Cornered Sissy

It was time for the evening fun to begin. After enjoying the dinner that his Sissy had prepared, Master Night ordered his Sissy to stand beside him.

"Strip," he ordered.  Sissy Dawn knew better than to resist his Master's instructions. But he hesitated for just a moment thinking about the "game" his Master would want to play as soon as his soft white skin was exposed.

Master Night would tolerate no such hesitation. He instantly slapped Sissy Dawn's bottom with all his strength, nearly knocking his feminized boy toy to the ground. "I said strip. NOW!"

"Yes, Master, Sir," the Sissy quickly answered, practically ripping his pretty little dress from his body. "Sorry, Sir.  I apologize for being so slow."

Sissy Dawn's frilly sundress now lay on the floor. The Sissy stood before his Master wearing only his sexy bra and panties. His enormous breasts were practically spilling from his strapless bra.  Master admired the Sissy that had been sculpted exactly to his specifications.  He enjoyed knowing how humiliating it was for his ultra feminized Sissy to be on display wearing nothing but his beautiful, lacy lingerie.

"That's more like it," Master Night said, as his hand began the rub his Sissy's pantied bottom.  "Do you like it when I do this?" Master Night asked.

"Oh yes, Master," the Sissy replied breathlessly, just as he had been taught. "I love it when you fondle me."

"That's because your such a slut," Master answered with a sneer. "You disgust me. Did you know that, Sissy?"

"Yes sir," Sissy Dawn replied. "I do not deserve the privilege of being owned by you."

Master smiled at his Sissy's total submission. Leering at his nearly naked Sissy, Master Night said, "Let's play a game of hide-and-seek." Sissy Dawn's heart started racing with fear. "Ready, set, GO!"  Master shouted.

And with that, Sissy Dawn started racing through the mansion, his big boobs bouncing as he tried to run in his high heeled sandals.

"Ready or not, here I come!" Master shouted, just a few seconds later when the Sissy had only reached the foyer. Sissy Dawn sprinted as fast as his sissified body would let him. He ran through the formal dining room and through butler's pantry. He made it to the study and was about to run up the back staircase when Master caught up with him.

"Sissy, I'm disappointed. That was too easy. I don't think you were even trying," Master said.  "Oh well, I won again!"  And with that, Master pulled the taser from his pocket.

"Please Master, no! Not the taser!" Sissy Dawn pleaded as he backed into a corner of the room, desperate to get even a few inches away from his insane Master and his taser.

"Now Sissy, you know the rules," Master replied sternly.  "If I can find you in less than ten minutes, I get to give you a stingie."

"Please Master!  NO!  It's not fair..."

Master had heard enough. He jammed the taser into his Sissy's crotch and gave his Sissy a long, nasty shock.  Sissy Dawn screamed and collapsed on the floor. And because he was now angry with his Sissy, Master gave another shock to each of Sissy Dawn's giant tits.

Sissy Dawn writhed on the floor from pain. Master took advantage of this to kick his nearly naked Sissy.  Sissy Dawn sobbed uncontrollably as he lay helplessly on the floor.

"The rules are the rules, Sissy. Dont you forget that!"  Master said as he unzipped his pants.  "Now let's have some more fun..."

Sissy Weddings!!! A Sissy Prepares to Walk Down the Aisle

Oh, I do enjoy a Sissy wedding!

It is such fun preparing a reluctant Sissy for his big day.  Ideally, a Sissy doesn't even get to meet his new Master/Husband until he is standing on the alter, repeating the vows that I've written for him.

Sissy Bethany's wedding was such a special day.  Over the past two years, relentless training, surgery and hormones had transformed an ordinary young man into an exquisite feminized Sissy.  The tranformation was difficult, but Sissy Bethany was beginning to understand that he had no hope of ever regaining either his freedom or his masculinity.  And physically, Sissy Bethany's transformation was nearly perfect.  His facial features were delicate and beautiful, his breasts were full and luscious, and his skin was silky and smooth.

It was only two weeks ago that I informed Sissy Bethany that I had arranged for him to be married.  I told him in lurid detail how he was soon to become the property of a real man.  He sobbed when I told him this.  He was terrified by the idea of becoming the Sissy Wife and Slave to a superior male that he had never met.  How he begged me not to make him marry another man!

But of course, nobody cares what a Sissy wants.  And I warned him sternly that I would tolerate no complaints or misbehavior on his wedding day.

When the big day came, I had the girls from the salon meet at us the church where there is a small room near the back where brides can get ready.  The salon girls did a lovely job -- both with his make-up and with tormenting him.  Then I dressed him in the most adorable bridal lingerie set I had ever seen.  The corset-like top showed off his big soft boobs so nicely.  He wore 4 inch white satin pumps on his stockinged feet.  I pinned the lace-trimmed veil to his hair.  He eyed with fear and curiousity the enormous white garment bag hanging in the corner, holding the gown he had never seen.

The guests were arriving.  From the room in the back, I had Sissy Bethany peak out into the church.  There were over 200 guests (all friends of the Groom, of course)  seated in the pews, all happily chatting with one another, waiting for the ceremony to begin.   That's when his fear blossomed into a full panic.  "Please Mistress, PLEASE!" the pathetic thing begged.  "Please don't make me do this!"

Well that did it.  I slapped him hard across the face and screamed at him, "Now listen here, Missy!  Stop your whining right this minute.  You are going to march up that aisle like a good sissy and surrender yourself to your new Husband and Master!  Or do I have to give you a spanking?"  My voice was loud enough to be heard by the guests in the church, who all started laughing at Sissy Bethany's humiliation.

Just then the organ started playing the Wedding March.  "Time to go, Sissy," I said.

"Alright, Mistress," Sissy managed to say through his tears.  "I'll be good.  Will you help me with my gown?" he asked, pointing to the garment bag.

"Oh no, Sissy.  No gown for you.  Because you misbehaved, you can be married dressed just as you are.  I'm sure your Husband/Master will enjoy seeing you wearing your sissy lingerie as you recite your vows to him.  And I'll bet some guests won't be able resist giving you a feel as you walk pass."

Sissy Bethany went pale with shock.  I handed the Sissy his bouquet and literally shoved him out the door.  "Start walking," I said pointing down the aisle.  And that's what Sissy Bethany did, slowly and shamefully walking down the aisle, wearing only his exquisite lingerie and veil, towards his future as a Sissy Slave Wife.  The guests hooted and laughed as the humiliated and half-naked Sissy walked by.