Sissy Roommate Part 3 -- I Chose a Path

After Tank forced me to give him a blow job, I raced out of our room and cleaned myself up in the public bathroom down the hall. I decided that in the morning that I would go first to the Dean's office to report Tank and then go to the Housing office to demand a new room. I was going to tell them everything that happened to me last night.  I would probably get Tank expelled.  Or arrested. But for now, it was late at night and there was no way I was going to go back to my room.  I went down to the TV lounge on the first floor of the dorm.  I tried to fall asleep on the couch but I had no luck.  I was still awake at 4:30 in the morning when a special edition of the university newspaper was delivered to the dorm. 

I picked up a copy of the paper and couldn't believe my eyes. The front page -- I mean the entire front page -- was a photo of Tank!  A one word headline splashed across the top of the page, "Savior!"  I proceeded to read the story about Tank -- 3 whole pages and about 10 more photos!  Tank was one of the most highly recruited high school athletes in the entire country having set about a million high school records in football and track.  After an impressive performance as a Freshman at a powerhouse SEC school, he had, at the last minute, decided to transfer  to State U.  It was highly unusual and top NCAA officials had to approve the transfer.  The article eventually got around to some interesting stuff; at his prior university, there had been accusations of sexual assault and other things. There was even a rumor that he had broken the jaw of a teammate for blowing a coverage assignment -- during practice! But no actual charges were ever filed against him.  I got the feeling that people had been covering-up for this guy for years! And now, here he was.  At State U and in my room!

I thought about how I planned to complain to the Dean and realized that maybe this wasn't such a great idea.  Getting Tank to come to State U was probably the administration's greatest accomplishment.  Nobody was going to listen to my complaints.  I sat there on couch in the TV lounge  struggling to make sense of my predicament. And eventually I drifted off to sleep. 

As I slept, I had the strangest dreams. I dreamt about Tank.  I dreamt that I really was a woman.  I dreamt about being called "girl" and "bitch" and "slut," like Tank had called me.  And scariest of all, I dreamt about performing oral sex on Tank, his enormous hard dick sliding in and out of my mouth while I eagerly sucked on it.  Oh God! What was happening to me?

The dream continued.  Now a soft voice was calling to me saying over and over, "We're here for whatever you need. We're here for whatever you need. Just ask. Just ask." That's what the little man had said before he left our room.  And in the dream I looked in a mirror and my reflection was a beautiful girl! I had breasts and wore a pretty dress and make-up. "Whatever you need...whatever you need..."  And again, Tank's massive dick was in my mouth, my head vigorously bobbing up until he came.

I woke with a start, my head pounding.  I got up off the couch and wandered around campus as the sun was just starting to rise.  I walked down to the Athletic Center which was open but practically empty.  I found myself walking past the girls' locker room.  There was a huge bin by the door labeled, "Lost and Found."  I stopped in front of the bin and looked in it.  There were dozens of pieces of clothing and underwear in a jumble.  No one was around so I reached in and pulled out a pretty, lacy pink bra.  I shuddered as I held it.

There was a large plastic shopping bag on the floor near the bin.  Without thinking, I grabbed the bag and starting cramming handfuls of clothing from the bin into the bag.  When it was full, I found a paper grocery bag and filled it too.  As I started lifting clothes out of the bin, I noticed that there were some lipsticks and other make-up items rolling around the bottom of the bin.  I grabbed those as well.  I even found a necklace and a bracelet and those also went into my bag.  With my two bags of girls' things I made my way out of the back of the Athletic Center and walked back to my dorm.

When I entered, Tank was just getting up.  I noticed that he had thrown his dirty socks and underwear on my bed.  Tank said to me, "Well, did you do what I told you to do?  Did you get some girly stuff to wear?"

I looked at the floor.  I was so ashamed to be pushed around like this.  It was so humiliating.  And yet I felt so powerless to resist.  "Yes," I said softly.  

"Good. Put it on and then get over here.  And hurry up."

I took my two bags of clothes into the bathroom.  I dumped out my random clothes onto the floor, having no idea what I had gathered or what size everything was.  I stripped down and slipped on the pretty pick lacy bra and some panties that were really tight. I rolled up two pairs of panty hose and used them to fill out the bra cups. Then I put on very short black denim skirt and a pink and black paisley top that didn't even cover my tummy.  I slipped on the necklace and the bracelet.  I was about to go back into the room when I remembered that I should put on make-up.  I chose one of the lipsticks and quickly put some on, although I don't think I did a very good job with it.

I was checking myself in the bathroom mirror and was getting dizzy seeing this very feminine reflection in the mirror when Tank bellowed from the other room, "Hurry up!"  I snapped out of my reverie and returned to the bedroom where Tank was waiting for me, completely naked.

"Let me see you," Tank said.  I stood in front of Tank, my eyes lowered, too ashamed to look at Tank.  "Yeah, that's a lot better.  You know you should have been born a girl.  I mean just look at you."  I felt like crying from the shame of my situation -- and yet I was strangely excited by what was happening.

"Well don't just stand there.  Get busy."  Tank plopped down on his bed.  I sat down on the edge of the bed and started rubbing his cock which got hard almost instantly.  "Mmmm, yeah baby, I like that.  You are a good little whore."  And after a few minutes he said, "Now suck me off, slut."  I obeyed.  I slid his giant cock into my mouth and licked and sucked and did everything I could think of to it.  Tank didn't have to force me this time.  I submitted to Tank's superiority and assumed my new position as his sissy.

As Tank came in my mouth, he growled, "That's right, swallow it all, bitch. You like that, don't you, you little whore."  I did my best to swallow it all down but there was just so much.  Some escaped my lips and dribbled down my chin.  Having no more use for me, Tank roughly shoved me away, saying, "Clean yourself up, you filthy cunt.  You're a disgrace.  And do my laundry."

Sissy Roommate -- Part 2 -- The First Time

As I said, I am Tank's full-time sissy girlfriend now.  I wear only girl clothes and make-up and I keep my hair long and in a very feminine style. I diet to stay super skinny.  I slather my body with creams and lotions to keep my skin soft.  I do this all to please Tank.  I haven't seen Tank all summer and he should be arriving any minute. Here are some photos Tank took of me last spring. He likes it when I wear really short skirts.

But I wasn't always a girlish sissy living only to serve a demanding, strong alpha-male. My life changed completely that first day that I met him.

"Come over here," Tank said, without even bothering to ask my name.  "I have a cramp in my leg.  I need you to massage it for me."  Tank pulled off the sweat pants he had been wearing, revealing a thin pair of nylon gym shorts.

I did not want to do what Tank was asking.  "I don't know anything about massages or..." I started to explain.

"Just do it now!" he demanded, pointing to his thigh.


I don't know why, but I complied with his order.  I figured he was an important athlete and that I should try to help him out if I could.  I knelt by his bed and started rubbing his thigh.

"Mmm.  Yeah.  That's good.  Rub harder.  Yeah," he said.  I was pleased that I was doing it right.  "You're hands are so soft.  Like a girl's."  I felt embarrassed when he said that but I kept on rubbing his thigh.

"Now jerk me off," Tank said as if it were the most natural request in the world. I was completely shocked when he said that.  I pulled away from him and said I wouldn't do that.  "Yes you will," he insisted.  With one hand he yanked down his shorts and with the other he grabbed my wrist and forced my hand on his enormous dick.  "Do it," he commanded, keeping his hand firmly wrapped around my wrist.  I was really scared and no match for this mountain of a man.  I wrapped my fingers around his huge cock and started stroking him, pumping him.  "Yeah, bitch! That's it!"  His breathing got more rapid and his dick started swelling.

"You know," he said, "You sort of look like a girl.  You got long hair and no muscles.  Yeah, I think we're going to pretend that you really are a girl."  He was really panting now.

"Use your mouth, bitch" he ordered.  No way I was going to that, but Tank grabbed hold of my hair and forced my head to his crotch.  I sealed my lips tightly closed, but with his other hand, Tank pinched my nose so I couldn't breathe. "Open wide, slut," he said with a laugh. As I opened my mouth to gasp for air, Tank jammed his dick into my mouth.  With both of his hands now tightly holding my head in place, I had no ability to move or fight back.  And in an instant, Tank's cock exploded, filling my mouth with spurt after spurt of his hot, sticky cum.

When he was done with me, he roughly shoved me away.  "Next time, wear a dress and some make-up or something so it won't feel so gay."

"What the fuck," was all I could think, as I pulled myself up from the floor and ran out of the room. 

Sexy Beach Sissy

Sam is a total sissy.  He loves dressing up in his sister's clothes and pretending that he's a girl. He used to do it only around the house when his parents were out.  But now that he has his driver's license, he likes to go out in public as "Samantha."  Sometimes he goes to bars and clubs. Sometimes he'll walk around the mall or the park.  But his favorite thing to do is to hang out at the beach.

He saved enough money working part-time jobs to buy an old VW van.  This is both his car and his dressing room.  Every day during the summer, he leaves the house early in the morning as Sam. He drives to a quiet place to park and climbs in the back of the van and transforms into Samantha.  He fixes his shaggy black hair in a way that looks cute and feminine.  He does his make-up -- he loves wearing lots of bright red lipstick!   He puts on a bikini with just enough fabric to hide his fake boobs. And he wears a super tight panty under his bikini bottoms so that he is perfectly flat and smooth in front. Lastly, he puts on some dangly earrings and sprays himself with a flowery perfume. Once he is satisfied with his look, Samantha continues the drive to the beach.

On most days, Samantha arrives at the beach before there is any real action there so he hangs in the van and listens to the radio. There are a bunch of regulars that are also around early in the morning -- maintenance workers, cops, vendors, lifeguards -- heading into work. Samantha knows a lot of these men by name and a bunch of them go out of their way to swing by the van and flirt with the pretty brunette girl for a little while.  Samantha's favorites are the cops and the lifeguards.

Sometimes if the cop or the lifeguard is especially cute, Samantha will invite him into the van to make-out. The really lucky ones get to go into the back of the van where Samantha will wrap those pouty, red, slick lips around their cocks and suck them off.

But that's just the start of Samantha's day.

By now the beach is starting to fill up. Samantha grabs his towel and sunglasses and heads out across the quickly warming sand. The trick for Samantha is to find the right spot on the beach where he will attract a lot of attraction from the boys hanging out there.  He knows that sometimes big groups of older boys hang out on the stretch of beach just past the pier. There are fewer people out there and it's a perfect place to throw a football around.  Samantha will find a promising group of boys and place his towel just near enough that the boys will definitely notice him.  It never takes long before one or two brave boys will venture over a strike up a conversation with the cute brunette laying on her towel.  A little flirting, a little giggling and Samantha will easily hook one unsuspecting boy.

"Would you please put some sunscreen on my back?" Samantha will ask a guy he is interested in.  No boy has ever answered "no." Samantha gets a rush of sensual pleasure feeling a boy's strong, rough hands spreading lotion on his soft shoulders and back.

Some of the boys get the chance to go for a walk down the beach with Samantha.  Samantha likes how it feels when a big strong boy wraps his arm around his skinny, exposed shoulders. His pulse quickens when a boy pulls him close as they walk side-by-side. It makes Samantha feel so feminine. The walk along the beach often leads to some making out under the pier.  Samantha likes pressing up against a strong young man while they make out.  He especially likes feeling his admirer's dick get hard as they kiss.














And the luckiest boys -- the most handsome, most muscular, most studly ones -- get invited back to the van for a special treat. He starts off by getting these boys aroused with his mouth, licking and sucking their dicks until they are nearly ready to cum, But before they do, Samatha quickly repositions himself so that the boy is on top of him. With his soft hands he finishes the job so that that boy shoots his hot cum all over Samantha's flat, exposed, lotion covered belly.  

The boys at the beach don't know Samantha's secret. But now you do. So would you go into the back of the his van with him if he invited you? Of course you would.

Taking Delivery of My New Sissy -- Part 1

Yesterday was the happiest day of my life. You see, I took possession of the new Sissy I had ordered from Ms. Trainer's Feminization Service. When I set eyes on my new Sissy boy, well my heart nearly stopped beating -- and my great big dick got instantly hard! 


When I arrived at Ms. Trainer's I was led into a private reception room where my sissy was waiting for me.  He was patiently kneeling on the floor, his skinny, frail little body barely concealed by a flimsy, sheer black lingerie set.  I thought he looked like a little angel.  His skin was pale and soft, his face was made-up perfectly, and his perfect titties were visible through his sheer lacy blouse.

I had gotten addicted to sissies about 5 years ago after my second wife left me.  I never had much luck with women.  They won't tolerate my abusive behavior and my insatiable need for sex. That's when I started hanging out at tranny bars and picking up sissies for one-night stands.  It was easy and I could treat them like shit -- and they seemed to enjoy it.  But I grew tired of the bar scene and the drag queens that I was having sex with weren't doing it for me any more.  

That's when I learned about Ms. Trainer's Service.  For an enormous sum of cash (don't worry, I'm rich) Ms. Trainer said she could provide me with a trained, transformed sissy that would meet my every requirement.  Well that's what she did and she exceeded my expectations.

My new sissy is simply gorgeous.  At first I couldn't take my eyes off his perfect little sissy body.  But then I noticed his big, beautiful hazel eyes.  I was entranced.  I knew I had found the sissy of my dreams!

"Your new name is 'Gwendolyn'," I announced.  "And you shall call me 'Daddy'.  Or 'Sir'  Any Questions?" 

"No questions, Daddy...Sir," my new sissy answered immediately and meekly.

"Good," I responded.  "Now, tell me about yourself.  Tell me where you come from and how you came to be here," I asked.

Sissy Gwedolyn seemed surprised by the question at first but after a moment started to answer.  "Well, Daddy, Sir," he started.  "I was born in a town outside of C..."

Before Sissy Gwendolyn could even start his first sentence, I slapped him hard across his pretty sissy face. "Nobody cares about who you were or where you came from," I snarled.  "As far as we are concerned, your entire life started today, right here, when you met me. I am your life.  I am everything.  Beyond me there is nothing.  And without me, you are nothing.  Do you understand?"

"Yes, Daddy Sir.  Yes, yes, I understand.  Please forgive me.  I am so sorry.  That will never happen again," Sissy Gwendolyn managed to blurt out knowing that he had badly transgressed.



"Now suck my dick," I commanded.  Sissy Gwendolyn did exactly as directed. As he unzipped my pants and pulled down my briefs, he gasped -- either in admiration or more likely terror -- at the size of my monstrous cock.  He quickly regained his composure and focus. He pulled his pretty shoulder length hair back away from his lovely face and went to town on my cock.  My new little sissy knew exactly what he was doing in the cock sucking department!  He kissed, licked and sucked my rock hard dick until it exploded in his pretty little mouth.  He eagerly swallowed every single drop of my cum as if it were the most expensive and delicious champagne in the world!

My Sissy Neighbor -- Part 7: Sissy Anita's Date

The week seemed to go by very quickly and suddenly it was Sunday -- and time for Anita's date with the manager of Club Satin.  This guy obviously enjoyed using his position of authority to take advantage of the women who worked at the club.  And now the creepy manager had turned his attention to our Anita. And poor Anita was too frightened to turn him down.

Anita came over to our house around 5:00 to get ready as he usually does.  He had agreed to meet the manager at a trendy bar downtown for a drink at 6:30 and then they would go down the block for dinner.

Even though Anita didn't really want to go out on this date, he sure dolled himself in a way that any man would certainly find irresistible. Just take a look at the photo I took before Anita headed out for the evening.  He is so gorgeous!

As Anita was trying to get out the door to get downtown on time, mom was nervously giving him all the advice a mom could give a daughter going out on her first date -- "don't drink too much," "do you have some emergency money?" "call me immediately if you need me," and on and on.  It was very cute, but I think it was making Anita even more nervous.  Eventually, mom let Anita go and he grabbed his purse and car keys and headed out for the evening.

Mom and I waited up for Anita to get back home -- it was almost midnight when he got back.  Mom, of course, had been worrying herself sick. But we both sighed in relief when we heard Anita's car pull into the driveway.  But our fears returned when he walked in.  His hair and make-up were rather a mess.  I had never seen him looking so forlorn, so weary. Obviously something awful had happened on Anita's date.

"You poor, poor thing," mom cooed.  "Sit down here, dear, and I will bring you some tea. Now tell us what happened to you."

Anita described his evening. "It started out fine. The cocktail before dinner was fun and the restaurant was nice.  The manager was an OK date -- he talked a lot about himself which I guess all guys do.  He was pretty funny.  After a couple of drinks he got very, very flirty and...hands-y, but that wasn't so bad -- I get that at the club all the time. It was after dinner that things turned awful." Anita took a sip of his tea.

The manager, Anita explained, wanted them both to go back to his place.  Anita had tried to get out of it.  "I told him that it was late and that going back to his apartment wasn't a very good idea.  And besides, I told him, I'm having my period."

"Good girl!" mom exclaimed.

"But that didn't slow him down at all," Anita said.  "He claimed that he only wanted to go back to his place for one final drink and to talk a bit more. So I agreed. Stupidly." Tears started to well up in Anita's eyes. We waited silently for an eternity for Anita to go on.  Finally he exclaimed, "He forced me to give him a blow job!"

A Boyfriend for my Sissy Husband -- part 4

Martin had ordered some champagne from room service which was a very good idea because even though Danielle was excited by everything that was happening to him, he was also very frightened.  The champagne helped to settle his nerves.

"Martin," Danielle said softly, "I need you to know that I've never done this before."

"That's OK," Martin replied coolly, "I've done it lots."

Danielle wasn't exactly sure how this was going to work. If he took off all his clothes, he wouldn't look like a girl anymore and that would spoil the effect for Danielle -- and maybe for Martin too. So while Martin was in the bathroom, Danielle pulled out a sexy nightgown that he managed to stuff in his purse before leaving.  He slipped his nightgown on over his well-padded bra and panties. Danielle freshened his lipstick, put on a bit more perfume and checked himself out in the mirror.  He was very satisfied that he looked pretty and sexy in his nightgown. And with his bra and pads in place, he had all the right curves.  His fantasy was intact; he was a beautiful woman about to have sex with a handsome man.  He slipped on the hotel robe and waited.

Martin emerged from the bathroom looking very sexy. He was also wearing a hotel robe. They made out for a few heavenly minutes. Then Danielle dropped his robe to the floor, revealing his sexy nightgown. Martin looked admiringly at Danielle and gave him a little wolf whistle. "Let's get under the covers," he said.  And so they did. And then the action began.

Martin took control and directed Danielle every step of the way.  And Danielle did everything -- everything -- Martin told him to do.  It started with Danielle stroking and massaging Martin's cock, which made it get stiff.  Danielle was amazed by how big Martin's cock was! It seemed to keep growing and growing the more Danielle played with it. It was at least ten times as big as Danielle's tiny penis.

Then Danielle was instructed to kiss and suck on Martin's cock.  Martin started pumping slowly back and forth in Danielle's mouth. Danielle struggled to fit much of Martin's giant dick in his mouth but he tried his best.  Then Martin's rocking started to get faster and stronger.  After a few minutes, Martin was forcing powerful, deep thrusts into Danielle's mouth, forcefully holding Danielle's head in place so his cock was snaking into Danielle's virgin throat.  And that is when Martin started cumming for the first time.  It seemed to Danielle that a gallon of hot semen was flooding into his mouth.  "Swallow it!  Swallow, bitch!" Martin growled.  Danielle never heard him talk like that but figured it was what real men say when they're excited.

Danielle's ass was next and Martin was ready to do again after just a few minutes rest.  Martin smeared lube on his dick and on Danielle's ass. He positioned Danielle on all fours and then he went to town.  For Danielle, it was very painful at first, having a giant cock rammed up his butt for the very first time. But after a few minutes it started to feel good and Danielle enjoyed the feeling of giving his man such pleasure. Just like before the thrusting start slowly but picked up speed and power as Martin's excitement built. He fucked Danielle hard.  With one arm wrapped around Danielle's waist, he used his free arm to spank Danielle's ass -- hard -- in time with his thrusts. "Say you love me, bitch!  Say it!  Say it now and say it loud!" he yelled at Danielle. Danielle didn't like being called "bitch" but he did as he was told.  "I love you, Martin.  I love you!" he said as loud as he could. As Martin came inside Danielle's ass, Danielle's little dick exploded too, spilling his cum all over the sheets.

Martin wasn't done.  He had taken three Viagra pills as soon as they had checked in.  He shoved his filthy dick back into Danielle's mouth and Danielle didn't protest. After several minutes of more rough thrusting, Danielle could tell Martin was about ready to cum again. Danielle prepared himself to swallow another flood of semen.  But Martin didn't cum in Danielle's mouth. Instead, Martin pulled out of his mouth just before cumming, shooting wads of hot cum into Danielle's face and hair.

Martin climbed out of bed and let out a little chuckle as he looked at the cum soaked sissy mess lying there. "Here," Martin said, handing Danielle his champagne glass, "have a drink."

 "Are you coming back to bed?" Danielle purred.  "I want to snuggle."

"Sure, I'll be there in just a minute," Martin said.  Danielle pulled the sheets up to his chin and promptly fell asleep.

4 Million Page Views! Get Ready for a Sissy Celebration!

Congratulations all you Sissies, Admirers, Masters and Mistresses! We have now reached 4 million page views! Isn't that wonderful!  I want to personally thank all of you for visiting my site and making this blog such a success.

Obviously, this proves just how many sissies are living out there -- all around the world -- in need of a firm, guiding hand to help them on their sissy journeys and to fulfill their sissy destinies.














Now it is time to celebrate!  I want all you Sissies reading this to join in our worldwide celebrations -- just like Sissy Ginger is doing.  I sent Sissy Ginger an email earlier with instructions. And Sissy Ginger is very obedient and will exactly as he is told.


First you need to do your hair and make-up. It has to be perfect for tonight.  Make sure those pouty, pretty lips are red and glossy -- your mouth will be definitely be put to work tonight!



Then put on your sexiest undies. Look at how pretty Sissy Ginger looks in his bra and panties!  Sissy Ginger has been on a strict diet for the last six months and it has really paid off, don't you think?  And he has tucked his little sissy clitty away so well -- you can hardly see any bulge at all in his pretty panties.

Did you buy a special dress for tonight?  Sissy Ginger bought two. Which do you think he will wear tonight?  I hope he picks the silver one.  I love how it sparkles!  I know he will get extra attention tonight if he wears that one.




















      








Sissy Ginger grabs his purse and his car keys and heads out to the big party. Tonight there are going to be big celebrations for our 4 million page views in LA, New York, Miami, Berlin, Marseilles, Hong Kong and Sydney! Sissy Ginger lives in Miami and  has been instructed to go to the club on South Beach that I have reserved for tonight.  The club will be filled with sissies and Admirers.  There will be music, an open bar -- and no rules!

Sissy Ginger will get a lot of attention at the club tonight because he is such a beautiful sissy. Men will be competing with each other for the opportunity to flirt with him, to dance with him, to run their hands over his soft, slender body.



Oh dear, it looks like Sissy Ginger has been drugged and taken back to some man's home.  Sissy Ginger's night is going to start getting really freaky now!  I think that's the perfect way to celebrate!  

Tell me, Sissies, how are you going to celebrate our 4 million page views?  Remember Sissies, you are required to leave comments to express your sissy feelings for all the world to see!

Lots more weird and wonderful Sissy stories coming soon!  

Tammy -- My Weekend Sissy

I love having a sissy husband.  He is so attentive and loving -- and completely docile and obedient. All he cares about is my happiness.  I never have to worry about what he wants or needs -- in my house, my wants and needs are all that matter.

But the best part of being married to a sissy is the weekends!  Every weekend, hubby leaves his stupid boy clothes behind and he becomes my sexy girlfriend Tammy.  He is totally convincing when dressed as a girl.  I keep him on a very strict diet so his body looks delicate and feminine.  His long legs are soft and shapely. And of course I insist that he keeps his entire body completely hair free.

Today is Friday and I have been waiting for him to get home from work so that we can get ready for our weekend adventures.  Of course I have already picked out the outfits he will wear.  He takes a quick shower and rubs a perfumed body lotion all over his soft, smooth legs.  I help him squeeze into the tight, tight girdle that I make him wear.  Then I adjust the padding for his boobs and his hips -- and voila!  Suddenly my girlfriend Tammy has curves in all the right places.   I sit him down at my vanity and do his make-up -- smoky sexy eye shadow, fun fake eyelashes, deep red lipstick.  I pin a long, wavy, auburn wig on him and spray him with a heavy dose of Chanel #5. Then I help him into the tight sweater and skirt I have picked out for him tonight and then strap on the sexy red shoes I want him to wear.

My Tammy looks so pretty, so sexy!  We grab our purses and get into the car.

"Where are we going tonight?" my Tammy asks in his soft, girlish voice.

"We're going back to Club Vibe," I reply.  "I thought you would enjoy that since we had so much fun there last Friday."

Tammy suddenly goes pale knowing that we were returning to Club Vibe.  You see, we had a pretty wild time there last weekend.










































Last Friday we arrived at the club around 9:30, just as things were getting busy. Some guys started buying us drinks and flirting with us.  I know Tammy doesn't like it when I flirt with other guys.  And he hates it when men hit on him. But that's exactly what always happens when we go out together.  I love when guys stare at Tammy's big fake boobs.  Poor Tammy is so uncomfortable with all the masculine attention he attracts. But he knows that I expect him to to behave like a sexy, hot chick, and that's exactly what he does.

Anyway, last Friday, we met a couple of guys -- businessmen -- at the bar and we talked with them and let them buy us a few drinks. They we really good looking - tall and muscular.  After a while they asked us to dance. Once they were out on the dance floor, Tammy and her guy started making out!  Tammy's man was hugging him tightly while they frenched, Tammy's fake boobs pressed hard against the man's muscular chest. And his hands were all over my sissy -- especially his padded ass! I was enjoying really enjoying watching this show but I tore my gaze away so I could start making out with my guy.  I sure hoped that Tammy wasn't too busy with his stud to notice the action I was getting.

After a lot more drinks and a lot more kissing and groping, it was getting late so I asked the guys to drive us back to our hotel. They called for a limo and off we went. In the backseat of the limo, Tammy and I both went down on our new boyfriends.  I know that Tammy hates sucking cock.  And when the dick in Tammy's mouth started cumming, I thought Tammy was going to die from disgust.  But he swallowed every drop and licked his man's dick clean, just like I taught him.

We said our good-byes to our two very happy new boyfriends and went up to our hotel room.  I was so turned on by everything we did that I made Tammy go down on me for like an hour!

And that was just Friday night!  I haven't even told you about the rest of the weekend.

 I wonder if Tammy and I will see our boyfriends from last week at Club Vibe tonight?

A Sissy's Mother Has a Plan -- Part 2

Mr. Robbins had never experienced a blow job like this before -- not from any of his girlfriends or from his ex-wives or even from any of the hookers who worked for him. As he looked down at the reluctant sissy he was face fucking, he felt a sense of power and excitement he had never felt before. It was electrifying to have his dick sucked by a boy that was transformed into a girly love toy just for his pleasure.

The excitement was too much for Mr. Robbins. As he started to cum, he roughly pulled Sissy Billy's head into his crotch, ramming the full length of his dick far down the sissy's throat. Mr. Robbin's orgasm was explosive. It felt as if he was pumping gallon after gallon of semen into the feminized plaything in front of him. It was the most powerful orgasm of his life!

But for poor Sissy Billy, it was not enjoyable at all.  He struggled to remain conscious throughout the ordeal as the giant cock was forced down his throat while Mr. Robbins roughly gripped the back of the sissy's pretty little head. 

As Mr. Robbins slowly removed his spent cock from Sissy Billy's mouth, he had a realization. Why should he put up Billy's mother -- that gold-digging bitch -- when he could just have her sissy son instead?  He sent a text to his "driver" who was waiting outside.  "Need U 2 take out trash."

Sissy Billy was collapsed on the floor after his brutal face fucking.  He was gagging, gasping for air and sobbing all at the same time.  Mr. Robbins kicked Sissy Billy.  "Go fix your make-up, Sissy," Mr. Robbins said. "I'm not done with you yet."

Billy had seated himself at the vanity when the "driver" -- one of Mr. Robbins' thugs -- burst into the room. Mother and Billy were shocked when this stranger, this mountain of a man, stormed into the bedroom.

"What's going on here?!  Who are you?!" Mother screeched, as she tried to cover her nearly naked body.  

"Which one?" the driver asked, ignoring Mother's question.  

"The old one," replied Mr. Robbins. And while Sissy Billy sat in open-mouthed shock, the driver overpowered Mother and held a drugged rag over her nose and mouth until she was unconconsious. The driver then threw Mother over his shoulder and carried her out to the car.   

"What's...what's happening?" Sissy Billy managed.  "What did you do to my Mother?"

"Don't worry about her.  She's just going away."  What he didn't say was that Mother would soon be lying in a New Jersey landfill.

"Well now, Billy," Mr. Robbins continued. "It looks like it's going to be just you and me from now on. You're going to move into my house and you're going to be my full time Sissy whore.  Doesn't that sound like fun?" he added with a snear. 

"Maybe I'll give you some great big boobs.  Yeah, I like that idea.  And maybe I'll cut off your dick."  Mr. Robbins' own dick was starting to get hard again.  Roughly, he grabbed the sissy and bent him over the back of a love seat, positioning the sissy's little bottom up in the air. "Time to lose your sissy cheery!" Mr. Robbins said as he drove his big dick into Billy's tight little bottom.

"On, yeah! That feels great!" Mr. Robbins exclaimed.  Mr. Robbins had another explosive orgasm while tears of pain, humiliation and fear poured down Sissy Billy's face.  

A Sissy's Mother Has a Plan -- Part 1

Billy had been seated at his mother's vanity for the past two hours while she did his hair and his make-up, ensuring that Billy looked like a sweet and sexy young lady.  Heavy gold earrings hung from his recently pierced ears.  His eyebrows had been plucked into gentle arches.  His recent strict dieting had succeeded in making him very skinny and delicate looking.

He wore nothing but a darling little bra and panty outfit in the softest pink. Mother had padded the bra cups to give the appearance that Billy had little breasts.  The bra was festooned with a a large bow and long ribbon. It was a very seductive outfit.

The doorbell rang and mother exclaimed, "Oh good!  He's here!  Now don't forget ANYTHING I told you about what you are going to do tonight. Do you understand?"

Billy turned on the little vanity stool on which he had been perched.  He looked at his mother who was wearing the identical pink bra and panty set.  His anxiety was mounting by the minute.  He pleaded, "But mother, do I really have to do this? Please don't make me. Please!"

Mother was not going to tolerate even a hint of insubordination.  She needed Billy's complete and enthusiastic cooperation.  Mother stormed over to where Billy sat on the vanity stool and pointed her long, manicured finger directly in his face.  "Do NOT let me down tonight or you will regret it! I think we should both consider ourselves very fortunate that Mr. Robbins has taken such a keen interest in us.  With just a little more effort, I think he might ask me to marry him and then all our problems will be solved.  We are completely broke and things have been very hard for me ever since your lousy father ran out on us."

"But mother, please!" Billy said as tears welled up in his eyes.  "I've been good.  I let you dress me up like a girl and go out with both of you on your dates.  I even let Mr. Robbins touch me and hug me. But this is completely different. Dressed like this he is going to expect only one thing.  Sex!"

"No shit, genius," Mother harshly replied.

"And besides," Billy said through his tears. "Mr. Robbins is a bad man.  Everyone knows he's part of the mob."

That comment enraged Mother.  She slapped her sissy son hard across the face. "You take that back! Mr. Robbins is rich because of his perfectly legimate waste disposal business. Now wipe those tears away and pull yourself together." 

Mother went downstairs and let Mr. Robbins.  When she led him into the bedroom, he saw that both Mother and her sissy son were dressed in the exact same sexy outfit.  A big smile crossed his face.  "Well," Mr. Robbins said. "This is going to be an interesting evening.  Let's see what this sissy can do.  Get over here and get on your knees, sissy."

Sissy Billy did as he was ordered.  He unzipped Mr. Robbins pants and outsprang an enormous cock.  "Don't just stare at it, sissy!  Suck it!  NOW!"

Reluctantly, Billy did what Mr. Robbins wanted.  He closed his eyes and put the stiffening dick in his mouth.  Mr. Robbins firmly held the back of Sissy Billy's head as he began pumping in and out of Billy's virgin mouth.

Completing My Husband's Sissy Journey - Part 3

Tonight, Marcus, Colette and I are "staying in" for the evening.  Colette prepared a lovely dinner for the three of us.  After he had finished clearing the dishes, Colette and I went up to our bedroom to get ready for the rest of the evening.

Colette took off the pretty little black dress he had been wearing and changed into a sexy outfit I had bought for him -- a silk brochade corset in the deepest green, sheer black opera gloves, and black seamed stockings. I had him slip on his sexiest shoes -- black platforms with a 6 inch heel.  He looked so beautiful as he stood in front of the mirror to brush his hair and to freshen his red red lipstick.  I noticed with great pleasure how his diet of female hormones combined with the corset was making his bottom look so soft and round.

I could see that Colette was getting nervous about what was about to happen so I gave him a Valium to settle him down a bit.  

I changed into a lacy black negilgee.  Almost as sexy as Colette's outfit but much more comfortable.

I posed Colette on the edge of a chair and invited Marcus into the bedroom.  When he saw the two of us in our sexy black outfits I thought his eyes were going to pop out of his head.  Marcus told Colette to stand and to turn around so he could enjoy the view of sexy Colette from every angle.  "That is one fine looking sissy!" Marcus said appreciatively.




























I wrapped my arms around our handsome lover.  "Well, Marcus, where do you want to begin.  Would you like us to suck your dick together?" I asked.  "Or maybe you'd like to fuck me while Colette tongues you asshole?"

"Nah," he replied.  "The sissy can wait.  I just want to have sex with you for a while."

"OK, darling.  Whatever you want.  Colette, sweetie, please go wait in ths closet until Marcus and I are done," I instructed. The combination of the wine from dinner and the Valium were having an effect on Colette. Obediently, he walked into the closet as he had done on other occassions when Marcus and I needed some alone time.  I closed the closet door and Marcus and I made passionate (and very loud!) love while Colette listened and waited in the closet. 

After Marcus had fully satisfied -- and exhausted -- me, he called out, "Sissy!  Get in here!"  Colette emerged from the closet.  "Get on the bed," Marcus instructed.



"Oh!" I exclaimed.  "He looks so pretty.  Let me take some photos before you two have sex!" I said.  I grabbed my camera and had Colette assume a variety of sexy photos on the bed.  Marcus was clearly getting turned on watching this, his huge cock already starting to get hard again.

I kept taking photos as Marcus used poor little Colette for his enjoyment, first with Colette's mouth and then with his "sissy pussy."  I have a whole collection of Colette's "action photos" posted on the web.

When Marcus was finally done cumming in my sweet little Colette, he told Colette to go sleep in the guest room so he could spend the rest of the night with me alone.  As Colette was about to leave the bedroom I said, "Colette, aren't you forgetting something?"

"Oh yes, of course," he replied. "Thank you for fucking me Mr. Marcus.  And thank you for fucking and pleasuring my wife in ways I never could."

"You're welcome, sissy," Marcus replied.  "Now get out."  And with that, Colette retreated to the little guest room for the night, a little unsteady in his high heels on account of the wine, the Valium and the serious fucking he had just had endured.