anything, but I let him gaze on how the bra lifted my breasts and gave me nice cleavage. I placed my hands on the bra and gave the girls a little squeeze.

“I love how the demi-cut shows off more of my breasts. Do you like that?”

Now he nodded his response, unable to get out an articulate word.

I took off the pink one and tried on the green one, following the same routine. I eventually put the pink one back on and then pulled him to his feet.

“Your turn. We’d better make sure your thong fits just right.”

He hesitated as I sat there in my bra and skirt.

“Come on, unless you’d like me to leave.”

He didn’t want that so he picked up his bag and just sort of played with it.

“Oh, please, girlfriend, drop your skirts and try them on!” I chided.

He pulled out the thong and held it in his hand, the price tag dangling. Time to play hard ball.

“Okay, you proved your point. You’re not a sissy and I should go now.” I grabbed my shirt to put it on.

“No, don’t,” he blurted. “Please, stay. I’ll… do it.”

I sat down and got comfortable, my smile relaxed. I waited.

Finally, he unbuckled his slacks, took off his shoes and slipped off the slacks. I grinned when I saw he was already wearing bright yellow panties Ümraniye Şişman Escort with lacey edging. Perfect!

“Those are adorable! And so sexy!” I enthused, reaching out and caressing his hip and bottom. They were satiny and shiny and the lace was thin and soft. “You look very cute in them!”

This encouraged him and he took off his shirt too.

“Now try on the thong.”

He hesitated and then pulled down the yellow panties. His cock was impressive and very hard. I giggled and winked at him. He fished out the thong and slipped it on. It didn’t cover his cock much at all and he struggled to make it fit right.

“Well, now that won’t do…” I said softly. I grabbed his yellow panties and carefully wrapped it around his cock. I gripped it and started to stroke him.

“Sometimes girlfriends have to help each other out,” I explained softly. He stood there stiffly as I jerked his cock. It was less than a minute before I felt it throb and then the panties were filling with cum, lots of hot cum.

I cooed, “Good girl, that’s the way.” He groaned softly. I slowly milked him and wiped it clean.

“There you go,” I said, taking away the panties from his soft cock and tucking the cock into the thong.

“It’s very pretty,” I said, giving him a critical look over. “A basic of a sissy wardrobe…”

I slipped the cum-filled yellow panties into his bag, put my shirt back on and put my other bras in my bag.

I pulled a slip of paper from my purse and wrote my phone number on it.

“If you call, you’ll have to tell me that you’re a sissy and then we can go from there. If you aren’t a sissy, don’t call.”

And I left him there, standing in a women’s changing room wearing nothing but his socks and a red satin thong…

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Stood Up Pt. 01

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I hate bars, especially being alone in one.

So, I make the best of being stood up. I pretend like I meant to be here, all dressed up, in a slinky, off the shoulder red dress, by myself. I migrate from the bar to an open booth, so I can people watch more easily. As I walk, I have to tug my dress down my thighs as it tries to ride up. Nothing is ever quite long enough.

I slide into the booth, taking my drink with me, and adjust my garters and stockings. I pull out a sketchbook and doodle for a bit, my intention to watch the crowd forgotten.

When my drink runs dry, I return to the present for a bit. The waitress comes by and I order another, taking a look around. I notice a new girl sitting where I was at the bar. Her back is to me- short, shiny pink dress over a slim figure, long dark hair that could be either brunette or black in the light of the bar. Her pink high heels are parked on the bottom rung of the stool.

I wonder how long she’s been there? The bartender walks by, asks her a question, she shakes her head no, before taking a couple glances around the room. She’s waiting on someone.

As should turns to check the room, I see white stocking tops. My heart beats a tad faster, and I feel myself start to harden in my panties. I wait a few more minutes, watching.

No one shows for her, and she looks restless, or maybe nervous. There is an open booth next to the door, and I decide to play things a little differently. I down my drink, make eye contact with the waitress and point to where I’m moving, cross the room and sit down. From my new perch I’ll be able to watch, if she leaves. As I slide into the booth, my red dress rides up my hip again, I don’t bother to correct it this time.

Sure enough, at some point she gives up, pays her bill. Eyes down, she gets off the stool, teeters- not from alcohol, clearly she isn’t used to heels. Her body language says she is hoping to escape notice.

“And where are you going?” I say as she starts to pass by. There is just the smallest bit of ice in my voice. Enough, I hope, to give her a start, but not enough to panic.

I realize I’m nervous too. I don’t usually do things this way. I’ll talk with someone a bit online, meet up somewhere safe and public a couple times, then go from there. This is new territory. It could go sideways, but it also feels tingly. It’s exciting, going from zero straight to aggressive.

I suppress a chill that runs through my bare shoulders just as she stops and turns.

“I’m sorry?” She squeaks.

I grin, and the tremor goes away, replaced by heat. She has sharp features, pink lips and dark eyes- eyes that dart nervously between me and the door.

“You heard me,” I say with a nod. “Why are you leaving?”

She stammers a couple times before saying, “It’s, uh, I have to get back home, I have to work tomorrow.”

“No, you were planning on being here later than that,” I say, “Sit down.” I scoot over in the booth. She can’t tell from where I stand, but my dress has ridden up further, exposing the tops of my own stockings, and just a glimpse, a peak, of my black panties.

She hesitates and starts to sit down across the booth from me.

“Not there, here,” and I look at the seat next to me.

She stops, hesitates, and says, “No, I should go,” shouldering her little black purse to leave.

“Should I tell everyone you’re a crossdresser?” I gamble.

She stops again, back to me, and her shoulders slump a bit. As she turns, I pat the ripped vinyl seat next to me.

As she sits, her eyes dart to my exposed stockings and panties, “Eyes up here,” I say, arching an eyebrow. She takes the time to tug her skirt into position as she sits.

“Now, tell me why you were leaving.”

She doesn’t make eye contact, but I watch her in profile. A crimson blush spreads over her shoulders and arms. I want this sexy girl so much.

“I was here to meet someone.”

“A Ümraniye Esmer Escort man?” I ask.

She just nods.

“So he could take you somewhere to fuck?”

She doesn’t answer me. I got her to sit, and there is no way she doesn’t know what I’m after. She saw my stockings and erection in my panties. I kick things up another notch. I turn a bit, lifting my leg into the seat, and parting my legs a bit, which rides my dress up higher.

“Look at me.”

She does so, glancing at my crotch.

I take her chin and lift her face up, “At my eyes,” I hiss.

When she glances up, I lock my fingers onto her chin. She tenses, but doesn’t try and pull away.

“You can call me Jae, for now,” I say. “If you want to leave, you can do so now. I won’t stop you. If you stay, you’ll answer my questions.”

I don’t let go of her chin; she doesn’t move to leave.

“We have an understanding, then?” I ask.

“Yes, Jae.”

I release her chin and lean close, my red lips inches from her pink ones- a tremble runs through her body. Keeping my eyes locked on hers, I kiss her, lightly biting her puffy lower lip.

“Good girl,” I rasp.

“My name is..”

I cut her off, “Sissy. Just Sissy.”

The waitress drops off two drinks, and Sissy blushes more, knowing the server must have heard what I called her.

She nods.

“Do you like me, Sissy?” I ask.

“Yes.”

“Good,” I smile wickedly, leaning in and putting my hand on her thigh, just below her dress. My nails dig into her sexy stocking covered leg. “Now, what were you going to let him do to you?”

“I, I’m not sure,” Sissy whimpers, “He was going to take me back to his place after a drink or two.”

“You were just going to go to a stranger’s house? Tsk, tsk,” I whisper in her ear, my hand creeping up her thigh. I find the top of her stocking and begin tracing it with my finger.

Sissy lets out a gasp as I tease her, “If he had shown up, yes, Jae, I would have gone with him.”

I grip the inside of her thigh tightly again, my fingers digging into the lace stocking tops. I look out across the bar as Sissy sharply inhales from the bite of my nails. This bar was never very well lit and no one has come in or out of the door since Sissy sat down. No one seems to be paying us any notice. My heart is pounding in my chest, and I’m so very hard for this lovely, timid girl next to me.

“And would you have been a good girl for him?”

“Yes, Jae,” she whispers.

I turn back to her her again, lips at her cheek, “And if you were bad, disobedient, you’d take your punishment?”

My breath catches before she can answer and I whisper, “Would you take the punishment just to please him?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what, Sissy?” I pant in her ear. I catch the eye of Reese the server watching. I hold her gaze.

“Yes, Jae”.

“Would you obey me as well?” I say, watching as Reese fills a pint from a tap.

She hesitates, so I take a chance and move my hand completely under her dress. I break my gaze on Reese long enough to look down and find a small, beautiful cock straining under delicate white satin panties. I brush the damp spot in front with me thumb and sissy whimpers.

“Well?”

“Yes, Jae”

I look back and wink at Reese, who looks slightly flushed. My voice is hoarse, “Spread your legs, Sissy”.

Sissy is slow to do as I ask, so I grip her thigh tightly again.

“Do you want to leave without me?” I growl.

A blast of winter air blows by as someone comes in. Headed straight to the bar, he doesn’t even notice us. Sissy shivers against the cold draft and stiffens.

“What if someone sees?”

I move closer into her.

“What if someone does?” My jaw is almost chattering, not from cold, but raw lust. “Did you know my threat was empty?” I want to kiss her neck, nibble her exposed collar bone, Ümraniye Eve Gelen Escort “This bar? Everyone already knows, Sissy.”

“I’ll give you that one. I didn’t give you permission to ask questions,” I say as I hike up her dress. “Next time, at the very least, that will warrant spanking”.

“So, will there be a next time? I’ll ask again, do you want to leave?”

“No, Jae”.

“Good,” I relax a bit, and laugh. “Now, spread your legs for me, or do I have to be strict all night,” I giggle.

As Sissy tentatively parts her thighs for me, I look back again to the bar. Reese is watching, and I definitely see a flush of interest in her. I tug Sissy’s panties aside, and pull her sensitive little cock out. She whimpers again as I wrap my fingers around it.

“I’ll tell you what’s going to happen, so you don’t have to risk asking,” I whisper and nip briefly at her ear lobe, before locking gaze again with Reese. “I’m going to make you cum, right here, under this table. If you really don’t want others to take an interest, you should stay quiet.”

“I’d like you to stay quiet too, I don’t want to share you just yet.”

Sissy leans into me as I firmly stroke her. Barely audible whimpers choked against my bare collarbone as she struggles to hold her hips still.

I know she won’t last long, I press my lips to her forehead. Her entire body feels like it’s on fire to me, “I want to make you cum, Sissy, then take you home with me. Will you come home with me?”

“Yes, Jae,” Sissy whines.

“Call me mistress now, Sissy,” I look back to Reese, now occupied with a customer, but clearly distracted, glancing over her shoulder.

“Yes, Mistress,” her voice tight.

I kiss her, then, not gently. I hear a glass fall and break behind the bar, and sissy begins to pulse in my hand. I take my hand away and break our kiss.

“Pull your panties up, sexy, and clean yourself off my hand. I’m taking you home. You’re mine now.”

I practically drag her out of the bar, the air is frigid and sharp as it enters my lungs. Behind me, Sissy audibly gasps as the cold hits her skin. The door opens onto an alley that serves as a local art installation. The murals are all horror themed, left over from Halloween I assume, as we move into December. Sissy shivers against the cold air and I push her up against the wall. Cthulhu, or something very like it, looms on the wall behind her, tentacles near her exposed neck. Her pale skin stands out against the dark tones of the artwork.

“Do you trust me, SIssy?”

“N-no, Mistress, I-It’s only been a few minutes…”

I grin, pressing close to her, feeling her shivers, “Will you do as I say?”

“Y-yes, M-m-mistress.”

“Take off your panties and give them to me.”

Shuddering, Sissy hikes her dress, pulling the little whisp satin bikini down her legs, then placing it in my hand.

“Good Sissy. Now, open your mouth”

Jaw chattering, she obeys and I stuff the panties into her mouth as the first flakes of snow fall, settling in her brown hair. I hold her face in my hand, painted nails on her cheeks, beneath her eyes.

“Are you cold?”, I ask, with a sharp smile.

I clearly read the incredulous cock of her head and “Mmmrf?” as yes.

I laugh, pulling her away from the wall, and point to the lot down the alley. “My car is down this way,” I say and swat her once, hard, on her sexy bottom. She gives a muffled whine. I notice one stocking has started to slip down her leg. She looks over her shoulder at me, dark eyes wide.

“Hurry up, it’s the silver Prius, it warms up fast.”

A short drive to my apartment and a brief sprint to the door gets us out of the cold.

I close the door behind us- it’s wonderfully warm inside. Sissy starts as I throw the deadbolt behind us. I take her elbow, turning her to face me and press her against the wall, gently this time. Her eyes Ümraniye Evi Olan Escort are enormous, thick lashes over dark blue eyes. Her slight frame still trembles slightly from the run from the car.

My fingers are gentle at her lips, “Open, gorgeous.”

I take her panties from her mouth and drop them on the floor.

Desperate with need, I crush my lips to hers, pinning her to the wall. I wonder if she can feel my heart hammering in my chest. I run my hands down her sides, grab the hem of her dress and tug upward. First to her hips, I break the kiss, push her arms up, and take the dress above her head.

She’s amazing. Pale skin under a tiny white satin bralette and her sagging stockings. Not a pinch of body hair. She shivers again under my gaze as I have her wrists pinned in the puddle of her dress over her head.

“You’re beautiful,” I tell her admiringly, my voice low. I see her little cock twitch.

“Oh no,” I laugh, “Can’t have that yet.”

I take her dress and walk towards my bedroom. “Stay there, I’m taking this”, and I hold up the dress, “To make sure you don’t decide to belatedly exercise good judgement.”

I get a giggle from her with that, and it relaxes me a bit.

I drop her dress on the steel frame foot board of my bed, and open a dresser drawer. I hesitate and glance in the mirror. I need a different look for changed plans. I undo the zip on my dress and drop it on the floor. Black panties, garter and stockings. That’ll do, I think, and I pull off the lace demi bra, and grab my black corset from the closet, close the hooks in front and snug the laces. I add my black buckle platform boots and a pair of black opera gloves.

I look back to the mirror, I love how the corset tugs in my waist just a bit; enough to make my hips look a little wider. I muss the brown curls of my wig.

“A bit on the nose, I guess, but I am playing domme tonight.” I laugh. “Wasn’t supposed to be,” I mutter, momentarily irritated.

Returning to the chest of drawers, I rummage through toys to find what I’m after. I snap it up in my hand with a devious grin and return to the hallway.

I find SIssy in the same position I left in her in, against the wall, arms stretched above her head. The pose arches her back a bit, emphasizes the swell of her bottom, and her lean stomach. That she hasn’t moved speaks well for the rest of the night. She sees me, and her cock twitches again, clearly starting to recover from her orgasm at the bar.

“I gave you a freebie, you don’t get another one yet,” I whisper to her.

I hold the little cage of anodized aluminum up to her eyes, “Do you know what this is?”

She nods yes, “Chastity cage, Mistress.”

“Good, Now be still.”

I drop to my knees in front of her toned legs. She’s trying to harden again, so I work quickly to clip the cage together in place. Once she’s secure, I scrape my nails along her, in between the fine bars, eliciting a whimper.

I stand, brushing stray curls from my face. I can clearly see the blush of arousal on her chest and shoulders, now.

“I like your eyes,” she whispers.

It catches me completely off guard and I feel the rush of heat in my face as I blush. It makes me almost painfully hard in my own panties, the tip jutting above the waistband. “Thank you,” I smile.

I extend my hand, pointing down the hallway to the bedroom, “Kneel at the foot of my bed, Sissy”.

I follow her down the hall, my heavy platforms resounding heavier than the tic-tic of her heels, as I watch her carefully maneuver in the unfamiliar shoes.

It takes her a moment, and she folds her legs underneath herself more gracefully than I would have given her credit for. I take a length of soft rope and bind her wrists to the black tube steel of the bed. She’s shaking again, and I tip her face up to mine as I kiss her, lightly, tugging gently at her mouth.

“Are you ok,” I ask?

“Y-yes, Mistress Jae.”

I sink in front of her to my knees, one hand reaches out, caresses her thighs, up her stomach to find the tiny pink bud hidden under the silky white bar. I take it between two fingers and twist, my reward is her sharp intake of breath.

“Now, Sissy, let’s talk rules.”

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Chapter Ten: My First Saturday and Sunday as They are Special Days For Us.

“Wake up girls.” as sissy Traci calls out to us.

We all rise from our sleep and another day in our sissy maids, sissy sluts lives begins. Just like in the previous days starts we spend our time with a morning enema, shower, shave and makeup.

We get dressed but not in any maids outfits as it’s Saturday and from what I’m learning a very different day for us sissy girls. We are to dress up as sissy sluts. All twelve girls in our three dorm rooms are quickly dressing as sluts.

I begin with a white satin bra, my breast forms and a white satin padded panty. I go with black sheer stocking with lace tops and my black lace garter belt. I put on a black velvet mini dress which has a pleated a-line skirt. I step into a pair of black suede 5 inch spike heel pumps.

The other girls dress in black sheer stockings too with black lace garter belts. Traci puts on a blue satin blouse and black cotton pencil mini-skirt and black leather 5 inch spike heel pumps. Trish puts a pink silk blouse on and a black faux leather mini-skirt, her shoes are also black leather 5 inch spike heel pumps. Finally Camille puts on a bright red silk mini-dress with its tight pencil skirt and red suede 5 inch spike heel pumps. We all grab our purses and black cropped jackets, a spritz of perfume and it’s off to breakfast as per usual.

After breakfast all twelve of us girls relax for a while until the bus arrives about 10:00am to pick us up to drive all twelve of us sissy sluts to the main farm that will have us serve farm workers sexually for the rest of the day.

We arrive at the farm about 10:50am, assemble and are led to the building where the sex will be done to us. I’m very nervous, but my dorm room sisters try to keep me calm. The building I walk into is plain with a few porta-potties set up. Another set up enema station and bags filled ready to use. We are instructed by the staff to go to the room where twelve single size mattresses are stacked up. We each pick out a mattress and in our heels carry them to the main room. The mattresses are assembled in two rows of six where each row face the other. We put on clean sheets and each of us sit on our mattress. We will be free to take sex, either anally or orally at 11:00am sharp and for the next three hours (11:00am to 2:00pm) farm workers from this farm and bused in from other farms will arrive to have sex with each of us sissy sluts.

We then get a 15 minute break, which then will set us up for another 3 hour sex session (from 2:15pm to 5:15pm), of which we get another 15 minute break. We then go from 5:30pm to 8:30pm with as usual another 15 minute break. Our last session will take us from 8:45pm to 10:30pm. Traci tells me that it’s constant sex short of our mini breaks.

She tells me that staff at ‘The Agency’ likes each of us to have at minimum forty sex sessions and they really want us to reach fifty. I’m at a loss with this info. I think, ‘fuck, what the Hell? I’m going to have sex with at least forty men and hopefully to ‘The Agency’s hopes even more?’

“It’s going to be ok Chantel.” Traci says.

I reply a bit bewildered, “Oh God I am not sure if I can handle that much sex.”

Camille chimes in, “Hun, you will, you will, we all will. Just relax and when you are being fucked up your ass, let the men do it. When you suck cock, be happy at the feeling of glorious cock in your mouth and knowing the men will cum in your mouth.”

I reply, “Yes, Camille you are right. I”m sure I’ll be ok.”

We are all told to get ready as it’s about to turn 11:00am. The doors will be open and soon a group of horny farm workers will come and use each and every one of us.

The doors fly open and as I along with all my sissy sisters kneel on our mattresses men come towards us. I soon see the guy heading right for me. “Bend over, ass up in the air bitch.” he says.

I do as I’m told, already pre lubed and as I say “Yes Sir.” my ass is bare and ready to be fucked. My man kneels and soon begin forcing his stiff cock up my butt hole. I moan and groan as he gets to business. I scan around me seeing the other girls being fucked or on knees sucking men off. ‘What a sight.’ I think, I mean jeez twelve sissy sluts either being fucked up our butt holes by men who are just horny farm workers or having them stuff cocks in mouths.

My man begins some major butt fucking of me and we both groan loudly and I accept my situation. Soon he has a good hard but constant fucking rhythm. I look at Camille who is facing me on her mattress and is also being hard fucked too. She smiles at me and I return the smile. I then look at Trish who happens to be sucking some guy off and then Traci beside me to my left as she too is being fucked hard up her sissy ass.

In a few minutes my first man cums inside me and then pulls out. He does up his pants and walks away. Before I can rest another guy is on my back side and soon shoves Ümraniye Fetiş Escort his hard cock up my ass. Moans and groans are par for the course. The knowing I’m being fucked by some farm workers I do not know has my mind wander off and I think about how my life now goes, my lack of power to control it, myself being just some faggot, sissy slut.

The room is filled with a cacophony of men groaning and grunting as they fuck sissy ass or get sucked off by sissies. We all add our moans to this mix of sounds. It’s all sex, sex, sex. Men who just want to get their rocks off and enjoy fucking sissy sluts without any care of our well beings or fears and even desires. But of course being the faggot sissies we are, we all desire the sex we get.

Three hours later and we get our first 15 minute break. Some of us get on the porta-potties, others drink water to help wash the taste of semen down. The girls who relieve their bowels in the porta-potties must quickly hook up and give themselves a quick enema. What a fucking sight we all must be. Such is our sissy lives.

Soon we are back on our mattresses for another three hours of sex with horny male farm workers. For me I’m being fucked more that I suck right now but I’m putting out well enough. There are wet cum stains on my mattress sheets as I take it all in. The ejaculations and then more cocks pounding my sissy as can’t help but not have cum splurt out of my butt hole and run down my legs, soak my panty and drip on the mattress. The other sissy girls endure much the same. Again the common sounds by both men fucking or being sucked off and us sissy sluts being fucked or doing the sucking is moans, groans and grunts. Sounds of life for sissy sluts like us.

Another 15 minute break like the previous one and back to more fucking and sucking. The night goes like this for us all until it ends at 10:30pm. All twelve of us are a mess as we wipe cum out of our butt holes, drink water to wash down the last cum shots. Pick up and put our mattresses back away.

As we assemble to load back on our bus that will take us back to ‘The Agency’ we are to score card our nights. I was used by 45 men, I gave 15 blowjobs and was fucked 30 times. I’m proud of my first Saturday farm fuck session. It looks like all of us girls made 40 men minimum, one girl got to 50 men, so our Master’s should be happy with us.

The bus trip home was rather quiet as we all are tired, sore, and feel so used. It is a sissy slut’s life. But any chatter is positive about us being the best little faggot sissies we can.

Once at our dorm room we strip to our bras and panties, wash our make up off at the communal bathroom and get ready for lights out at midnight. My sissy sisters congratulated me for my first Saturday session. I’m told Sunday is a typically light day for us, we will have reward or punishment though at 1:00pm. Soon we all drift to sleep.

Sunday Morning arrives, we all wake up as per usual at 7:00am sharp and proceed with our regular washing, grooming and dressing routine. By 8:30am we are all having our breakfast.

From 9:00am until 12:00noon every Sunday all of us maids are to do our laundry, making sure to hand wash our delicates and intimates. It’s busy for all of us to find time to put in washing machines our outerwear, while these items wash all twelve of us sissies wash the delicates in bathroom sinks. Our outerwear is appropriately dried in dryers but we all take our delicates back to our dorm rooms where a laundry line is strung up so that these items can drip dry. What a frilly, femmy, sissy sight it is to see many pairs of pantyhose, tights, stockings, panties and bras hanging up on these lines in our dorm room.

We also must clean our dorm room, change our bed sheets so that the dirty ones can be washed, dust, vacuum and make sure our dorm rooms are spotless. All this keeps us busy until our 12:00 noon lunch time.

With all twelve of us sissy maids getting our lunch together, again it’s simple sandwiches and we are allowed some instant/microwaveable soup too. We can have coffee or juice as well. Being Sunday which is generally our rest day all of us girls are able to eat and chat until 12:50 pm, double our normal lunch break. At 12:50pm we all must wash our plates, bowls, silverware, mugs and glasses.

At 1:00pm sharp we all must assemble in the locker room as it will be our weekly Reward or Punishment time. For me this will be my first one. Traci calms me down as she sees I’m nervous. But soon all twelve sissy maids, in our maids dresses, pantyhose or tights, high heels, wigs and make up are standing at attention in a line abreast, eyes down. Our Masters and their Mistress wives enter the room, we all in unison curtsey and say, ” Good Afternoon Masters and Mistresses.”

Master Randolph says, “Girls it’s time to review you all for punishment or reward. We all reviewed your performances over the last week and we have good news but then bad news. First, all Ümraniye Gecelik Escort twelve of you performed well enough to not be singled out for punishment. This said as you all shall know means that two of you girls must volunteer or be chosen among all you sissies to be punished. Only our new girl Chantel is exempt for this week.”

Traci speaks for us with a question, “Dear Masters and Mistresses, what shall be the prescribed punishment for this week?”

Master Mark replies, “Traci two of you girls will be placed on the ‘fuck’ benches and paddled twenty times as punishment.”

For me I am all amazed at what I am seeing and hearing here. It seems that even if all of us sissy girls perform well each week that some girls will have to volunteer or be selected among us to be punished anyways. For me though this week I get a new girl reprieve.

Mistress Linda says, “You girls can choose to make such choice yourselves or surrender the choice to us in which we will pick two of you out for this paddling.”

Traci says, “We will choose to pick our choice Mistress.”

Mistress Linda says, “Ok sissy Traci, you all have 2 minutes to pick two volunteers.”

Soon I find myself huddled among my sissy sisters and we are talking about who shall volunteer. It must be a sight to see, twelve faggot sissy maids in pink and black maids dresses, pantyhose or tights and high heels all chatting among each other. Soon though we find sissy Jennifer volunteers. We have to pick one more girl and quick as two minutes will pass quickly. To our luck sissy Camille also volunteers. The rest of us genuinely thank them for volunteering for the paddling.

We all stand back at attention as Traci says, “Masters and Mistresses, we will have sissy Jennifer and sissy Camille volunteer for the paddling.”

Master Randolph then says, “Sissies Jennifer and Camille come over and get on a ‘fuck’ bench, on your hands and knees.”

Both sissy girls walk to the ‘fuck’ benchs and each get on a bench on their hands and knees. They are ordered to pull up their dresses and petticoats, then pull down their pantyhose and panties. Soon we all observe their bare buttock exposed, thrust up ready for a good, firm paddling. They are told to thank their Masters after each swat and ask for the next one. I can sense trepidation in their eyes as they know it’s going to be a painful twenty swats, but such is an enslaved sissy’s life.

Both Masters will each deliver the swats as the Mistresses will count them out. For me my mind is a mess as I’m going to witness a punishment of two of my sissy sisters but more so out of volunteering for such punishment.

The locker room is dead quiet as ten of us stand at attention and await the paddling. The silence is ended as we all hear a swoosh from each paddle as they swing through the air and a firm crack as the paddles both make contact on the bare bottoms of sissy Jennifer and Camille. The sound of such made me shudder. Both sissy girls let out a cry as they take the pain of the swats, they then say, “Thank you Masters, may we have another one?” Mistresses count out “ONE”. The next swat follows with the same results. Swat after swat I observe what is happening still in shock and I look at the other maids, all of us are quiet as we witness a firm paddling of two sissy sisters.

By the tenth swat each I see their buttocks are very pink from the paddling, they have ten more swats to endure. We all can see they are in tears as they give thanks after each swat and ask for another. The rest of us watching know this is all psychological training of us as well. I mean for me being my first time watching this my mind is being thoroughly conditioned to who are our Masters and Mistresses and their power over us sissies.

Thankfully we all witness the twentieth swats of each sissy girl. Their bottoms must be burning and the pinkish hue certainly tells us all what has just happened. Both girls are then told to stand back up and are given cool damp wash cloths to hold n their bottoms. They scamper back in line with pantyhose and panties down around their knees. We all gave thanks for being allowed to witness the paddling and we also give thanks to Jennifer and Camille.

Soon though Masters and Mistresses move on to the next topic and it revolves around me.

Master Mark says, “Sissy Chantel, step forward.”

I do as I’m told and curtsey before them.

Master Mark says, “Chantel in trying to be very fair Masters and owners especially when we have a new sissy girl we all give opportunity to the new girl. Since you have been here for four days you have gotten a taste of what a sissy maid and slut’s life will be here at ‘The Agency’ As we video the following you will be given three choices which will affect your future with us, do you understand?”

I reply, “Oh yes sir I understand sir.”

Mark adds, “Ok over on the table you will see three sets of documents. One set also has two changes Ümraniye Genç Escort of male clothing. This document is one that lets you be free from your enslavement with us here. You will be free to leave and can change into male clothes. Now, lost monies, your sold off car and house cannot be returned but a cheque of $15,000.00 will be severance and will help you return back to a male’s lifestyle. There will be no other conditions, you will be able to leave and taken your femme clothes with you.”

I am standing before them all stunned at what I hear. ‘You mean I can leave this slavery if I want.’ I think.

Mistress Janet takes over, “Chantel your next choice if you do not want to be free from your slavery with us here will be a document that binds you for one full year to this date as a sissy maid and sissy slut. The document rides with the contract you already signed with us but puts an official sunset clause in your slavery with us.”

Hmm I’m thinking, ‘Why would I want to sign that contract if I can sign out from my slavery here?’

Master Mark adds more, “Chantel, your third choice is a document that confirms you slavery with us but ‘INDEFINITELY!’ Which means only we can choose how long you will live and serve as our sissy maid and sissy slut. But trust us, it will likely the rest of your life or if you become incapable of serving to our requirements, at such time we will retire you out as an Old Maid.” He adds, “Now Chantel if you choose the indefinite document we will reward you today with a $1500.00 gift card that you will be able to go out this afternoon and go shopping for $1500.00 of feminine things. Now before you decide, remember your choice will be final. But recall you chose to way back a number of weeks ago role play sissy maid and slut. We are offering you the continuance of true sissy slavery. The other eleven girls all had the same options given to them as they were brought into slavery here. None of them chose to leave the lifestyle, so choose wisely.”

I am standing a bit bewildered, I look at my sissy sisters and think, ‘why did they not choose to leave and to be free?’ I think about my choices and walk up to the table, I see male clothes and three documents. It should be so easy, choose freedom, but why then am I struggling here? Jeez I should be signing the document that frees me and I get at least $15,000.00 to help me get my male life back in order. But dammit a part of me knows I’m a sissy faggot as scary, tough and confusing as slavery is a part of me loves the feeling of knowing how my life as a sissy maid and slut will be. To know my Masters will rule fully over me is a bit comforting. To see eleven other sissy girls here and to know none of them chose to be free from it all is really a powerful feeling on my mind.

I make my choice and believe it or not I actually pick up a pen and sign the document for my indefinite enslavement. I mean WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME! But as if I’m under the mental control of another person I finish signing this document.

I pick up the document and the $1500.00 gift card and walk back to where Masters and Mistresses are. I curtsey and as I hand them the document I say, “Dear Masters and Mistresses, I have chose to stay on as an indefinite sissy slave. It will be my honour and desire to hopefully live my life out enslaved to you all and under your dominance and control of me and my sissy life.”

They all smile as Master Randolph says, “Congratulations Chantel, we think you made the right choice. Sissy slavery is for you and you know it, just as it is for your sissy sisters here. You will never be offered freedom from your service ever again. Only we will decide your eventual fate. You can now live to concentrate on being the best sissy slave that you can. Slavery to us at ‘The Agency’ will all you will be and do from now on.”

Mistress Linda now adds, “Sissy Chantel, by your agreement you have been gifted a $1500.00 gift card that you will be able to use out shopping for feminine things today. That card is yours, but if you wish you may choose to surrender it and take these twelve $200.00 gifts cards, one will be yours all be it only for $200.00 but you can please your sissy sisters by gifting them $200.00 each and as such all twelve of you will be able to go out shopping today for feminine things. It’s your choice dear.”

I take a few moments and think but I know I must live with my eleven other sissy sisters and want to make them feel good today, so I agree to take the twelve $200.00 cards and hand eleven out to my sissy sisters and just keep $200.00 for myself. Everyone is pleased with me and my choice.

Once all of us have a $200.00 gift card we are told that at 3:00pm will will be able to leave dressed in our maids outfits to go out shopping in public. It’s 1:45pm right now and we are told a further reward will be allowing all of us to have our chastity devices taken off, freeing our sissy dicks. We are told that from now about 1:45pm until 2:30pm will will engage in a sissy orgy, a group sex session right here in the locker room. So I guess we will suck, fuck be sucked and be fucked by each other sissy girl… WHAT A LIFE! I moment we will be engaging in this sissy sex, then go out shopping. Sundays are quite special days I figure.

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Something was irritating me. My feet felt odd, like they were jammed inside too-small shoes, and I couldn’t spread my legs out to stretch. I awoke with a start as I realized my panties were acting like a hobble, pulled down as they were, just above my knees. As I rolled over to adjust things, my shoulders felt the bra and I moaned with the sheer ecstasy of it all. I sat up, finally opened my eyes, and there was my Jenny, lying beside me languid and smiling at me with her head leaning on her left arm and hand. Her hair was messy and sexy.

The room smelled like sex, perfume, pheromones, sweat, and lubricating fluids a mix unlike any other. I reached down to pull up my panties and brushed the half dried semen on my lower belly that was dumped upon me before Jen rolled off during our sleep. I smiled and reached for her.

But she pulled away. “We have to talk,” she said, the smile gone.

“What? Like a debriefing after the event?” I laughed.

Jenny was smiling slightly, but serious as she said, “Yeah, I guess. Something like that.”

My heart was sinking. She didn’t like this after all. I was going to be put down, parceled up and put away again, just like the rest of my life to date. I reached for the covers on the bed and covered myself up, embarrassed and ashamed once again. Did it ever end?

Jen continued, “Look Jackie…Jake, I…” She got up and wrapped herself in her bath robe, “I’m mixed up and afraid about this. I feel weird. I feel excited, but right now I don’t feel comfortable. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea. I dunno; what do you think?”

I had become very good at stifling my desires, as my self esteem was tuned low, so I said carefully and with concern for her, not me, “I understand. It was fun, but I get it. Maybe it’s not for you.”

I actually felt completely crushed and I continued by blurting out, “Would you mind leaving the room while I get out of these things?” I couldn’t stand the thought of being in her presence dressed like this. I was breathing shallowly, almost nauseous, and I waited for her to leave.

“No,” she said softly, shaking her head, “you don’t understand. I’m the one with the problem, not you.”

I looked at her, puzzled, “What the hell do you have a problem with other than the fact that your husband is a pervert?” I was angry, and now selfish; I was anguished. My world at that moment was very, very small; I was thinking of me.

“Jake, stop it! You are not a pervert. Well, actually you are…but that’s not the problem. I think I am too. That’s the problem.” And she laughed slightly.

“Jen, look; I’m the one dressed in a garter belt. I understand where this has to go. It’s okay. The way it was before is okay. I’ll always love you; that’s what’s important.”

It was not okay. I knew it. Don’t go there. Don’t go there. Don’t ever go there.

Jen looked at me and started to pace the room. What the hell was going on inside her head I wondered? She continued to stare and pace, stare and pace, pausing only long enough to gulp down some very warm leftover Chardonnay on the vanity. Finally she came over to me and sat down on the edge of the bed, curiously pulling the sheet down, away from my neck, and gently touching my gartered hips.

“Jake…Jackie? I have a confession to make.” I started to ask her what it was, but she put her hand up making me stop.

“Jake, I’ve put you through misery for seven years. No, don’t say anything; I have to get this off my mind. You presented me with your fantasies about five years ago I believe, and I shut you down. Ümraniye Grup Escort No, let me finish! The reason I did that is not what you think, not what you think at all.”

Jen paused to control herself. Were those tears? Jen never cried. Ever. I was speechless as I waited. I couldn’t imagine what could be so traumatic, that she would be in such a state. Did she have a lover? Did she never love me? No, I trusted her; she loved me; she had to; she just had to.

“The reason I shut you down was because…was because I was…I was afraid of the unknown. I was afraid of me, not you. Opening up Pandora’s Box like that would have been an uncontrolled event, one that I didn’t understand, one that would have changed our dream of having a normal family, all that stuff.”

“Oh, honey…honey, don’t,” I said as I hugged her close. She was crying now as we both remembered the surgery three years ago, the closing event on our plans for having children.

She straightened up and wiped the tears away, “Let me finish. Now that it’s just us, and always will be, things are different, but I’m still afraid. Jake, I can’t be “out of control”; you know that. I hate it when I can’t control things. The problem is…well, the problem is…”

The problem was that she wasn’t spitting it out, as far as I was concerned.

She continued, “The problem is that the thought of you dressed up in girdles, corsets and skirts is… Damn it; it’s just plain erotic for me. It always has been, and I don’t know whether I’m a lesbian or what! I thought I could handle it, but I’m not sure I can. There, I said it!” And she stood up abruptly and stared at me with her hands on her hips.

I was dumbfounded, “You mean I’m not the problem? You’re the problem?”

I couldn’t help it. My shame and guilt evaporated like mist on a hot frying pan and I started to laugh. I laughed hysterically until I noticed she wasn’t. My shaking shoulders became still and I held out my hand to her, “Honey, come here. You could be attracted to door frames and I’d still love you. You’ve just made me the happiest man on the planet. Unbelievable! My fantasies are yours? And YOU have a problem? Come on; let’s get up and crack open another bottle and talk okay? I’ll get out of these things.”

My laughter hadn’t been completely wasted I saw, as she smiled and said, “No, damn it; get up and put your skirt back on. Then we’ll talk.”

For the first time in my life I pulled the skirt up over my hips, did up the back zipper and smoothed my blouse as best I could, all without guilt or shame. Everything swished as I moved and the exhilaration was palpable. I wanted her again.

Later, sitting at the kitchen table, candles lit, we talked, and it was the most warm and honest talk we had ever had. Intimate secrets, all held close till now, revealed themselves like crocuses under retreating spring snow.

“Jen, there’s one thing I don’t understand. If this is your reaction to this, you must have known that you might feel this way, and yet you say you ordered a corset and breast fillers for me. Why?”

She stared at her wine glass and delicately stopped a run of wine down the side of the glass. “Well, I simply underestimated the power of it I guess. This is harder for me than I thought and in a very different way.”

I thought about that for a second and then said, “You say you studied my fetish for quite awhile. Well, you must also know that a man like me quite often needs to be controlled, to be dominated if you will, by a woman. You say you feel out Ümraniye Manken Escort of control. I don’t get it. You can control everything if you want. It’s just you and me. What does it matter?”

Her eyes flashed green again in the candle light and she had the strangest look, a Mona Lisa look. “That’s exactly what Jillian said,” she mumbled.

My heart froze. “Jillian! Jillian? Your friend and my friend Jillian? Doug’s wife, Jillian? You were talking to her? About me? About this?”

Jen froze then too. “You mean you didn’t actually know about Doug? For God’s sake Jake, do you know him at all? Haven’t you noticed his face?” She shook her head in amazement in a “duh” moment.

There was a hole opening up in the fog. “Wait…you mean Doug is a cross dresser? What about his face?” I squinted my eyes trying to picture him and then I got it; he had the strangest eyebrows I had ever seen, slim, arched, feminine. Contrived, that was it, contrived. And Jillian always told him what to do and where to do it.

“Oh. My. God. So is Doug gay?” I asked, immediately realizing the ludicrous and universally accepted way of categorizing a cross dressing male.

“No, he’s not. Are you?” Jen asked sarcastically, “I can’t believe you said that. She’s been in control of him for years now after she caught him dressing in her clothes.”

I tried to picture him all dressed up and it didn’t work in my mind. I watched football games with him for Christ’s sake. We golfed together and we swore like troopers when we hit a drive off the fairway. We pissed on tree trunks side by side in the bushes. Dressed up and made up? No, no, and no. I closed my eyes and shook my head. Then my mind came back to the real issue.

“You talked to her about my cross dressing? How could you do that? How long ago was that?” I had visions of Jillian and Doug imagining me in women’s clothes and I shuddered. I was angry and it showed.

Jen was never one to back down from a fight, and sensing one now she bristled at my anger. “Look, thanks in no small measure to Jillian, you are sitting here right now dressed in, let me see…garter belt and hose, panties, bra, blouse and skirt, with other goodies on order. And it seems to me you really like it, don’t you… JACKIE? You can go change out of them right now and I can cancel the orders. You want that?”

The way she said “Jackie” I found humiliating, but strangely erotic. I was silent as I pondered that. I liked humiliation? Did I? I calmed down and said, “Yes, I’m afraid I do like it. A lot. But why did you have to talk to someone else about it?”

“Simple; I saw our marriage disintegrating before my eyes and I talked to my best friend about it. Girls do that you know. It’s the way we cope.”

I poured myself another glass of wine, stared at it droopy-eyed, and then pushed it away, realizing I had hit the limit. There was no more upside to drinking, only downside. I sighed, “Okay, I get it. What’s done is done. So, what did she tell you?”

Jenny had pushed her wine aside as well and got up to get a drink of water instead. “Many things,” she answered, and her eyes flashed green again.

What was different about her now, I wondered? Suddenly my wife was this mysterious person who knew more about me than I knew about her, or maybe even myself. Quietly I said, “Don’t drink the water.”

“Why?”

“Something in the water here, remember?”

We both stared at each other for a few moments and then we burst out laughing.

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“You didn’t answer me. What did she tell you?” I asked.

“Yes I did answer you, but I can add this. Cross dressing is something that can get out of control. If I let you, you’ll be dressed all the time or at the very least, times when I don’t want you to be. I’m not saying I wouldn’t like that; I’m just saying that I have to be the one in control of the journey. I buy your clothes; I tell you what to wear, when, and how long. Any body alterations will be my decision, not yours. My actual fantasy is…umm, oh never mind.”

I perked up at this. “No, you can’t leave me hanging like that.”

“Okay, you asked for it. I think I want a real man, real penis, a man that looks like a real woman, real boobs, all that. How’s that for kinky? And you say you’re the kinky one!”

My penis stirred in my panties and my face started that burning sensation again. “Real boobs? Wait a minute here. That’s actually been a fantasy of mine but it’s not realistic. I have a job, friends, all that. This can’t go beyond the bedroom. Could it?” I stopped and started to imagine myself out in public dressed as a woman, “passing” with the help of bouncy breast implants. It excited and scared the hell out of me. “I was just thinking; this could be a life changing event couldn’t it?”

She sat in silence for awhile, thinking. “I suppose that’s true. I guess I should make some rules for you to follow shouldn’t I?”

Jen took a few sips of water and started pacing. “Okay, just so I can ease myself into this a little bit slower, here are the rules then. Number one: you dress up only when I say; number two: I am the object of your desires…no masturbation.” I tried to interrupt. “No,” she said, you told me years ago that you sometimes masturbated when you dressed. I don’t like that. I remember EVERYTHING.”

“And number three: I make the rules. There; I actually feel better, but I can’t help but feel like I’m a slutty dominatrix or something.”

We laughed at this and I said, “Well, maybe you are dear; maybe you are.”

We both looked at the clock at the same time. It was 1:00 AM.

“Jackie?” she said softly, “It’s time we went to bed to sleep this time. But I can’t help it; I have to fix your makeup. Oh, and I have another item for you to wear. Take your blouse and skirt, hose and garter belt off and I’ll show you.”

I followed her like a puppy into the bedroom and the closet where she held up the most exquisite sky-blue satin nightwear. Jen unbuttoned my blouse so I could remove it and I slipped out of the skirt, hose and garter belt and I let the satin gown fall over my body. It had a heavy feel but slipped over my skin without friction. I was breathing heavily as she sat me down at the vanity once again to fix my makeup. Who did she think she was fooling, I said to myself, as she reapplied the mascara, eye shadow and lipstick? She wanted sex again and I did too.

Happy and relaxed other than the sexual energy, we went to bed. She laid with her back to me as we spooned, silk and satin on silk and satin.

“That’s it baby. I want you to want me. I’m done for tonight. Good night. I love you,” she whispered.

“Ohhh,” I groaned, “Okay, I love you too.”

“Good boy. Remember, I control things now. Sleep tight baby. Early to work tomorrow.”

I lay there swimming in the silk and satin of my gown as she pulled away from me and went to sleep. The last thought I can remember before sleep overtook me as well, was how could our world have changed so fast?

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By the third decade of the twenty-first century, the economy had finally imploded and the demand for employees appeared to permanently dry up. It appeared that a high rate of unemployment exceeding 17% would be a permanent fixture in the social fabric. Hordes of twenty-somethings had permanently indentured themselves with student loan debts that they could never hope to pay off.

Naturally, society had to find ways to deal with and “warehouse” the permanent unemployable underclass. It soon became apparent that there were many in the population who had hardwired submissive tendencies that could be exploited as free labor and as domestic sex slaves.

There arose a sub rosa army of specially trained men and women who were deputized to go undercover to the bars and social functions to ferret out attractive men and women wrestling with their submissive tendencies. After a few drinks, they would be cajoled to come home with the deputized slavers where they would be seduced and stripped of their autonomy as free citizens. Once enslaved, they would be registered as live stock with the USDA.

It was becoming more and more common place and socially acceptable to see a naked man or woman collared and leashed walked down the street by an elegantly dressed owner.

Carl was twenty-seven years, had a decent job as an insurance adjuster. He could not sustain a long-term relationship with a woman and over the years became increasingly driven by fantasies of being dominated and humiliated by beautiful women. He had tried to put these desires out of his mind but over time they became more insistent and compulsive. He knew only too well that it had become illegal to have these thoughts and that these impulses would eventually spell his demise.

It was on that fateful Friday night, he saw Chloe at the bar. She was a mocha mulatto woman, with long frizzy hair covering her shoulders, beautifully formed breasts filling out her expensive blouse, thick sensual lips. Her five foot eight inch frame was further enhanced by her four inch stiletto heels.

She smiled at him when he offered to buy her a drink. They made small talk all evening and hit the dance floor when one of them heard a favorite song.

She told him she really liked him and asked if he would like to go to her place for a night cap.

His imagination sizzled as she took out her keys to unlock the front door. As she switched on the lamp he was impressed with the fine taste evidenced by her décor. The clicking of her high heels on the hard floor somehow excited him. The rugs, the paintings on the wall, the small sculptures on the table exuded the sophistication of an accomplished collector.

“Can I make you a Crème de mint?” she asked.

She had him sit on the couch Ümraniye Öğrenci Escort was she went to the bar to mix the drinks.

Watching him slowly imbibe the drink she prepared, she asked him to tell her about the details of his life, where he grew up, his relationships. The drink was relaxing him, giving him a strong buzz. He could feel the heat of her gaze and felt his inhibitions slipping away. She clicked the remote for soft jazz music.

What kind of work do you do, Chloe?

“I guess you could say I’m something of a psychotherapist, Carl. I help men deal with their issues”.

“What kind of issues?”

“Well, many men find it stressful and tiring to maintain control in their jobs and everyday routine. They would like to find a safe outlet, a safe place in which they can surrender responsibility for outcomes and allow someone else to take control.”

“I like to think I provide a safe haven for them to explore the submissive side of their nature. They rely on me to help them explore their darkest fantasies.”

Carl could not help but feel his mind wandering.

“Chloe, what do you think of the reemergence of slavery in our society?”

“Don’t you think we’re taking a big step backwards?” Carl slurred.

“Not at all”, Chloe stated authoritatively. “I think the demands of our modern society have given rise to a need to more forcefully ‘manage’ certain segments of our society.

“What do you mean”, carl slurred.

“Well, first of all, it is clear that we will never be able to gainfully employ sufficient portions of our society. The unemployed if left to their own devices would be a drag on our economy and the government can no longer tax the working public enough to support those who can’t work. The unemployed must now make themselves useful for the rest of us. It’s only fitting that those of inferior ability or moral character be enslaved to serve the rest of us. Don’t you think?”

Carl tried to ponder her comments as she began to stroke his hair.

“I do like you Carl, and I believe that we can get to know each other much better.”

She began to kiss and softly bite his neck. He could feel her tongue going down his neck and his head began to pleasantly spin. She put her tongue in his mouth and he could taste her alcohol.

Slowly she removed his necktie, and began to unbutton his dress shirt. Her tongue swirled around his hardening nipples as her hand explored his inner thighs and crotch.

Suddenly, she gazed into his eyes caressing his cheeks with her finely manicured nails. Once she sensed his acquiescence, she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly.

She motioned to him and he raised his butt for her to pull down his trousers. She was wearing Ümraniye Çıtır Escort an Ann Klein II suit, black nylons, a Rolex watch, and he was wearing only his briefs. Her fingers were running up and down his chest and torso and occasionally tracing the outline of his erection coming thru the briefs.

Carl felt contented surrendering his power to her. Feeling quite intoxicated he felt contentment in the shadow of her authority over him.

She began to look at him long and hard. There was suddenly sadness in her eyes.

“Carl, I think I like you a lot. I think I like you too much to do this but it seems neither one of us has too much choice in this matter.”

“I don’t understand, Chloe.” carl whispered.

“Carl, it’s apparent that you are excited by me because I am a powerful woman, and you are excited by the idea of surrendering your power to me.”

“Carl, it is obvious that you are a submissive man and by the power invested in me by the State as a deputized slaver, I have no choice but to do what I have been deputized to do and you have no choice but to surrender to your need to submit to me.”

Chloe slipped her hands under the elastic band of his briefs and pulled them off, leaving Carl’s engorged penis exposed to her.

“I kind of wished you and I could have pursued a normal relationship as equals but I can see you only have the moral fiber and will power to be a slave.”

“Once you ejaculate within my fingers you will forfeit all rights as a free citizen. You will forfeit the right to wear clothing. You will forfeit the right to make any kind of decisions. You will forfeit all state granted licenses. And you will be shipped to a state facility where you will be trained to serve an owner who can sell you at auction when he or she tires of you.”

Carl was trying with difficulty to grasp the situation but his besotted brain offered him no assistance. Right now he was being driven by his smaller brain.

“What saddens me most of all, carl is even after I’ve warned you about what is about to happen, you are still aroused and erect in my hands” stated Chloe.

“Once I make you ejaculate, you will lose your humanity and forever forfeit your freedom.”

“As much as I am attracted to you, I will never see you in a setting like this as two responsible free adults, equals, exploring a future together but rather I’ll be checking in with you at the Facility where you will be naked, collared, leashed.”

“You will spend your time being trained, humiliated and exhibited in front of prospective owners.”

carl dimly realized his urges had caught up with him and there was no turning back. He could no longer be a free man in this society. He did not deserve a place in Ümraniye Elit Escort the food chain among normal working people. He knew his place and Chloe would reluctantly take him there.

As on cue, he started to thrust his hips. She poured baby oil on his balls and his cock.

He could feel her nails gently scratching his balls.

Slowly, she began stroking his well oiled cock.

You have a nice cock, carl. You will serve your lucky owner well.

Chloe was performing the job she had been trained to do and he could feel the male essence in him boiling. She switched on a light and he could see the digital video camera on top of the bookcase recording the event on-line to satisfy the legal formalities.

“I’ll try to make this last as long as I can”, she cooed. “I want you to experience your remaining freedom as long as you can”.

Up and down her right hand went. As her hand went up his shaft, her power over him grew. As her hand went down his shaft, his power over himself diminished. With the other hand, she caressed his balls.

“It’s ok, carl. You don’t need to be ashamed. After all, this is what you are, and we can always find a place in society for a wretched creature like you”.

“I’ll come to see you at your reorientation classes, and we will both remember what we could have had together. I’m sorry for that carl.”

carl felt like he was floating on a cloud of ecstasy. He always knew there would be consequences but the time had come when he no longer cared.

He would no longer have to worry about making a living or competing in the world. Chloe and her ilk would forever provide for him and take care of his animal needs.

He was about to shed his dignity, his autonomy, and his claim as a human. Once he spilled his seed into Chloe’s expectant fingers, he would be nothing more than an animal in everyone’s eyes. The State would register him as livestock.

Suddenly, carl reached his point of no return. His entire body tightened up on him. All the fantasy pictures he had carried up to this point began to flash in front of his eyes.

“It’s ok, carl, let it go.”.Chloe whispered. “I’m here to catch it. I’m here to catch you.”

Carl could feel his testicles explode. This was at once a celebration of his life, a celebration of his death as a free person and his birth as a subservient beast of burden.

This is what he always wanted. His cock exploded like a hand grenade. His sperm spurted out into her hands, splashing all over his stomach and her elegant blouse and skirt.

Her thick lips gave him a smile suggesting contempt and regret. She looked at him like a conquered prey. She was amused by the irony that as a young black woman she was instrumental in the enslavement of so many young and willing white men.

Two paramedics came in through the front door one brandishing handcuffs, the other brandishing a digital camera to record the scene. Chloe grabbed his buttocks and kissed him on the cheek before he was lead away naked and leashed to an uncertain future.

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