Thursday, March 29, 2012

Sissy Cheerleader

For the last three years, there has been a new tradition at State U football games.  After every big play -- a touchdown, a sack, an interception -- a cute little cheerleader named Stacey rushes onto the field and leaps into the arms of whoever made the big play and gives him a big wet kiss!  The crowd at the State U stadium really enjoys the new tradition.  They laugh and chant, "Slut!  Slut!  Slut!" as Stacey leaps onto one of the massive players to lock lips while everyone watches and cheers.

The players, of course, love feeling Stacey wrap her arms around their big strong necks.  And Stacey doesn't just give the boys a little kiss.  Oh no!  Stacey has been instructed to "open wide" and to suck eagerly on the players' tongues.  Stacey does this while the whole stadium -- and the television audience -- watches.  Some players like to give Stacey's ass a squeeze which always make the fans go even crazier!

Everyone enjoys the new tradition -- the fans, the players, the media -- everyone expect poor little Stacey.  You see, Stacey isn't really a cheerleader.  Stacey isn't even really a girl.  Stacey is a little Sissy that I had feminized.  Just another teenage crossdresser that had fallen into my clutches.  State U's Athletic Director had purchased Stacey from me as a "motivational tool" to encourage the team.

And it has really worked!  Ever since Stacey has been part of the "team," State U has been 22 - 6!  And they received Bowl Game invitations two years in a row!

When the team wins a game, there is an all night party in the locker room -- and Sissy Stacey is the "entertainment."  The hulking players take turns having sex with their Sissy cheerleader until they are too tired to fuck him anymore.  The players don't care that Stacey is a Sissy and not a real girl.  After all, no real girl would tolerate the humiliation and abuse that Sissy Stacey has to endure.  Plus, Sissy Stacey makes for a wonderful little fuck toy.  He can deep throut even the biggest cocks.  And the team loves ramming their dicks into his tight little "Sissy Pussy." And when the party is over, Sissy Stacey has to walk home all the way across campus in his cum-soaked cheerleader's uniform, much to the amusement of any students he passes along the way. 

"Home" for Sissy Stacey is the Athletic Director's house, where Stacey lives in a lonely cell in the basement.  And when Stacey isn't entertaining the crowds and "motivating"the team, the Athletic Director himself often enjoys Stacey's "talents."

This morning, the Athletic Director was up having his morning coffee when his cum-drenched Stacey staggered home from last night's locker room victory party.  "Ah, Stacey, you're finally home.  I've been thinking, since you've been such a help to our football program, I've decide that this winter you should do the same for our basketball team.  Isn't that a great idea?"

Sissy Stacey collapsed onto the floor in tears at the thought of being a sex slave for both the football AND the basketball teams.

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

My Cute Sissy Dress

When Mistress came home from work this evening, I was wearing my little maid's dress and greeted her with a curtsey, as I did every evening.  I took her bag and coat and brought her a glass of wine while she relaxed in her big chair in the living room.  As she sipped her wine, I busied myself massaging her feet as she told me about her plans for the evening.  

"We're going out tonight," she announced.  "Go put on that cute, pale yellow sissy party dress I bought you last week."  I stood up, curtsied and went to my room to change.

I was nervous as I put on my pretty little dress.  It just screamed "Sissy!"  Where ever we were going tonight, I was sure to attract a lot of attention.  It was made of sheer material and had a ruffly trim on the big collar and cuffs.  The skirt was both comically full and embarrassingly short.  I hated wearing it!  As I slipped out of my maid's outfit, I saw my reflection in the mirror.  I was surprised by how weak and skinny I looked.  I must have a few more pounds last week.  I put on my yellow sissy dress as instructed and returned to the living room.
When I returned to the living room, my Mistress as there, dressed all in tight black leather -- tight leather jeans, tall black boots and her black leather jacket.  I froze with fear when I saw her.  "That's right!" she said with an evil smile.  "Tonight we're going to the biker bar!"

"Oh, please no!," I pleaded.  "Not dressed like this!"

Well Mistress did not like hearing my protest.  She slapped me hard across the face.  "Sissies are NOT allowed to complain!" she screamed at me, slapping me hard across the face again.

"I'm sorry, Mistress. It won't happen again," I replied meekly.

"That's better,  Now get in the car."  And off we went.

The night was just as horrible as you can imagine.  The bar was packed with dozens of big, hairy men -- all in leather and jeans, covered with tattoos and smelling like beer and smoke.  And there was I, in my sweet little yellow Sissy dress.  I was the center of attention.  I was surrounded by men who, at first, were just laughing at me and calling me names.  But soon, some of the men started rubbing against me and feeling me up.  Then they started taking turns kissing me.  They would wrap their big arms around me and hug me so hard I could barely breathe.  I could feel their cocks get hard through their tight jeans as they pressed against me.  This went on for hours.  All the while, Mistress watched with delight from a stool at the other end of the bar.

Sometime around 1:30, I went to the ladies room.  But when I came out, Mistress was gone.  The bartender said that she left with a couple of guys.  I was stranded!  One man offered to drive me the morning.  I didn't have any options.  I left the bar with him and rode on the back of his Harley back to his trailer where we spent the night.  Needless to say, I didn't get much sleep that night as the man took full advantage of having a stranded Sissy in his bed.  

When I finally got home Mistress yelled at me for not having her breakfast ready.  I curtsied, apologized and went into the kitchen to prepare my Mistress's breakfast.      

Thursday, March 8, 2012

Rotten Stepson becomes a Perfect Sissy

When I decided to have my stepson transformed into a feminized, obedient Sissy, I had no idea where this would lead.  Mostly I was sick of his rude behavior, his back talk and his laziness.  It was such a relief when I had him sent away for his year-long transformation.

When I first brought him home I was totally amazed by his transformation.  Physically he had been completely changed.  He was now a pretty, delicate, completely feminine little Sissy.  His hair was long and had lovely coppery highlights.  He had lost twenty or thirty pounds -- maybe more -- and was developing the sweetest little breasts.  Everything about his body and appearance was now so girlish.  But his physical transformation was nothing compared to his mental transformation.

He was now utterly and totally obedient to me.  He seemed to have no desire other than to please me. He was such a delight to have around the house.  He needed no instruction to keep the house spotlessly clean, to prepare my meals, make my bed -- everything!  I let him help me dress and undress me and even bathe and massage me. He would never speak unless spoken to.  When I would enter a room, he would stop whatever he was doing, lower his eyes to the floor, and curtsey to me.  It was marvelous.

But over time, I developed a strange attraction to my litle Sissified creation.  He was so devoted to me and took such good care of me.  I soon started to enjoy my Sissy in more...intimate ways.   I had my little Sissy joining in my bath and in my bed.  I enjoyed running my hands all over his soft little body.   I enjoyed pressing his naked body against mine, letting him play with my big boobs while I played with his tiny little titties.  And best of all, I loved feeling his sweet little mouth and tongue on my pussy.  I hadn't realized how thorough his training had been!
Who knows?  Maybe I'll get my Sissy stepson some big sexy breasts so he can be more like me.  I bet he'd like that!