Wednesday, March 2, 2011

A Sissy Girlie-Boy -- part 4

Mommy helped me into the other dress.  "Yes, I think this dress will be good for your first night at the bar," Mommy said.  It was awful.  It was strapless like the other one, but this one was leather and had a shiny zipper right between my teeny little "boobs."  I thought I looked really trashy.  "Please, Mommy, PLEASE don't make me go to the bar dressed like this!"  I begged.  Mommy whacked me hard with the hairbrush she had just used to do my hair. 

I hated the idea that I was being primped and prettied to spend the evening in some bar where strange men would be staring at me and...well doing other things to me. 

"Oh, I almost forgot!"  Mommy said.  "Quick, lift up your dress and bend over."  I did what Mommy asked.  She yanked down my tight panty and jammed the tip of a tube of lubricant up my bottom and squeezed the tube.  I shrieked as the icy cold gel was blasted into me.  "You'll thank me for that later,"  Mommy said. 

Mommy handed me a small purse that had my make-up and the rest of the lubricating gel.  "We're late,"  Momy said.  "Get in the car."
I continued to plead with Mommy to change her mind.  I said I would do anything -- anything -- if she would change her mind.  But she just ignored me and pushed me into the car.

When we arrived at Frank's Hideaway, it was about 7:00 -- two hours before opening time.  Frank was there and he told Mommy that I looked perfect.  He seemed really happy.  "OK," Frank said, "Let's try her -- I mean him -- out."  Then Frank shouted into the back, "Hey Manny, come out here."  Manny was a giant of a man -- huge like a football player.  He had a thick neck, huge hands and a dark complexion.  "Manny's our bouncer here.  He also helps me audition all the new girls.  Manny meet Jackie."
I just stood there until Mommy poked me.  "Nice to meet you, sir," I whispered nervously.

"Manny, take Jackie into the back and let's see what's he got," Frank said.

"Never done it with no Sissy before," Manny rumbled in his deep bass voice.  "Come on, Jackie, let's go."  Manny grabbed my hand and pulled me into the back.  I was very scared but I was completely out of control of the situation, so I tried to just endure what was happening to me.  To my horror, Frank and Mommy followed Manny and me into the first of the little rooms in the back.

Manny sat down on the couch and said, "OK Jackie, let's go."  I had no idea what that meant or what I was supposed to do. 

"Don't just stand there!  Go over to him," Mommy snarled as she shoved me hard, nearly making me topple off my high heels.  As I stumbled over to where Manny sat, he grabbed my arm and pulled me onto his lap.  He wrapped his huge arms around me and started kissing me.  Hard.   I tried to pull away as he jammed his huge tongue into my mouth, but his arms were wrapped tightly around me like a steel cage and I was completely immobilized.  "OK, Jackie, enough kissy-kissy fun.  Let's see what else you can do," Mommy commanded.

"Get on your knees," Manny instructed.  I did as he said.  He stood and said, "Take off my pants."  I struggled to unbuckled his belt because my hands were shaking so much.  "Hurry up," he said.


  1. Now this dress make sissy look like a slut and the shoe don't go with it.

  2. You are so right on Shauna, " love the dress, hate the shoes!" This sissy bitch needs discipline!" and a good spanking " slut !" Holly B.

  3. Done up like that who wouldn't want to please?