Taking Delivery of My New Sissy -- Part 2

I kept my spent dick in my sissy's mouth until it started to go limp.  Sissy Gwendolyn expertly and eagerly cleaned every drop of cum off of it with his well trained tongue.

"Take off your top," I directed.  "I want to see your titties."  My new sissy obediently did as his master instructed.  

"Now I 'm going to fuck your pretty little sissy ass-pussy.  How do you feel about that?" I asked.

"Oh, please, please, please ram your enormous cock up my sissy-pussy," my new sissy pleaded desperately.  My dick sprang to attention once again.  I was going to fuck the shit out on this sexy sissy plaything.

As my new Sissy wiggled out of his sheer black lacy top, I was able to admire just how perfect and feminine his little sissy body was.  I took a moment to drink in his long skinny legs, his pale, soft skin and those incredible titties.  The room had mirrors everywhere -- even on the floor -- so I could enjoy the sight of my new plaything from several angles at once.  This was the best moment of my life.

Just look at my perfect Gwendolyn in the picture to the right.  I did fuck him right there.  As I fucked him he started crying, either from the pain of my giant cock up his tight little ass or from the humiliation of being another man's sex toy.  I smiled at the thought that both were true. I must have dumped a gallon of my hot sticky cum in his ass!

And then it was time to take my sissy home. While Sissy Gwendolyn and I were getting acquainted, Ms. Trainer's staff had move Gwendolyn's few possessions into my car.

"Would you like us to dress him before you take him to your car?" one of Ms. Trainer's assistants helpfully offered.

I thought for a moment.  I knew there was a heavy snow falling outside and a bitter cold wind.  "No thank you," I replied.  "He can walk out to my car dressed exactly as he is."

A Sissy for my Husband

I am a woman with a serious problem.  I have a condition that makes it very painful for me to have sex.  But I am married to a handsome man who I love very much.  To make matters worse, he has an enormous cock which makes having sex almost impossible for me.  He has tried to be patient and understanding with me, but he is a man, with a man's needs.

I was worried that my marriage would fall apart if I couldn't solve this problem.  I didn't want my husband taking up with a mistress.  I considered letting him see prostitutes but that seemed wrong on several levels.  Then a friend suggested that I consider getting a sissy to service my husband's needs.  I didn't know what she was talking about until she showed me this blog.  I had no idea that there were services, like Ms. Trainer's Academy, that are able to create -- and sell -- submissive sissies!  This seemed like a perfect solution to me.  I hated the idea of my husband being with another woman -- but it would be OK with me if he wanted to fuck a little feminized sissy.

When I first suggested this to my husband, he didn't like the idea at all.  He said that fucking a sissy would be "gay."  But then I showed him some of the pictures on this blog -- dozens of pictures of beautiful, sexy submissive sissies.  Not surprisingly, my husband gradually became more receptive to the idea.

Well, last month, the sissy I had ordered was finally delivered (the wait list is over a year!).  And our life has never been happier.  My dear husband gets to fuck his little sissy whenever and however he wants -- twice a day, sometimes three times a day.  It must be unbearable for the poor little sissy since my husband's dick is so huge. His poor little "sissy pussy" must scream with pain every time my husband attacks him.  Oh well.  I'm sure I don't care.



And here's the added bonus!  When my husband isn't fucking the little sissy whore's brains out, the little bitch is mine to do with whatever I want.  I simply love having a little sissy housemaid to do all the cleaning and cooking that I'm supposed to be doing.  I now have so much more free time to spend with my girlfriends while my husband is at work.

My husband and I have never been closer.  We are both happier knowing that his needs are being taken care of under our roof.

Thank you, Ms. Trainer, for saving our marriage.

A Sissy's Dinner Date Fantasy -- Part 4

Two months have passed since that first weekend when I went out on dates with two different men. I found that experience so thrilling that I instantly became addicted to meeting new men on the internet and having them wine and dine me. Over the past two months, I have been out on dates with 23 different men!  I love how it feels to be the object of desire for these men, to be pursued, to be romanced. My heart races as I exchange emails with each new man. And the anticipation builds as we arrange for our first meeting. My excitement reaches a fever pitch as I prepare myself for each new date -- as I do my make-up and hair, as I put on my sexy lingerie and dress. It is electrifying! And then the date itself -- it is exquisite to be treated as a lady by a handsome gentleman. And almost every date ends the same way -- we go back to the guy's apartment where we make-out and before long my head is in his lap and his dick is in my mouth!

I was really enjoying meeting lots of different men and experiencing the thrill of many, many first dates. I meet a new man almost every Friday and Saturday night.  And then during the week, usually on Wednesday nights, I might let a man take me out on a second date. Some of my second dates have been really special and romantic, like being taken to the theater or a dinner cruise or a jazz club. And for treating me so nicely, I always give these men an extra special blow job at the end of the evening!

I had never been out with the same man more than twice until I met Chris Lewiston. Chris was some kind of investment specialist. He was very handsome and apparently quite wealthy. Of all the men I dated, he made me feel different. When we were together, I felt tingly all over. I would blush when he would compliment me. I would get all warm when he touched me. And when we were apart, I couldn't stop thinking about him. Maybe, I realized, I was falling in love with him!

So here I am on my fourth date with Chris. I bought another new dress just for tonight because I wanted to look extra pretty. We had a lovely dinner together. I was having a wonderful time.

"Tonight, I am going to make love to you all night long," he said as we finished our champagne.

Oh dear, I thought. Maybe going out on a fourth date was a bad idea. Of course he would expect that "things" would progress and that he would get to fuck me. But that could never happen because of my secret.

I started to make up an excuse as to why we couldn't make love tonight when he interrupted me.

"What's the matter, Sean?"

I nearly fainted when he said that.

"That's right, Sean," he continued. "I know everything about you. You see I arranged for a background check, an investigation into you. I was pretty furious when I discovered that you aren't really a girl. But the more I thought about, the more I realized that maybe it would be OK."

I started to relax when he said that. I started to breathe again. But my relief was premature.

"Yes, it would be OK because now you would be MY sissy. Here's what we're going to do. From now on, you will do everything I tell you to do. You are mine. I own you. Your only concern will be my pleasure. Do you understand, 'Sheila'?"

My mouth went dry. I was so shocked and confused by what was happening. But my inner sissy wouldn't allow me to fight back. I lowered my eyes and softly replied, "Yes, Sir. I understand."

"Good. Then get on your knees under the table and suck me off right now while I pay the check," he ordered.

I did exactly as he commanded. I slid beneath the table and crawled between Chris' legs. I unzipped his trousers and released his massive cock. It was already starting to stiffen as I started kissing and licking Chris' dick. And as I did so, I realized that this is exactly where I belonged. Chris would be the strict and demanding Master that I needed. As I stretched my lips around the enormous head, I thought about how Chris would be fucking me later. And when Chris' hot semen blasts into my sissy pussy, I will be forever branded as Chris's sissy.

Sissy Training -- the Final Lesson

Unless a client specifically requests that his new sissy be delivered as a virgin, I always arrange for my sissy creations to have one final important "lesson" before I consider my transformation work to be complete.

My sissies have to submit to a "lesson" in sissy lovemaking given by my good friend, Mr. Rhino.  Mr. Rhino is an enormous and strong black man with the biggest cock I've ever seen.  Seriously,  it's like a baseball bat!

The sissies know what is expected of them, even though they are scared half to death. They are to submissively lie on their backs and allow -- no, invite -- Mr. Rhino to fuck their tight little sissy pussies.  And despite the agonizing pain they experience, they are expected to pant and moan like the little sissy whores their new Masters will want them to be.

Here Mr. Rhino is giving Sissy Sally his final lesson.  Poor Sissy Sally was close to tears as he lay on the bed watching Mr. Rhino undress, exposing his monster dick.

But here's the best part.  When I have other sissies-in-training in my house, I make the more junior sissies sit on chairs next to the bed, watching their more senior sissy sister get his fucking lesson.  It's great fun to watch the junior sissies as they sit and watch in horror. Some burst into tears watching the fucking show as they all know that within a few short months, they will be receiving the same special lesson from Mr. Rhino and that giant black battering ram he has between his legs.

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

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.

A Sissy Gets Married Off

I had known about my husband's feminine urges since before we were married.  I didn't mind his cross dressing or his need to be submissive to me.

At first this was exciting for me too.  I had always had a dominant streak and my husband's Sissy submission to me fulfilled certain needs I had as well.  But eventually, I tired of the game.  In my strict hands, my husband had progressed from a weak-willed, cross-dressing male to a beautiful, fully feminized submissive Sissy.

I needed to make some changes in my life.  Most importantly, I needed to kick my Sissy husband out of the house so my new lover could move in with me full-time.

My Sissy husband was very upset when I explained that I had arranged to marry him off to a man I had found who was looking for a Sissy wife.  There were lots of tears and he begged for me not to go through with this, but I had made up my mind.  Anyway, who cares what a Sissy wants?

That was six months ago.  I am now very happily living with my handsome lover and my Sissy ex is living with his new Husband and Master.  My Sissy ex's entire life now revolves around pleasing his Husband and Master.  He spends hours each day ensuring that his hair and make-up are perfect as his Husband requires.  He toils around the clock to ensure that the house is spotless, clothes are washed and ironed, and that meals are on the table when his Husband returns home from work.  And of course, my Sissy ex has to satisfy his Husband and Master's endless sexual needs as well.

From the photos I've seen, it looks like my ex is starting to embrace his new life as the Sissy wife to a real man.   He certainly seems to enjoy being treated as a "lady" by his strong and dominant Husband.  Look at how he smiles as his Husband and Master touches him with his rough, strong hands.  Look at how he moans with pleasure when being kissed and having his Husband fondle his big boobs.

I guess it was always his destiny to be the submissive Sissy wife of a real man.


 

Blonde Sissy for Black Master

When the world middleweight boxing champ wanted to get his very own sissy, he came to me. He was a black man, amazingly strong and fabulously wealthy.

I transformed a young man into a perfect sissy sex toy for him.  Sissy Tammy's body had been forcibly feminized to perfection.  Sissy Tammy was petite, blonde and completely terrified of his new owner, who has made Sissy Tammy's life a nonstop nightmare.

Master enjoys using Sissy Tammy as his own living sex doll, forcing himself on his defenseless little sissy whenever and where ever he wants.  Master likes to pick his sissy up in his big strong arms and fuck him in mid air, roughly bouncing his sissy up and down, again and again, on his rock hard cock.  Poor little Sissy Tammy feels like he is going to be split in two every time Master rams his huge cock into his tight little Sissy pussy.  Sissy screams in pain with each thrust, but the sissy's sceams just get Master more excited.

After Master is done filling Sissy Tammy's ass with gallons of his hot cum, Sissy Tammy crawls between his Master's legs and carefully licks his Master's massive dick clean.  If Master gets hard again, then Sissy Tammy gets to swallow another load of his black Master's seed.  And when Master tires of having his enormous dick sucked, he lies down on his king sized bed for his nightly massage.  Sissy Tammy has been trained to expertly massage his Master's strong, muscular body.

Oh dear, it looks like the massage is making Master's dick hard again.  Get ready for another fucking, Sissy!

Poker Night Sissy

Every Friday night, Master invites five or six of his friends over for poker night.

Master insists that I get all dolled up in a fancy cocktail dress, 5-inch heels and sexy make-up.   My strapless dress barely covers the large breasts Master forced me to get.  He says I have to look my best when his friends are over.

At 8:00 the guests begin to arrive.  I greet them at the door and take their coats.  Always keeping my eyes lowered, I inform them that I am the "sissy of the house" and that I have been instructed to serve my Master's guests in whatever way they require.  As I say this, I can feel their hungry eyes on my exposed cleavage.  I can tell they are smirking at my humiliation and submissiveness.

For the next four hours, I serve them drinks and snacks.  The men play cards and drink and smoke and laugh.  Mostly they ignore me, but they often grab my ass or squeeze my boobs when I am serving them. They say mean things to me and call me "whore" and "slut" while they fondle me.  When I'm not serving the men, I stand silently in the corner and wait.

Then, promptly at midnight, the men put down their cards.  The game is over and they count their chips.  They carefully figure out who won, who came in second, third, and so on.  Then they line up, the winner in front.  It is now time for me to do what I have been dreading all evening.  I drop to my knees in front of the winner, I pull down his pants and I open my mouth.

The night's winner jams his big dick into my mouth and I suck and lick it eagerly the way Master trained me. The winner's dick get bigger and harder.  He roughly bucks his hips, ramming his cock in and out of my mouth for several minutes.  Then he grabs the back of my head and forces his cock down my throat.  And then he explodes.  He blasts his hot, sticky cum into and I swallow it all.  All the other men hoot and shout as they watch the winner cum in my mouth.

"Next!" Master yells to everyone's amusement and the next man in line drops his pants.  I put his cock in my mouth and let him rape my face.  I repeat this until each man has unloaded his sperm into my mouth.  And for being the night's winner, I have to give the first man a second blow job.

I feel sick and disgusted, with the load of several men in my stomach and on my face.  "Get yourself cleaned up!"  Master yells at me.  "What a whore!" he adds to the amusement of the others.

I race to the bathroom and quickly wipe off my face and redo my lipstick.  I rush to get the men's coats and to see them out.  They usually have something mean to say or enjoy one final laugh at my expense as they leave.  With the final guest gone, I get busy cleaning up after the night's game.

With the house clean and the clock striking 3:00, I enter Master's bedroom where he has been sleeping.  I pull back the covers and begin performing my last blow job of the night on my Master's massive cock.  "You are such a filthy little sissy slut," Master mutters, half asleep, as I begin to cry.

Sissy Pets -- Part 3

Sissy Timothy was forced to try on all three of the dresses selected by the saleslady and to model each of them for his Master.  Master expressed his opinions in an overly loud voice, ensuring that other shoppers would hear and take notice.

Master was very pleased with the first dress, the flowered one with the open back.  "Oh yes," he practically shouted, "He looks so cute and sissyish in that dress.  I definitely want him to have that dress."

Sissy Timothy and the saleslady retreated to the changing room where Sissy Timothy tried on the second dress.  It was very, very short, in a pale gold satin, with ruffles at the shoulders and a huge bow at the neckline.

"I like this one too," Master bellowed.  "That dress is just perfect for a sissy.  Look how feminine it makes him look."  Sissy Timothy wanted to sink into the floor as other shoppers began to take more notice and crowd around.















It was time for Sissy Timothy to try on the third and final dress.  The dress was white with generous black-trimmed ruffles running across the neck and shoulders.  It was very short and fitted in a way that made his waist look tiny.  While Sissy Timothy changed into the third dress, the saleslady slipped out of of the fitting room, returning a moment later with a pair of platform sandals.  "These will look nice with that dress," she said as she helped Timothy finish changing.  

Once again, the saleslady grabbed the Sissy by the arm and dragged him out to show his Master.  "That one is my favorite!" Master exclaimed as Timothy emerged from the dressing room.  "Why so sad, Timothy?" Master asked loudly.  "Aren't you happy that I'm helping you be such a pretty Sissy?"  Timothy was near tears as the onlookers started laughing at the spectacle.  "We'll take all three dresses for my Sissy -- and the pretty sandals, too!" Master announced.  "Don't bother changing him," Master said to the saleslady.  "He can wear that one home."

Sissy Pets -- part 2

Sissy Timothy hated going to his ballet lesson.  He was in a class of 9 and 10 year old girls.  He was forced to wear a peach colored leotard and a ruffled tutu.  Master always watched his ballet lesson, enjoying Timothy's humiliation as well as ensuring that Timothy was trying his hardest to learn to dance.

After class ended, Master took Sissy Timothy to the mall to go dress shopping.  Poor Sissy Timothy was still wearing his leotard as they walked into the dress departmant at Macy's.  Master found a sales lady and explained to her, "My Sissy and I are going to take a cruise together and I would like to get him some cute dresses to wear to dinner.  You know, something sweet for a Sissy."

"I think I understand what you might be looking for," the helpful saleslady said.    She disappeared for a few minutes and returned with an arm load of dresses.  "Let's see if any of these will work."  She proceeded to hold the dresses up in front of poor embarrassed Sissy Timothy, while his Master commented on which ones he liked best.  Having Master's approval on three of the dresses, the saleslady grabbed Sissy Timothy by the wrist and dragged him back to the ladies fitting room.  And to Sissy Timothy's surprise, she joined him in the room and closed the door behind them.

"Now, let's get you out of that leotard," the saleslady said.  Sissy Timothy hesitated.  "Come, come now," the saleslady chided, "Nothing to be ashamed of.  No 'men' in here," she said with a grin and a wink.

Sssy Timothy's face turned bright red as he squiggled out of his leotard.  The saleslady couldn't suppress her laughter when she saw Sissy Timothy standing there in his training bra and Hello Kitty panties. 

Sissy Timothy tried on the first of the dresses, a short, floral dress with a mostly open back.  He almost started crying when he saw his reflection in the mirror and how completely sissified he had become.

"Oh, that's adorable!" the saleslady said.  Let's go show your...gentleman friend."  Again, the saleslady grabbed Sissy Timothy by the arm and dragged him out of the fitting room.

Sissy Pets -- Part 1

During the past two years, there has been a hot new trend for Sissy owners and collectors. Instead of ordering big breasted, totally transformed artificial girls, some Masters are now ordering partially transformed Sissies. Allowing no surgery and often no hormones, these Masters like to own a forcibly sissified boy who they keep in a permanent state of sexual limbo and torment.   Although these Sissies sometimes have long hair and wear make up, these femme boys are not allowed to pose as girls. They are  Sissies. They are often dressed in cute little Sissy outfits and don't even get to have a girly name.  I call these things "Sissy Pets."


"Sissy Timothy!"  Master bellowed in the crowded restaurant, attracting as much attention as possible. Sissy Timothy scurried back to the table having checked his Master's coat.   Poor Timothy's face was bright red, feeling every eye in the restaurant staring at him as he raced back to his Master's table. The other restaurant guests laughed seeing Timothy in his humiliating sissified state.  His outfit was Sissy perfection -- a silky blouse with an oversized collar,  shorty-shorts, sheer anklet socks and platform sandals.  He was near tears having his sissification being displayed so publicly.

Master ordered their dinners in a loud voice.  "I'll start with a vodka Martini and then I'll have the steak. My Sissy will have a glass of skim milk and the mixed greens, no dressing. I need my Sissy to keep his girlish figure!" he added to the delight of everyone in the restaurant.

While they waited for their food, Mster took out his cell phone and snapped his fingers twice. Sissy Timothy leapt to his feet and immediately began to massage his Master's broad shoulders, while Master conducted some business on the phone.

When their food arrived, Master put away his phone and told Sissy Timothy to sit.  "Sissy, I have some fun plans for us for tomorrow."  Sissy Timothy looked up from his salad with dread.  "After your ballet lesson, I thought we would go to the mall and buy you some pretty new dresses.  Wouldn't you like that?"

"Yes, Master, I would like that very much.  Thank you," Sissy Timothy obediently replied, horrified by the idea of it.  The other restaurant guests listened to the conversation with amusement, fascination and confusion.

Custom Ordered Sissy

For the Sissies that I transform for my own fun and amusement, I typically go for a slim, slinky look.  You know, teeny little waist, skinny arms, long lean legs...Mmmmm.  And with this look, I usually go for feminine, lady-like bosom, a B-cup or maybe a C-cup. 

But when I get a custom order for a Sissy, the buyers almost always seem to want really, really big boobs.  Well, the customer is always right -- and I don't disappoint my customers!

Sissy Angelique came to me voluntarily three years ago.  He wanted to be transformed into a pretty girl and had dreams of opening a beauty salon.  Well, half of Sissy Angelique's dreams came true; he is indeed very, very pretty now.  As for returning home to open a beauty salon, well, that was never going to happen. 

I had an order for a Sissy with really big tits.  And I saw that Sissy Angelique had the right physique to look awesome with an enormous rack.  Of course, he totally freaked out when I told him what I was going to do to him.  But by then it was far too late for him to regain any control of his fate.

My client was delighted when I presented Sissy Angelique -- and those huge boobs -- to him.

And now, everywhere Sissy Angelique goes, he attracts stares and lewd comments from men and disgusted looks and derisive comments from women.  And his Master delights in showing off his Sissy's majestic boobs in public, allowing his Sissy to wear only the skimpiest, most revealing tops.  Sissy Angelique begs his Master to allow im to wear a bra and to cover up his massive tits.  But why would his Master agree to that?

750,000 Page Views!!!

Hello all you little Sissies and Sissy Owners and Trainers!

My blog has now had over three quarters of a million page views!  Isn't that exciting!!!

This tells me that there a great many Sissies in need of strict training, manipulation, captivity and humiliation.  And there are many Sissy Owners (and men and women who wish they had a Sissy of their very own) who are very interested in learning more about the art of forcibly transforming a male into a Sissy plaything.  I am delighted to see how large -- and how global -- our community is!

But listen up, all you pathetic little Sissies.  If you are a Sissy and you are visiting my site, I am INSTRUCTING you to leave Comments.  I am very pleased with the Sissies (and Masters/Mistresses) who have been leaving Comments.  But I am VERY disappointed in you Sissies who are visiting this site in secret.  That is not permitted!  Part of your Sissy journey REQUIRES you to put your Sissiness on display for all to see.  Express yourself to your community of Sissy sisters and superior Masters and Mistresses by commenting on the stories and pictures posted.  Share your Sissy feelings about the stories, your Sissy dreams, your Sissy fears.

The little Sissy in the picture is being punished for being disobedient by his cruel and demanding Mistress.  Ouch! You too will be punished if you continue to disappoint me.

A Sissy Learns his Lesson

Master pressed his Sissy hard against his muscular chest.  His massive arms wrapped tightly around his Sissy's head.

"There, there," Master said softly.  "It's over.  Now stop crying."  Master had just finished administering a severe spanking to his Sissy -- 50 of his hardest hits against his Sissy's bare bottom.  Master was very angry that Sissy had been two minutes late serving him his breakfast in bed this morning.
Sissy forced himself to stop crying as his Master had commanded, even though his bottom still burned from the brutal beating.  His tear dampened cheek now rested against his Master's chest.  Sissy felt so safe and so protected when Master held him like this.  Sissy relaxed as he inhaled deeply, savoring his Master's rich, masculine scent.  Sissy even managed a little smile as he felt his Master's massive cock stirring, stiffening.

"Have you learned your lesson, Sissy?" Master asked.

"Oh yes, Master.  I have.  I am very sorry that I disappointed you.  It will never happen again.  I promise."

Master smiled seeing his Sissy's complete subservience.  "Good," Master said.  "Now get on your knees and suck my dick."

Helpless Sissy Love Doll

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Sissy Goes Outside Part 5

For the last few weeks, I've been with Dick every possible minute.  We spend hours in his apartment where he lets me suck on his cock and please him in other ways.  I love making him cum!  It makes me feel alive and valuable to know that I'm giving my Man the pleasure he deserves.

And now we go out together at night too, several times a week.  We go to the movies and bars and restaurants.  It is so exciting to be the feminized Sissy possession of a big strong man.  I love spending my afternoons making myself pretty for Master Dick.  And I love spending my nights being kissed and fucked by him.

I am working so hard to make myself more feminine and sexy for Dick.  I've been dieting and lost seven pounds.  And I've started taking my sister's birth control pills.  The pills have already started making my skin softer and prettier and my nipples have become very swollen and sensitive.

Dick is nice to me almost all the time.  But sometimes I disappoint him and he has to punish me.  I understand.  It is important that I learn to be a perfect Sissy and to always please my Master.  Sometimes Master Dick has to spank me if I have failed him in some way.  He seems to like spanking me, especially if we are out in public.  I am very grateful to my Master for helping me to become a better Sissy.

Master Dick had told me that he had "special plans" for tonight. So I stole this elegant outfit and strappy I I wanted to look my best for my big night with Master Dick, so I borrowed and pretty lacy outfit and sexy strappy shoes from my mother's closet. Then I spent most of the afternoon at the beauty salon and had the girls give me "the works". They even gave my hair some pretty highlights.   I feel so beautiful and feminine!  Dick almost fainted when he saw me!

Dick had made reservation at the fancy French restaurant overlooking the river.  It was all so romantic!  And then, as we were waiting for dessert, Dick got down on one knee.  The whole restaurant went silent and everyone was watching us.  Then, Dick pulled a ring from his pocket and said loudly enough for all to hear, "Will you marry me?  Would you be my Sissy Wife?"

"Oh yes!  Yes!" I exclaimed.  "Of course I'll be your Sissy Wife!"

The people in the restaurant clapped, although they seemed a bit confused by what they just saw and heard.

So now I am going to be married to my Master Dick, who I adore and worship.  I will be able to dedicate the rest of my life to pleasing and serving my Master/Husband.  I am so happy!

And it is all because my sister and her friends caught me dressing in her clothes just a few months ago.  What a lucky Sissy I am!

A Sissy's Passage to India

Sissy Kismet was one of my bus depot runaway finds. He was young, small, alone and desperate. Just perfect for me!

I had an outstanding order from an Indian textile billionaire.  He had given me very precise specifications but I just couldn't find the right raw materials to make the Sissy wife he wanted. He also had a practically unlimited budget, so I was motivated not to disappoint this client.

Just as I was about to give up hope, I stumbled upon this perfect little sissy-to-be. It was easy to lure this frightened, exhausted little runaway back to my home where I could perform my feminization magic.

Within 24 hours, my latest acquisition was begging to be returned to his wretched life as a hungry bus depot runaway -- anything to escape the horror of his forced transformation.  I had to do a rush job.  My Indian client wanted to take delivery in just seven months so I pulled out all the stops.  Little Sissy Kismet's life became a non-stop, 24/7 exercise in extreme feminization.   I used massive dosages of hormones, some quick surgeries combined with brutal behavior modification training to perform the rapid transformation.

In preparation for my client taking delivery of his new young Sissy bride, he had purchased a traditional Indian wedding outfit -- complete with a long silk sari, veil and jewelry -- and had it shipped to me.  On the day my client came to inspect his new possession for the first time, I dressed the precious little Sissy in his wedding dress and jewels and carefully did his make-up to make him look both exotic and innocent.  I was delighted with how he looked.

Poor Sissy Kismet was in such a panic waiting for his new Husband and Master to arrive.  The pathetic little thing was literally quivering with terror.  But things really started to be fun when my client arrived.

My rich Indian client was repulsive.  He was a fat, disgusting brute.  He even smelled bad.  But when he first laid eyes on Sissy Kismet, I could tell that I had exceeded his expectations.  As he walked around his Sissy bride, inspecting his purchase, his excitement mounted.  The Sissy just stood there, motionless as he had been trained, his eyes looking down to the floor.  The disgusting businessman gave his Sissy's ass a firm squeeze.  He reached one massive hand down the front of his Sissy's sari, roughly feeling the Sissy's tiny but growing breasts.  Sissy let our an adorable little yelp when that happened.

The businessman started to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants, but I stopped him.  "Oh no!  You can't do that yet.  Not until you've paid!"

"Fine." the businessman grumbled.  "I'm late for a meeting anyway."  He re-zipped his pants and picked up the briefcase he had brought with him.  "Here," he said as he handed me the case.  I opened it.  Inside were stacks of hundred dollar bills.  My full payment in cash.

"Deliver him to my private plane in the morning," he said to me.  And to his lovely little Sissy he said, "And when we arrive in India, you and I will be married.  Won't that be wonderful!  You will be my little Sissy wife and slave for the rest of your life."

A Sissy's Place is in the Home

Poor little Sissy Tina.  Three years ago I sold Sissy Tina to a Master who firmly believes that a Sissy's place is in the home.  So much so that Sissy Tina hasn't been allowed out of his Master's home since the day he was purchased.  In fact, Sissy Tina doesn't even own any real clothes -- just sexy lingerie to wear around the house!

And doesn't Sissy Tina look absolutely delicious in this lovely white ensemble? Sissy Tina's Master has purchased literally hundreds of exquisite lingerie sets for his Sissy.  White ones, pink ones, black ones.  Little baby doll nighties, heavily boned corsets, sweet little teddies.  And maribou slippers with four inch heels -- in colors to match every outfit. 

Sissy Tina doesn't even have any clothes to wear when his Master invites company over.  Sissy Tina has to parade around in his lacy and frilly undies while everyone ogles -- and fondles -- his very exposed and marvelously feminized body.  Poor Sissy Tina wants to die of shame.

And Sissy Tina's Master enjoys having his silky little Sissy perched on his lap.  Poor Sissy Tina has to just sit there obediently and perfectly still as his Master runs his big rough hands all over his Sissy's soft skin.  And Master also enjoys the fact that his little Sissy is also dressed for sex whenever Master is in the mood!

If you had a Sissy of your own as pretty as Sissy Tina, would you allow him to wear clothes in your house?  Of course not!

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..."