A Sissy's Titties Are Put to Good Use

Look at my pathetic sissy husband now!  And to think that I endured years of abuse from this sissy faggot.

Two years ago, he accidentally left his computer on and I saw that he was visiting this website, Linda's Tormented Sissies and Forced Feminization Captions!  I was absolutely horrified by what I saw in this blog.  It was filled with disgusting stories with graphic pictures about men being forced to become sissy playthings for their cruel Masters and Mistresses.

After discovering his internet habit, I started going through his closets and drawers to see what else I would find.  Well, not only did I find a whole suitcase of women's clothing that he must dress up when I'm not home, but I even found a stack of magazines called "Forced Womanhood." Gross.

I didn't waste any time.  Within 48 hours, I "enrolled" the little sissy in a forced fem clinic, arranged for a divorce and got on with my life. 

Now, two years later, I have a whole new life.  My ex-husband is back home -- but he is now my sexy, big boobed sissy slave.  He is now completely docile and obedient.  And serves me -- and my hunky new boyfriend --  whenever and however we desire. 

My boyfriend has an enormous cock.  Monstrous, really.  And he really enjoys tittie fucking my ex!  First he pours some ice cold lube between hubby's tits.  Then he starts ramming away.  Hubby has been trained to press his big boobs together around my boyfriend's cock.  And on every stroke, my sissy hubby has to open his mouth wide to accept the head of my boyfriend's huge cock.   In and out, up and down, back and forth -- my boyfriend's huge dick rams into my ex's mouth -- over and over and over. Until my boyfriend cums.  Then he rams his dick deep into my sissy's mouth and pumps his hot cum down my ex's throat.

Sometimes I get out my camcorder and video my sissy hubby's tittie fucking performances.  Maybe I'll post these videos on Linda's Tormented Sissies site!



Mother's Pretty Little Sissy Daughter -- Part 1

The day I caught my son crossdressing was the happiest day of my life.

I had come home early from work and found my son, Jesse, sitting at my vanity, putting on make-up.  He was wearing one of my cocktail dresses -- and my stockings, my high heeled sandals and, it appeared, my lingerie.  He hadn't heard me come in, so I just stood silently in the doorway watching him put on mascara, blush and lipstick.  He was completely mesmerized by his own ladylike reflection, completely entranced by the girl in the mirror. He did a very good job with his make-up; clearly he had done this many times before.

Of course, Jesse was very upset and embarrassed when I announced my presence after enjoying the show for several minutes.  He started spewing all sorts of pathetic explanations and denials.  I tried to calm him by saying that it was OK.  He settled down enough that he even let me help him finish doing his make-up.   I encouraged him to stay dressed while we ate dinner.  I treated him like a girl throughout the evening and he seemed to enjoy the experience.

So why was that the happiest day of my life?  Because I had always wanted a a daughter -- and now I had one!

That was two months ago.  Ever since that fateful afternoon, I have been working day and night to convince my little Jesse that he is too pretty to be a boy and that he was always meant to be a girl.  When he is dressed as a boy, I treat him mostly with indifference and I react harshly to any little mistake he makes.  But when he is dressed as a girl, I shower him with the affection he craves and I lavishly praise his every girlish accomplishment.  In this way I have lured him -- trapped him -- into more fully embracing his feminine side, using my love and affection as bait. 

He is now in the habit of changing out of his boy clothes as soon as he gets home from school.  My son Jesse becomes my daughter Jessica for the evening.  And all through the weekends.  He has become proficient doing his own make-up.  And with my coaching, his mannerisms and his voice have become delightfully feminine as well.  He now has a closet full of his very own dresses and his drawers are overflowing with his own bras and panties and stockings.

Recently, I have started taking my daughter Jessica out of the house at night.  We've started going to restaurants and movies together.  Tonight we are going to the ballet!   I even bought him a pretty new dress to wear.  He's very excited.  Here's a photo of Jessica doing his make-up for our big evening out.  Doesn't he look sweet?

I can't stand the idea of not having my daughter Jessica with me all the time.  I have all sorts of ideas for how we can spend more mother/daughter time together.  I'm hoping that by spending more time as Jessica that Jesse will more fully embrace life as my beautiful, sweet little sissy daughter.    

I think he will learn to love his new life as Jessica.  Don't you?