Scared Swimsuit Sissy

"Don't look so sad and worried, Sissy!" my Mistress said to me.  "You look lovely!"

I tentatively emerged from the bedroom wearing the tight and sexy swimsuit my Mistress had purchased for me.  I had never been outside in public in anything so skimpy and revealing.  I was scared to death to leave the safety of our hotel room.

"All those hunky men sitting around the pool will go absolutely crazy when they see you parading around the pool area looking like that!" Mistress said with delight. 

I was horrified by the image Mistress painted.  Mistress had chosen a hotel that was packed with men attending the big convention in town this week.  The pool would undoubtably be crowded with rowdy, horny men, just like Mistress said.

"Maybe if you're lucky, some beefy stud will offer to rub sun tan lotion on you.  Now hurry up and grab your towel and put on your sandals.  I don't want to keep all those hot men waiting!"

Graduating Sissies

It was Graduation Day at the Sissy Academy!

After nine months of intensive behavior and body modifications and training at the Academy, the six Sissies had been fully transformed.

None of the Sissies had "enrolled" in the Academy voluntarily.  Three were deposited at the Academy by vengeful wives, one by  an angry stepmother, and two had been runaway teenage boys kidnapped from the bus station.

The training and transformation process had been brutal and relentless.   Any resisitance or display of masculine behaviour was swiftly and harshly punished.  Extensive plastic surgery was performed and hormones administered against their will.  Perfection was required in all classes at the Academy, from hair and make-up, to ballet, to housekeeping, to "techniques for pleasing your man sexually."

After nine months at the Academy, the poor Sissies were deeply confused and disoriented.  Despite their resistance to the training, all of the Sissies felt a unsettling sense of pride for having satisfied their trainers and graduating.  They all smiled as they posed for the group photo following the awarding of diplomas.

And of course, all of the Sissies were looking forward to going home -- or at least being free again.  Silly Sissies!  That wasn't going to happen.

At 6:30, the post-Graduation cocktail party would begin.  What the Sissies didn't know was that at 7:30, the Sissy Auction would begin.  And by 9:00, all of the Sissies will have been sold to their new Masters and whisked away to their new homes and new lives.  For a lucky few, a life as a Sissy housewife might await.  But for most, a life of servitude and humiliation awaits, serving their new Masters as Sissy slaves, Sissy maids and Sissy whores.

A Frightened Sissy

Poor, frightened Sissy Vicky.

His Master had just returned home and Sissy Vicky knew that he had been drinking heavily.  And when Master was drunk, he always got very rough with his little Sissy. 

Sissy Vicky greeted his Master at the door as he had been trained.  His drunk Master tore the dress off of his Sissy and started slapping the little Sissy around for no reason.  Then Master started to loosen his belt to use it on Vicky.  When Vicky saw this, he started to run.  Racing through the house, wearing just his bra and panties and his high heeled sandals, Sissy Vicky looked for someplace to hide.

Vicky hid in the guest room shower, hoping that his Master wouldn't find him there.  With some luck, his drunk Master would pass out before finding where his Sissy was hiding.

Just then, the Master kicked open the locked bathroom door.  "A Sissy NEVER runs away from his Master," he roared.  "Now I am VERY angry with you!"

Sissy Vicky started to sob, knowing that his enraged Master was going to beat him mercilessly.

A Sissy Plaything

How did this happen to me?


It all started out innocently enough.  I visited a "tranformation/make-over" service called Jessica's Salon I found on Craig's List.  It was wonderful!  I had been a crossdresser for several years but was never satisified by how I looked. But after visiting Jessica, everything changed.  She could really make me look beautiful.


I started going about once a month -- and then twice a month.  Then Jessica told me that I should start coming twice a week -- for free!  I thought I had died and gone to heaven.  So I started visiting twice a week.  But after a couple of months, I started to notice some changes in my body.  My skin was becoming softer and my chest and hips started to get rounder, fuller.



Just as I was starting to get worried about these changes, Jessica announced that since this "Preliminary Feminization" had gone so well that I was about to undergo "Extreme Feminization."  I told her that I was uncomfortable with the changes to my body and that I wanted to stop.  She just laughed.  "Oh, but you can't stop!" she said.  "I have big plans for you!"

Her big plans included keeping me drugged and chained for nine months while I was subjected to massive hormones and forced comestic surgery.  I was beaten into assuming the role of a submissive Sissy plaything for horny men.  I was given enormous breasts and was forced to prance around in nothing but sexy underwear.

Six weeks ago, Jessica sold me to Mister Philip.  Mister Philip is a successful hedge fund manager who can afford anything and what he wanted more than anything was a Sissy sex toy.  He is such a pervert.  He is turned on by the knowledge that I am not only trapped as his possession and prisoner, but that I am also trapped in a woman's body and in the role of his girlish love toy. 

And so a now live as Mister Philip's sexy plaything, catering to his every sexual desire.  He owns and controls every aspect of my being.  And there is no hope of escape...ever.

Sissy Inspection

Before taking final delivery of his newest Sissy, Mr. James gave it a thorough inspection.  He unbuttoned the Sissy's blouse and squeezed and played with the Sissy's enormous breasts.


"Mmmm, that's nice," Mr. James said, enjoying the weight of the Sissy's boobs in his hands.  "So soft..." 

The Sissy sat there -- obedient, passive and still -- just as he had been trained, while his prospective new owner fondled and groped him.

Mr. James pulled aside the Sissy's lacy bra to expose one of his big pink nipples.   Mr. James put the Sissy's nipple into his mouth and started sucking on it.  The Sissy started moaning with pleasure at this as he had been instructed.

Mr. James smiled at this and said, "Oh my, aren't you a dirty little Sissy whore!"

The Sissy said nothing and stared at the ground, suffering from both the humiliating sting and the undeniable truth of what Mr. James had just said to him.