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"Now, Sissy," I said very sternly, "I want you to smile.  I know you are nervous about tonight, but I promise, you look lovely!  Everyone will be so impressed by what a pretty sissy you have become."

"But, Mistress, PLEASE!  Please don't make me go in there!" Sissy Sally begged.  I slapped him hard across the face and warned him that he better behave -- OR ELSE.

Sissy Sally had been coming to me for the past two years.  Sally -- or Steve has he was usually called -- would give excuses to his wife about "business trips" and "working late" to make time to visit me every two or three weeks.  Sally was totally addicted to my abilities -- not only my ability to transform his appearance to become a lovely sissy lady but also my ability to discipline and instruct him.  He was a true sissy, in desperate need of a strong Mistress like me to feminize and completely control him.

"You were so excited about getting all prettied up and going out to a fancy party with me tonight.  You lied to your wife about being away on business overnight.  You spent hours in my salon chair letting me get your hair and make-up just right.  You were shaking with excitement when I laced you into your tight corset and gave you this pretty pink dress to wear.  So why don't you want to go through with it Sally?  What's the matter, little Sissy?

"Because...because," he stammered.  "Because this is MY HOUSE!"  Tears started to well up in his eyes.

"Of course it is, Sissy," I replied.  "Oh, did I forget to tell you that the big sissy party we were going to tonight was at your house?" I taunted him with feigned surprise.  "Did I forget to tell you that your wife has known for the past year that you've been lying to her about all those business trips and that you've really been coming to my 'salon'?  Did I forget to tell you that she knows all about what a sissy you are and how much it disgusts her?"

"NO! NO! NO!" the Sissy screamed.  "This can't be happening!  This can't be true!"

I slapped the Sissy again, much harder this time.  I hated to mess his make-up but this behavior was unacceptable.

"Just stop it!" I commanded through gritted teeth.  "You are not going to ruin this party.  Your wife and I have gone to a lot of trouble to make tonight very, very special.  All your friends are here, your colleagues from work, your neighbors."  I checked my watch.  "Right about now your wife is finishing explaining to everyone what you are a sissy you are.  A slide show of all those photos I've taken of you in little sissy outfits is playing on your big screen TV.  It is already too late.  Everyone already knows that you are a pathetic, feminized, weak-willed little sissy fairy and everybody is looking forward to seeing you in all your sissy glory -- in person -- tonight."

"Oh, and best of all," I continued, "Your wife's boyfriend is inside."  Sissy Sally looked stunned.  "Oh yes.  Your wife has been keeping secrets from you too, it appears.  You already know him.  His name is Mr. Jensen."

"Bruce Jensen!?!" Sissy Sally asked with horror. "My boss!?!"

That earned Sissy Sally another slap across the face.  "It will be MISTER Jensen to you, from now on."

"I am commanding you to get your shit together right now, stop your blubbering and start smiling. You are going to march through the front door.  You are going to greet each and every guest with a dainty curtsey and you will refer to yourself only as Sissy Sally."

I continued, "And when you have finished greeting everyone, you will march into the kitchen, tie on the frilly apron your wife has put out for you and you will get busy serving cocktails and passing around the hors d'oeurvres.  DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

Defeated and bracing himself for what lay ahead of him, Sissy Sally meekly nodded 'yes' and walked up the steps to the front door.

Sissy Attends a Tea Party



"Now don't look so glum, sweetie," Mistress said.  "You are going to have a wonderful time at the tea party. And you look so pretty in your new dress.  I'm sure all the other sissies will be jealous of you."  She patted me on the cheek as if I were a little child.  "Now hurry and get my coat and get in the car."

I did as I was instructed.  I felt ridiculous in my new dress.  It was pink, covered with ruffles and had a wide satin sash around the waist.  Mistress made me wear pink anklets and open toes burgandy platform shoes to complete the ultimate sissy look.

I dread going to sissy tea parties.  Every Wednesday afternoon, my Mistress dresses me up in some frilly, lacy dress and drags me to the weekly sissy tea party.  The tea parties are held at a huge mansion outside of town that is owned by one of her friends.

We arrive at the mansion right on time at 3:00.  I follow my Mistress inside in silence.  She greets her friends, who are all sissy owners just like her.  I curtsey to each of the other Mistresses in silence.  The Mistresses make a fuss over my new pink outfit.  I greet the other sissies with a small kiss.  Today there are four Mistresses each with her own sissy.

The sissies move into the kitchen where we prepare the tea and plates of food for our Mistresses.  We serve our Mistresses in silence while they chat among themselves, treating us sissies as if we were invisible.  While the Mistresses eat and chat, the sissies stand in silence at the edges of the room, quickly attending to any needs of our Mistresses.

At 5:00, the Mistresses have finished their tea and conversation and the sissies have cleared the table and washed all the dishes.  Now is the part that I hate the most.  The sissies stand in a line in front of the Mistresses who pair each us off with another sissy.  We then have to make out with our sissy partner in front of the Mistresses.  The sissies have learned that it is important to put on a good show for the Mistresses, so we really get into it, running our hands over each other's boobs and bottoms, grinding our hips into each other, moaning and gasping as we deeply french kiss each other.  The Mistresses love the show.  They shout demeaning and filthy things at us.  

"Time for some sucky-sucky fun!" one of the Mistresses shouts.  Two sissies are instructed to remain standing, while two are sent to their knees to administer a sissy blow job.  Today I am told to stand while Sissy Annabel is told to kneel.  I gather up the full, frilly skirt of my dress while Sissy Annabel lowers my panties and puts my tiny little cock in her mouth.  Now the Mistresses go completely wild.  They are shouting at us, laughing at our tiny penises and joking about how much sissies love to swallow cum.  Some ever start touching themselves as the excitement of the show becomes too much for them to handle.  I close my eyes as I begin to cum in Sissy Annabel's mouth.

The party ends and we begin the drive home.  I know that I will be up late tonight licking my Mistress's pussy for hours as I help her to relieve her excitement from the afternoon.



Mother and her Sissy Son Plan a Trip

"But mother," Eric protested.  "I don't want to dress up like a girl!"

"Oh, not this again," mother replied with a sigh.  "Stop your fussing and let me see how you look in the blue dress.  Hmmmm.  That's very cute on you.  The skirt has a pretty flare.  Now hold the skirt out like you're going to curtsey."

"Marvelous!" she exclaimed as she took another photo.  "That dress will be perfect for when we go shopping in New York City next weekend."

"But mother, PLEASE!" he said.  "Why do I have to be dressed as a girl when we go to New York?"

"As I've told you a million times," mother replied impatiently, "You are going dressed as a girl because you are much too pretty to be a boy!  And besides, a mother/daughter trip will be such fun!"

Ever since Eric had been a little boy, his mother enjoyed playing dress-up games with him.  He didn't mind too much.  In fact he even enjoyed it.  But recently, mother had been insisting that Eric spend more and more time dressed up as "Erica". 

"Now try on the black one with the spaghetti straps," mother instructed.  Eric did as he was told.  He didn't have the spine to stand up to her.  And deep inside, a small part of him enjoyed being feminine.  But things really were beginning to go too far, he thought.

He slipped on the little black dress and his mother zipped him up.  "Oh my!" she squealed.  "That is just ADORABLE on you.  Turn around and let me see.  Oh yes.  You are simply lovely in that! That will work for going out to nightclubs.  You will certainly get a lot of attention looking like that!" she teased.  Eric hated it when she said things like that.

Eric started getting angry.  "And I hate wearing my hair like this!  I look so...girlish all the time.  All of the boys at school make fun of me.  And they can tell that I shave my legs when I go to gym class."

"Oh don't pay any attention to those silly boys," mother said dismissively.  "Sweetie, that's the way teenage boys get when they see a pretty girl and start getting...excited."

"MOTHER!" Eric shrieked.  "I'm not a pretty girl!"

"Hush now," mother replied calmly.  "Don't be silly.  You are very VERY pretty!  Now try on the long sleeve wrap dress."

Again, Eric complied.  He was too much of a sissy to fight back. 

"Oh my! Oh my!" mother said.  "You look so sophisticated in that dress."  She had Eric put on a pair of black lacy stockings and she slipped a necklace around Eric's neck before taking some more photos.  "That dress will be perfect when we go out to dinner.  I made reservations at some of the best restaurants in New York while we're there."

Finally mother had Eric try on vintage black dress with sheer sleeves a feathery trim around the neckline.  It was a beautiful, exquisitely feminine dress.  Mother took several photos and purred, "Oh Erica, darling.  That dress is just heavenly on you.  You look so beautiful."  At that moment, mother decided that Eric would wear this dress to his interview at the New York Sissy Academy.  Mother desperately wanted Eric to attend their famous one-year "Total Conversion" program so she could at last have the daughter she always wanted.  Eric didn't know anything about this part of the weekend plans.  But Mother was so confident that he would be accepted to the Sissy Academy that she had only purchased a one-way plane ticket for her Sissy son.

My Sissy Assistant -- Part 1

After my husband ran off, I started having awful problems with the rotten stepson I was left with. I travel a lot on business (I am a fashion buyer for a famous department store) and he was getting into all sorts of terrible trouble when I was away. A friend suggested that I have him feminized because sissified gurly boys are so much better behaved.


Well that's what I did.  I sent away to have him transformed.  It took about a year and the results were amazing. Not only did I now have a cute, feminine "stepdaughter," but he was now completely obedient and compliant.  He would do anything I said without any reservation or complaint.  He was completely broken.  I understand that he had been subjected to some rather strict behavior modification during his year long conversion.


I was, of course, delighted. I could now leave my femmy stepson at home while I traveled without worrying.  When I would return home from a trip, my home would be spotlessly clean and he would greet me with a delightful little curtsey to welcome me home.


During one particularly busy period, I was falling behind in my paperwork and I asked my Sissy stepson to do some filing in my home office.  He did it perfectly.  I soon had him keeping track of my appointments and filling out expense reports for me.  I suddenly had my own personal Sissy Assistant!

I decided to take my Sissy with me on a two-week west coast trip and it worked out wonderfully!  No one was surprised to see a senior buyer like me followed around by a sweet little assistant.  But of course, my Sissy had to dress the part.  So I bought several fashionable outfits for him to wear.   Here are a few of the dresses I had him wear on his first trip with me as my secretary.  Doesn't he look adorable!













I knew he hated it, but he was too well trained to complain.  At first, I know he was scared that someone would find out that he was not a pretty girl but actually a sissified boy.  And I constantly threatened him that someone would figure out his secret unless he behaved with girlish perfection.  But of course, his feminization was so complete that no one would ever guess he wasn't a girl -- unless you pulled down his panties.

My Cute Sissy Dress

When Mistress came home from work this evening, I was wearing my little maid's dress and greeted her with a curtsey, as I did every evening.  I took her bag and coat and brought her a glass of wine while she relaxed in her big chair in the living room.  As she sipped her wine, I busied myself massaging her feet as she told me about her plans for the evening.  

"We're going out tonight," she announced.  "Go put on that cute, pale yellow sissy party dress I bought you last week."  I stood up, curtsied and went to my room to change.

I was nervous as I put on my pretty little dress.  It just screamed "Sissy!"  Where ever we were going tonight, I was sure to attract a lot of attention.  It was made of sheer material and had a ruffly trim on the big collar and cuffs.  The skirt was both comically full and embarrassingly short.  I hated wearing it!  As I slipped out of my maid's outfit, I saw my reflection in the mirror.  I was surprised by how weak and skinny I looked.  I must have a few more pounds last week.  I put on my yellow sissy dress as instructed and returned to the living room.

When I returned to the living room, my Mistress as there, dressed all in tight black leather -- tight leather jeans, tall black boots and her black leather jacket.  I froze with fear when I saw her.  "That's right!" she said with an evil smile.  "Tonight we're going to the biker bar!"

"Oh, please no!," I pleaded.  "Not dressed like this!"

Well Mistress did not like hearing my protest.  She slapped me hard across the face.  "Sissies are NOT allowed to complain!" she screamed at me, slapping me hard across the face again.

"I'm sorry, Mistress. It won't happen again," I replied meekly.

"That's better,  Now get in the car."  And off we went.

The night was just as horrible as you can imagine.  The bar was packed with dozens of big, hairy men -- all in leather and jeans, covered with tattoos and smelling like beer and smoke.  And there was I, in my sweet little yellow Sissy dress.  I was the center of attention.  I was surrounded by men who, at first, were just laughing at me and calling me names.  But soon, some of the men started rubbing against me and feeling me up.  Then they started taking turns kissing me.  They would wrap their big arms around me and hug me so hard I could barely breathe.  I could feel their cocks get hard through their tight jeans as they pressed against me.  This went on for hours.  All the while, Mistress watched with delight from a stool at the other end of the bar.

Sometime around 1:30, I went to the ladies room.  But when I came out, Mistress was gone.  The bartender said that she left with a couple of guys.  I was stranded!  One man offered to drive me home...in the morning.  I didn't have any options.  I left the bar with him and rode on the back of his Harley back to his trailer where we spent the night.  Needless to say, I didn't get much sleep that night as the man took full advantage of having a stranded Sissy in his bed.  

When I finally got home Mistress yelled at me for not having her breakfast ready.  I curtsied, apologized and went into the kitchen to prepare my Mistress's breakfast.      

Rotten Stepson becomes a Perfect Sissy

When I decided to have my stepson transformed into a feminized, obedient Sissy, I had no idea where this would lead.  Mostly I was sick of his rude behavior, his back talk and his laziness.  It was such a relief when I had him sent away for his year-long transformation.

When I first brought him home I was totally amazed by his transformation.  Physically he had been completely changed.  He was now a pretty, delicate, completely feminine little Sissy.  His hair was long and had lovely coppery highlights.  He had lost twenty or thirty pounds -- maybe more -- and was developing the sweetest little breasts.  Everything about his body and appearance was now so girlish.  But his physical transformation was nothing compared to his mental transformation.

He was now utterly and totally obedient to me.  He seemed to have no desire other than to please me. He was such a delight to have around the house.  He needed no instruction to keep the house spotlessly clean, to prepare my meals, make my bed -- everything!  I let him help me dress and undress me and even bathe and massage me. He would never speak unless spoken to.  When I would enter a room, he would stop whatever he was doing, lower his eyes to the floor, and curtsey to me.  It was marvelous.

But over time, I developed a strange attraction to my litle Sissified creation.  He was so devoted to me and took such good care of me.  I soon started to enjoy my Sissy in more...intimate ways.   I had my little Sissy joining in my bath and in my bed.  I enjoyed running my hands all over his soft little body.   I enjoyed pressing his naked body against mine, letting him play with my big boobs while I played with his tiny little titties.  And best of all, I loved feeling his sweet little mouth and tongue on my pussy.  I hadn't realized how thorough his training had been!

Who knows?  Maybe I'll get my Sissy stepson some big sexy breasts so he can be more like me.  I bet he'd like that!

Helpless Sissy Love Doll

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