Dr.Thompson's Sissy

I do not like being owned by Dr. Thompson. But I am trapped. I am now Dr. Thompson's Sissy Tabitha.

It started last October, about eight months ago, when I visited Dr. Thompson, the school counselor. I was confused and worried about my urge to crossdress. I felt that I needed to talk to somebody and Dr. Thompson seemed kind and willing to talk to me. When I started talking, Dr. Thompson appeared very interested in hearing about my problem. He asked me dozens of questions and gently urged me to describe all of my crossdressing experiences and my sissy feelings in great detail. At first it was embarrassing to reveal my secrets, but Dr. Thompson was persistent and eventually I opened up and shared everything -- absolutely everything.

What I didn't know then was that Dr. Thompson was recording the interview with a hidden camera and microphone.

"Well, Timmy," Dr. Thompson said as the two hour meeting concluded. "You really are quite the little sissy faggot aren't you?" Dr. Thompson's tone and words had suddenly turned harsh and mean. "Here's what we're going to do. You see, I recorded everything you just said -- sound and video -- and unless you want me to share this with everyone you know, you're going to do everything I say. Do you understand?"

I was so shocked that I couldn't even respond.  That's when Dr. Thompson slapped me hard across the face. "I asked you a question, sissy! DO...YOU...UNDERSTAND?"

I finally nodded and said that I understood.  And that's when Dr. Thompson started taking over my life.

Dr. Thompson convinced my parents that I had some kind of learning diability and that I needed to have "special tutoring" every weekend. In reality, Dr. Thompson was arranging to have me be his very own weekend sissy captive. Instead of attending the special classes he described to my parents, I have to go to Dr. Thompson's house every Saturday on Sunday morning and spend the entire day as Dr. Thompson's sissy plaything.



As soon as I arrive, Dr. Thompson orders me to strip out of my boy clothes and then he begins the process of dressing me up like a girl. Dr. Thompson has an enormous collection of girl's clothing -- I guess I am not his first sissy. He spends several hours supervising me as I transform into Tabitha, ensuring every detail conforms to his very perverted and very precise desires. He watches me as I slip on a bra and panties, as I do my make-up and make my hair look pretty. My outfit for the day depends on his mood. Sometimes he has me put on a frilly party dress. Other times he dresses me up in a sexy lady outfit. Some of the clothes are really uncomfortable, like this one. The stockings and panty are made of a really tight rubbery material and he laces the corset so tight that it is hard to breathe.

Once I am all dressed and my face covered with make-up, Dr. Thompson starts ordering me around. Usually it starts with me making his lunch.  Then I have to tidy up his home -- vacuuming, dusting, washing windows, doing his laundry. After he tires of watching me scurrying around like his private maid, he tells me to sit next to him on the couch.  Then he starts feeling me up and kissing me.  I have to sit on his lap, feeling his hard dick poking me through his trousers.  Eventually he takes me by the hand and leads me back into his bedroom where he does terrible things that I can't even talk about.  And all the while he takes photos and videos of me. Then, as evening approaches, he orders me to clean off my make-up and to change back into boy clothes so I can go home. 

This went on all fall and all winter.  I dreaded every weekend but at least the end of the school year was approaching. I figured I would be free from Dr. Thompson's clutches, at least during the summer until school started again.

But those dreams were crushed.  Dr. Thompson spoke to my parents and convinced them that there was a special summer camp for children with my "learning disability." He even managed to get them to pay him $3000 in "camp fees."  But of course, there was no summer camp. Dr. Thompson had just arranged to have me as his full-time sissy travelling companion for five weeks.

Here's a photo of me taken during our long summer vacation together.  I am kept dressed as a girl 24/7.  He makes me wear fancy, silky dresses and high heel shoes everywhere. He even took me to a beauty salon for have my hair and nails done. He enjoys taking me out in public -- restaurants, shopping malls, sightseeing, even on airplanes -- knowing how scared and uncomfortable I am being paraded around like this. If anyone ever asks, he says that I am his daughter. I have to call him Daddy when we're in public.

But when we're alone in our hotel room, we are no longer "father and daughter." He gets very excited by making me look and act like a girl in public. So when we're in the privacy of our hotel room, he becomes a crazed sex monster. He fucks me over and over and over, until he falls asleep. Then it starts all over again the next day.

I have no hope of escaping from this sissy nightmare!  

After School Sissy -- Part 3

Last Friday afternoon, when I came home from school, I went straight to my mother's room to do my make-up and put on one of her dresses like I do everyday.  As soon as I was satisfied that I looked pretty and girlish enough, I got busy on my chores before it was time to start making Stepfather's dinner.  As I was dusting upstairs, I went into my bedroom and discovered that my bed was gone.  When Stepfather came home I asked him what happened to my bed.

"Oh, I decided that you wouldn't be needing that old bed any more," he said.  I didn't understand what that meant, but I know he doesn't like it when I ask a lot of questions, so I let go.

After dinner, we went to the den and I climbed onto Stepfather's lap like usual to watch TV.  He wrapped his big arms around me, and started stroking me through the satiny dress I was wearing.  But after just a few minutes he let out a big yawn and announced that he was tired and wanted to go to bed.  "Come with me," he said.  "I have something to show you."

He took my hand and led me up the stairs to his bedroom.  I noticed that one of my mother's nightgowns was laid out on his big bed. 

"I want you to put that on," he said.  I knew better than to argue, so I picked up the silky nightie. 

"Okay," I said.  "I'll take this to my room and I'll try it on."

"No," he replied.  "You can change right here."

So I unzipped my dress (I mean mother's dress) and let it fall to the floor.  Stepfather seemed to enjoy watching me as I did this.  I unlaced my corset and pulled off my stockings.  I was about to take off my bra, but Stepfather said to keep it on.   While I was undressing, Stepfather started rubbing the front of his pants with his hand and was breathing hard.

I carefully pulled the silky nightie over my head, being careful not to mess up my wig or make-up.  The nightie was extremely feminine and sweet.   It had little ruffly cap sleeves and was trimmed with several ribbons and bows.   "Walk around," Stepfather instructed.   "Yeah, that's nice," he said as I paraded around the room. 

After a few minutes he handed me another one of mother's nighties.  "Here," he said.  "Try this one on."  I did as he instructed.  I modeled several nightgowns for him that evening.  He decided that he liked the one I tried on last the best.  It was soft pink with white applique flowers trimming the neckline. 

"Yes," he said.  "Keep that one on."  He kept staring at me, his hand still rubbing his erection through his pants.  I felt so exposed just standing there in th sheer nightie.  I held onto the back of the chair while he continued to stare at me. 

After a few minutes, he came out of his trance.  He said that he was going to go to the bathroom, and that when he came out, he wanted the lights dimmed and the candles lit.  I didn't like where this was going but I didn't argue.

I prepared the room the way he asked and after a few minutes he emerged from the bathroom.  He was completely naked!  He ran at me and literally pushed onto his bed.  He fell on top of me, all of his weight -- and his erection -- pressing down on me.

"This is the way things are going to be from now on, Lydia," he stated, calling me by my mother's name.  "Now spread your legs."

After School Sissy -- Part 2

Stepfather arranged for a lady to come the house to help me look the way he wanted me to.  She was waiting for me at the front door when I got home from school.  We went inside and she had me take off all my clothes.  With her help, I put on a pair of mother's panties and one of her bras.  She gave me a set of breast forms that filled out the cups of mother's bra and she laced me into a tight corset to give me a "prettier shape."    She sat me down at mother's vanity and for the next two hours she gave me a thorough lesson in putting on make-up.   I was taught how to do everything: putting on foundation, plucking my eye brows, putting on fake eye lashes, mascara, eye liner, blush -- everything!.    Here's a photo she took of me while I was practicing putting on lipstick.

When she was satisfied with my make-up, she had me put on a silky flowery dress and a pair of strappy high heels that she picked out from my mother's closet.  And lastly she pinned a long wavy blonde wig that was styled to look like my mother's hair.  When the lady was done with me, I didn't just look like a girl, I sort of looked like my mother!

But she wasn't done yet.  She stayed for another hour, giving me lessons on walking and sitting and even talking like a girl.

By the time the lady left, it was almost 6:00, so I had to hurry to get Stepfather's dinner ready before he got home.  It felt funny being being dressed up like a woman but I was in a rush and I didn't really have time to think about.  It was a little hard to move quickly wearing my mother's high heels.  I also tried to be careful not to spill anything on mother's pretty dress.

When Stepfather came home and saw me with my new look, including my glamourous make-up, my big boobs, and my nipped waist, I could tell he was very happy.  He was very friendly and relaxed during dinner.  After dinner, he invited me into the living room to watch TV with him. He had never done that before!  He insisted that I sit really close to him on the couch.  He even put his arm around me.  That seemed kind of strange, but it sure was better than being beaten with his belt!

That night was two months ago.  Since then, I've been dressing up in mother's clothes and doing my make-up, just as the lady taught me, every day after school.  I do my chores and make Stepfather's dinner.  And even though I don't like dressing up like a lady everyday, Stepfather is very nice to me all the time, so I guess I don't mind too much.

But recently, when we watch TV together after dinner, he's been making me sit on his lap.  He wraps his arms around me and I have to lay my head on his shoulder.  Sometimes he kisses my neck which feels really weird.

  

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!

Sissy Weddings!!! A Sissy Prepares to Walk Down the Aisle

Oh, I do enjoy a Sissy wedding!

It is such fun preparing a reluctant Sissy for his big day.  Ideally, a Sissy doesn't even get to meet his new Master/Husband until he is standing on the alter, repeating the vows that I've written for him.

Sissy Bethany's wedding was such a special day.  Over the past two years, relentless training, surgery and hormones had transformed an ordinary young man into an exquisite feminized Sissy.  The tranformation was difficult, but Sissy Bethany was beginning to understand that he had no hope of ever regaining either his freedom or his masculinity.  And physically, Sissy Bethany's transformation was nearly perfect.  His facial features were delicate and beautiful, his breasts were full and luscious, and his skin was silky and smooth.

It was only two weeks ago that I informed Sissy Bethany that I had arranged for him to be married.  I told him in lurid detail how he was soon to become the property of a real man.  He sobbed when I told him this.  He was terrified by the idea of becoming the Sissy Wife and Slave to a superior male that he had never met.  How he begged me not to make him marry another man!

But of course, nobody cares what a Sissy wants.  And I warned him sternly that I would tolerate no complaints or misbehavior on his wedding day.

When the big day came, I had the girls from the salon meet at us the church where there is a small room near the back where brides can get ready.  The salon girls did a lovely job -- both with his make-up and with tormenting him.  Then I dressed him in the most adorable bridal lingerie set I had ever seen.  The corset-like top showed off his big soft boobs so nicely.  He wore 4 inch white satin pumps on his stockinged feet.  I pinned the lace-trimmed veil to his hair.  He eyed with fear and curiousity the enormous white garment bag hanging in the corner, holding the gown he had never seen.

The guests were arriving.  From the room in the back, I had Sissy Bethany peak out into the church.  There were over 200 guests (all friends of the Groom, of course)  seated in the pews, all happily chatting with one another, waiting for the ceremony to begin.   That's when his fear blossomed into a full panic.  "Please Mistress, PLEASE!" the pathetic thing begged.  "Please don't make me do this!"

Well that did it.  I slapped him hard across the face and screamed at him, "Now listen here, Missy!  Stop your whining right this minute.  You are going to march up that aisle like a good sissy and surrender yourself to your new Husband and Master!  Or do I have to give you a spanking?"  My voice was loud enough to be heard by the guests in the church, who all started laughing at Sissy Bethany's humiliation.

Just then the organ started playing the Wedding March.  "Time to go, Sissy," I said.

"Alright, Mistress," Sissy managed to say through his tears.  "I'll be good.  Will you help me with my gown?" he asked, pointing to the garment bag.

"Oh no, Sissy.  No gown for you.  Because you misbehaved, you can be married dressed just as you are.  I'm sure your Husband/Master will enjoy seeing you wearing your sissy lingerie as you recite your vows to him.  And I'll bet some guests won't be able resist giving you a feel as you walk pass."

Sissy Bethany went pale with shock.  I handed the Sissy his bouquet and literally shoved him out the door.  "Start walking," I said pointing down the aisle.  And that's what Sissy Bethany did, slowly and shamefully walking down the aisle, wearing only his exquisite lingerie and veil, towards his future as a Sissy Slave Wife.  The guests hooted and laughed as the humiliated and half-naked Sissy walked by.

Putting your Sissy to Work

When you grow tire of having your Sissy around all the time -- or just want some extra money -- don't be afraid to put your Sissy to work!

I've had good success finding jobs for many of my Sissies as secretaries and receptionists.  But not all Sissies have the skills for this type of work.  

But the recent explosion of legalized gambling all across the country has created lots of new casinos -- and lots of new cocktail waitress jobs!

Sissy Sandi had been a stay-at-home Sissy, serving his Master and Mistress for almost five years.  Sissy Sandi had been kept very busy preparing meals, cleaning the house, washing and ironing clothes, bathing and massaging his Master and Mistress -- and performing nearly continuous oral sex on both of them.

But when Master decided that he wanted to go into semi-retirement, he agreed with Mistress that it was time for Sissy Sandi to contribute more than his talented lips and tongue to the well-being of their "family". Sissy Sandi would have to earn a paycheck.

With my help they arranged for Sissy Sandi to get a cocktail waitress job at the new casino that opened 20 minutes from their home. But first, following my advice, they had Sissy Sandi's boobs plumped up. Don't those huge tits look so sexy spilling out of his cute little outfit?

Sissy Sandi's new job has been a huge success! He now works a ten hour shift -- from 5:00 PM until 3:00 AM -- seven nights a week, 365 days a year. And the tips he earns are amazing!

Master and Mistress are so happy with the new arrangement,  But of course, it isn't so much fun for poor Sissy Sandi.  He doesn't look too happy in this picture, does he?   He is so embarrassed parading around in such a revealing and sexy costume.  He wears a tightly laced and uncomfortable corset to give him that delightful wasp-waisted look.  His pathetic little cockette is cruelly constrained to ensure not even a hint of an unsightly bulge.  His feet ache after spending so many hours fetching drink orders wearing his four inch high heels.  And worst of all is the constant pawwing and groping by drunk men that he has to endure with a smile every night.

And of course, Sissy Sandi still has to take care of his Master and Mistress at home.  So after he returns home from an exhausting night at the casino, there is always a list of chores awaiting him when he returns.  And Master and Mistress still expect breakfast in bed at 7:30 sharp every morning!

A Sissy Plaything

How did this happen to me?


It all started out innocently enough.  I visited a "tranformation/make-over" service called Jessica's Salon I found on Craig's List.  It was wonderful!  I had been a crossdresser for several years but was never satisified by how I looked. But after visiting Jessica, everything changed.  She could really make me look beautiful.


I started going about once a month -- and then twice a month.  Then Jessica told me that I should start coming twice a week -- for free!  I thought I had died and gone to heaven.  So I started visiting twice a week.  But after a couple of months, I started to notice some changes in my body.  My skin was becoming softer and my chest and hips started to get rounder, fuller.



Just as I was starting to get worried about these changes, Jessica announced that since this "Preliminary Feminization" had gone so well that I was about to undergo "Extreme Feminization."  I told her that I was uncomfortable with the changes to my body and that I wanted to stop.  She just laughed.  "Oh, but you can't stop!" she said.  "I have big plans for you!"

Her big plans included keeping me drugged and chained for nine months while I was subjected to massive hormones and forced comestic surgery.  I was beaten into assuming the role of a submissive Sissy plaything for horny men.  I was given enormous breasts and was forced to prance around in nothing but sexy underwear.

Six weeks ago, Jessica sold me to Mister Philip.  Mister Philip is a successful hedge fund manager who can afford anything and what he wanted more than anything was a Sissy sex toy.  He is such a pervert.  He is turned on by the knowledge that I am not only trapped as his possession and prisoner, but that I am also trapped in a woman's body and in the role of his girlish love toy. 

And so a now live as Mister Philip's sexy plaything, catering to his every sexual desire.  He owns and controls every aspect of my being.  And there is no hope of escape...ever.

A Good Sissy Knows How to Please His Master

Sissy Daisy made final preparations for his Master's return from work.  Sissy Daisy's corset was tightly laced, his 4 inch sandals were strapped to his feet, his hair and make-up were perfect and the dinner table was set.




The last thing Sissy Daisy did was to daintily pat his perfumed dusting powder on his back and shoulders.  Sissy Daisy knew that doing this pleased the Master.

With all preparations complete, Sissy Daisy stood at the front door and awaited his Master's return.

Sissy Daisy heard his Master's car pull into the driveway and his little Sissy heart started beating hard.  As the Master entered the home, Sissy Daisy looked to the floor and gave a well-practiced curtsey.  "Welcome home, Sir," he said.

The Master grabbed his Sissy in his strong arms and kissed him hard.  "I'm horny," the Master announced.  The Master roughly dragged his Sissy into the kitchen and bent him over the kitchen counter.

The Master quickly dropped his trouser.  With one hand he firmly gripped the back of his Sissy's neck, pushing the Sissy's face and chest hard against the cold hard granite of the kitchen counter.  With his other hand, the Master lifted Sissy Daisy's skirt, exposing the Sissy's soft, round bottom.    

In a single, cruel motion, the Master rammed his monstrously huge cock all the way into Daisy's tight Sissy pussy.  Sissy Daisy screamed with pain and tears began to flow from his pretty mascara'd eyes.

The Master bent over his Sissy's back and started kissing and biting the back of his Sissy's neck and shoulders while his huge cock continued to thrust in and out of his Sissy.  Smelling the perfumed powder on his Sissy's shoulders, the Master said, "Mmmmm, you smell good."

Sissy Daisy smiled through his tears, knowing he had pleased his Master.

Sexy Sissy Escort

Feminized to absolute perfection, Sissy Annette was ready for another night as a high-priced sissy escort for visiting businessmen.  It had been a very busy week as there was a convention in town.  Sissy Annette was going on 3 or 4 dates every day!

How did poor little Sissy Annette end up in this position?  Three years ago, as a young crossdresser, he responded to an ad on Craig's List offering "transformation" make-up services from a woman named Vanessa.  Vanessa was an expert and made Sissy Annette look and feel completely feminine -- for a heavy price.  Sissy Annette was soon having make-over sessions with Vanessa several times a week and was soon deeply in debt.  Sissy Annette was addicted to Vanessa's tranformations and was completely ensnared in Vanessa's web.  

Sissy Annette soon moved into a spare room in the basement in Vanessa's house and Vanessa began keeping Sissy Annette in dresses and make-up 24/7.  Heavy doses of hormones were slipped into Sissy's food and Vanessa used mind control techniques to strip away the Sissy's independence.  Vanessa became Sissy Annette's pimp and she was determined to make this a "profitable" relationship.

Starved and brutally corsetted, Sissy Annette's body became slender and sexy.  Her swelling breasts filled out her tight dresses.  Men were highly aroused by the sight of her and enjoyed running their rough hands all over her delicious curves.

Sissy Annette sees her next "date" from across the hotel bar.  It is time to be flirty and charming and docile.  She will soon find herself on her knees in a hotel room upstairs... 

Reminding your Sissy Who's in Charge

Even after the feminization process is complete and your Sissy is completely docile and properly trained, it is important to periodically remind your little Sissy that he/she is merely an object to serve and amuse you.   Poor little Sissy Mindy has been a fully feminized, beautified Sissy servant to his domineering Wife/Mistress for more than three years.  But several times each month, the Wife/Mistress surprises her little Sissy plaything with a few hours of cruel torture, humiliation and fear.

Powdered sissy

Knowing that his Master would be home soon, Sissy Michelle checked

 his make-up and applied a bit more powder.  After six months of strict

 corset training, his waist was down to a dainty 19 inches.  Poor Sissy

 Michelle could barely remember his life before he was lured into being

 tranformed into the docile, servile housewife to a rich and powerful man.