Monday, December 30, 2013

Two Million Page Views! Time to Celebrate with Your Sissy!

In celebration of our TWO MILLIONTH page view, I want all you Sissy Masters and Mistresses to buy your Sissy a pretty new outfit and show him off!   Use this wonderful milestone as an opportunity to display your Sissy in public in his finest, most feminine attire.  Help us educate the world on the wonders of our forced fem creations while publicly humiliating your precious little Sissy.

Sissy Pinkie's Master bought him a very special new outfit for the occassion.  Doesn't this darling little sissy look soooo sweet.  His soft white blouse with the contrasting collar.  The acres of chiffon in his little black skirt. And the cute beret and the pink purse are fantastic.  Come now, Sissy Pinkie, you should be smiling because you look so pretty in your new outfit!

But my favorite part is his shoes!  The open toes platform pumps and the lacey little anklets.  Simply perfect!  

Master is taking Sissy Pinkie out to dinner later with another Master and his Sissy.  Sort of a Sissy double date.  The restaurant will be very busy -- they will probably have to wait at the crowded bar before they are seated -- and the Sissies will have to endure lots of stares and comments from the other diners.  But first the two Masters and their Sissies are going to do some shopping at the mall.  The Masters want to show off their Sissies in their new outfits.  I'm sure the Masters will insist that their Sissies hold hands with each other as they traverse the mall.  The mall will be very crowded this afternoon and these Sissies will certainly get lots of attention.

To all you sweet Sissies and all you demanding Masters and Mistresses, thank you for reading these stories and for bringing us to two million page views.  

Remember:  Sissies are required to leave comments!  Do not disobey me!  Masters and Mistresses are kindly encouraged to share comments -- your thoughts and experiences are very important to all of us.  

Always seeking Sissy perfection,

Mistress Linda Trainer

Thursday, December 26, 2013

A Sweet Sissy Escort

This is a picture of me taken yesterday.  I am an escort and I work the promenade near the fancy hotels downtown.  My real name is Robert.  But when I'm working, everyone knows me as Rebecca.

Ever since my dad ran out on us, things have been really tough for Mother and me.  Mother isn't very healthy and she can't work.  Then a few months ago the bill collectors started calling and the bank said that they were going to foreclose on the house. That's when Mother told me that she needed my help.

"Mother!" I cried, "I don't want to do that!  How can you even suggest that I do that?!?"

"But Robby," Mother replied, "It's the only way.  If you don't do this, we won't have any money at all and we'll be homeless.  And without money for my medicine...I won't live very long."

When she said that I gave in. She explained that she had seen an ad on Craig's List. There was a man named "Mr. Pearl" who was looking for "girls to entertain successful businessmen."

"But Mother," I shrieked. "I'm not a girl!"

"Well, of course not.  But you are rather...girly. I mean look at you.  Look how skinny and delicate you are. Anyway, when I described you to Mr. Pearl, he sounded very interested in  meeting you."

I was horrified and ashamed by everything she said. But I agreed to meet Mr. Pearl if it would help her.

Mr. Pearl was indeed very interested in me. He said that until I came along, he only had real girls working for him. He thought that he would find MANY clients who were interested in me since I offered something a "little different." 

Mr. Pearl and some of his girls helped get me started. They showed me how to use make-up and gave me clothes that would make me look sexy and get noticed. They taught me about all the different sex things that clients would want to do to me. I started crying at one point when someone explained about "double penetration." I didn't believe half the things they told me were true -- until I started working.

That was two months ago. Of course it was frightening and disgusting at first. But I have sort of gotten used to it and I'm earning a lot of money to help Mother.

Since then I have been working the promenade five nights a week.  I walk around, wiggling my ass and trying to attract the attention of the men who are out looking for some action.  Even though I am dressed like a sexy girl, because of my short hair most men figure out that I'm a sissy whore. While most guys are looking to be with a real girl, a lot of guys are really into doing it with sissies like me. 

On a good night I might have five or six "dates."  Most of my clients are businessmen in town for conventions.  Those aren't so bad because the businessmen are mostly pretty polite and we can go up to their hotel rooms to do it.  But some men are rough and mean.  And sometimes I have to do it with men in the backseats of their cars or in the public bathroom in the park.  The worst are the bachelor parties when I have to do a bunch of guys at the same time.  I get paid extra but I really don't like it.

Last night was horrible.  My last client -- number five for the night -- was insane.  He choked me and slapped me hard about a hundred times while I was blowing him -- I thought I was I going to die.  When I got home at 4:00 in the morning I was going to tell Mother that I couldn't do this any longer.  But before I could say anything, Mother told me that her new medicine was much more expensive.  She told me, as if it was good news, that Mr. Pearl had agreed to let me work seven nights a week and days too!  I cried myself to sleep knowing that I would be forever trapped as a sissy whore.  

Saturday, December 21, 2013

The Sissy Debutante Ball

Mother had been dressing her son Jimmy up as "Ginger" for years.  At first Jimmy had resisted but his mother was very strong-willed and Jimmy was weak.  Over time, Jimmy stopped fighting his feminization and accepted what his mother was doing to him.

"I had always wanted to have a daughter," Mother told him a million times. "But unfortunately you were born a boy.  But just because you were born a boy doesn't mean I can't make you into my daughter." 

So ever since he was a little boy, Jimmy spent most afternoons -- and every weekend -- dressed as Ginger. And while wearing his pretty party dresses and nightgowns, Ginger and his Mother would spend countless hours doing things that mothers and daughters do.  Mother taught Ginger how to do his make-up and his hair and his nails.  They would do chores around the house like cooking and cleaning and ironing.  At night they often watch chick-flicks together while wearing their pretty night gowns.

So Ginger was brought up to be a perfect little Sissy.  But Ginger was growing up and tonight they would celebrate the lovely Sissy lady that Ginger had become.  Tonight was the Sissy Debutante Ball!

Tonight, nearly fifty Sissies, aged 18 to 20, and their Mothers would celebrate the long and sometimes difficult journey of raising a son to be a Sissy.  Mothers from all over the country brought their lovely Sissy darlings to this lavish affair at a posh hotel in New York City.  

Ginger and his Mother looked heavenly in their coordinated, custom-made outfits.  Mother wore a tailored suit of beautiful golden silk jacquard. Ginger wore a long gown -- made of the same gold silk jacquard as her mother.  Ginger's gown made him look sweet and sexy at the same time. Ginger and his mother had spent most of the aternoon at the beauty salon. Their hair and make-up were perfect.

Even though he looked very beautiful, Sissy Ginger was so nervous as he and his mother rode the evevator down from their hotel room to the ballroom below.  Sissy Ginger didn't know what to expect. 

They made their entrance when the Master of Ceremonies announced their names over the speaker: "Presenting Sissy Ginger and his Mother, Lady Annette!"  The other guests clapped as Ginger and his Mother entered the room.  Ginger was quite stunned by the applause and by the flashes of cameras capturing his big entrance. They found their seats, Lady Annette at one of the Mothers' tables and Ginger at one of the Sissies' tables.

As Ginger introduced himself to the other Sissies, he noticed there were several other tables in the ballroom that were occupied by men. Ginger asked one of the other Sissies who the men were.

"Don't you know?" answered one the other Sissies with surprise.  "After dinner is finished and the announcements are done, the Mothers will all leave and go to another room for the rest of the evening.  That's when the men are free to talk to us and dance with us and..."

"And WHAT?" Ginger asked, somewhat panicked.

"Well, they can ask us to come up to their rooms with them, of course.  And you are not allowed to refuse.  That is all part of the Sissy Debutante experience.  Tonight we become real Sissy Ladies with the Gentlemen that pick us.  Are you saying that your Mother never explained this to you?"

Poor Sissy Ginger.  He nearly fainted when he heard this.  Of course Mother had never told him about all this.  He would have been too terrified to even come here tonight.  

Tears started to well up in poor Ginger's eyes.  "Here, take this," said one Sissy offering Ginger a Xanax and a glass of champagne.  "Just relax and remember that this is what your Mother wants for you.  You need to be brave and do what your Mother expects you to do."

The other Sissy was right, thought Ginger as he downed the pill and the champagne in a single gulp.  "May I have some more champagne?" asked Ginger trying to prepare himself for the frightening evening ahead.  "A lot more."

Saturday, December 14, 2013

Spring Break Sissy

When I told my parents that I was going to Florida for spring break, they were really worried.  They pictured me hanging out at wild, drunken parties and stuff like that.

But actually, my spring break is very different -- but my parents don't need to know that. 

You see, I am spending the entire week as Professor Wilson's sissy!

Here's a photo of me in the hot tub with my Professor and Master.

It all started last fall when I was taking Professor Wilson's Human Sexuality class.  I went to see him during his office hours one afternoon because I needed help understanding an assignment.  He closed the door to his office after I sat down.  Before I could even ask a single question, Professor Wilson asked me, "You're a sissy, aren't you?"

I was shocked and scared by his question.  The truth is that I am a closeted cross-dresser, often having fantasies of submitting myself to be feminized and controled by a dominant man or woman.  But this was my secret.  I had never told anyone this.  How could Professor Wilson possibly know?

"I asked you a question, sissy!" he shouted.  "Don't deny it.  I know what you are.  I can tell.  It's my expertise, after all.  Now I am going to ask you again.  Are you a sissy?"

I lowered my eyes to the floor, and softly answered, "Yes," unable to resist the Professor's command.

"I knew it!" he exclaimed with a self-satisfied smile.  "Well from now on you are going to be MY sissy.  That means you will do whatever I tell you to do.  You will submit to me in all ways.  Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir," I meekly responded.  Professor Wilson smiled again.

I now visit Professor Wilson at his home every evening and every weekend.   When we are together, he is not nice to me at all.  As I walk in the door, he instructs me on how I should dress for the evening.   I prepare myself as quickly as possible -- make-up, lingerie, a dress, stockings, heels -- the works.  He then proceeds to order me around for the next few hours.  This usually includes cleaning his house, doing his laundry and making his dinner.   If I do anything that displeases him, he throws me over his knee for a harsh spanking.  

When my chores are done and he has finished eating, he has sex with me.  He often orders me to bend over the back of the couch so he can take me from behind.  If there is a big game on TV, he makes me suck on his cock while he watches the game.  Then after he cums and I have cleaned up the mess, he orders me to get out.

My Professor/Master has helped me to understand that, as his sissy, I exist for only one reason -- to serve and please my Master -- and that my feelings have no importance.  I am just an object for him to use for his pleasure.   

Now it is Spring Break and Professor Wilson has arranged for a perfect Master/Sissy vacation.  All year I have growing my hair out and Master has kept me on a strict diet so that I would look extra girlie for our trip.  He rented a beautiful condo that has a view of the Intercoastal Waterway, a big deck and a hot tub.  He packed several pretty outfits for me to wear, lots of sexy lingerie and even two bikinis!

Master has been so nice to me since we arrived at the condo!  Of course I have to do all the chores and follow all of his orders and he has spanked me a few times.  But mostly we are passing our days and night in bed or in the hot tub.  It has been so romantic!  We have been spending hours and hours kissing and having sex.  And after he is done having sex with me, he has been letting me snuggle up against him.  I feel so safe and happy when Master wraps his big strong arms around me. 

Here we are in the tub again.  I am giving him a handjob.  His enormous, hard cock feels so good in my soft, manicured hand.  I am so content and fulfilled serving and pleasing my Master.  

I wish my Sissy Spring Break would never end.