Sissy Madison's Vacation -- Part 3

Madison was having the most wonderful summer of his life. Spending all day, everyday, lounging and sunning himself beside a crowded resort pool wearing a pretty ladies swimsuit was like a dream come true.  And the more time he spent pretending to be a pretty girl in a swimsuit, the more his confidence grew.

On the evening that they arrived at their hotel in Miami, Mother suggested to Madison that he might like to try a different style of swimsuit. Mother was going to take Madison to a local mall to go shopping, but as they walked through the resort, they noticed some very cute swimsuits in the window of one of the boutiques off the hotel lobby. In particular, the boutique's window displayed several high waisted bikinis that Mother thought might look wonderful on her sissy son.

Madison was very excited by the idea of wearing a two-piece swimsuit. The helpful saleslady found the bikini in Madison's size in several colors and patterns and Madison picked the three he liked best. In the fitting room, Mother helped him try on the bikinis. Mother made Madison go out into the store wearing the bikini to see himself in the big mirror. The saleslady said that he looked "very chic."  Some other customers stopped what they were doing and looked approvingly at the lovely young lady in the cute two-piece who emerged from the fitting room.

In the end, Madison picked out three suits that he liked the best and Mother bought them. Madison was thrilled with his new bikinis. That night he had trouble sleeping because he was so excited that tomorrow he would be wearing one of his new two-piece suits around the hotel pool.  He decided that he would wear the black one first.

When tomorrow came and Madison arrived poolside in his new bikini, he started getting a lot of attention almost immediately. Maybe it was the swimsuit or maybe it was just that the men in Miami were more assertive, but Madison was attracting men like moths to a flame!

As soon as Mother and Madison sat down, one of the pool boys started trying to flirt with Matilda. And during lunch, the waiter tried to get Madison's phone number. And later that afternoon, a young businessman brazenly walked up to Madison's lounge chair and started talking with him. At first all this masculine attention made Madison uncomfortable, but after a while he started enjoying it. It made him feel extra feminine and beautiful.

The next day was more of the same. This time Madison wore his new blue bikini. And again, the men seemed to emerge from everywhere trying to get his attention. At one point, a photographer working for the hotel asked to take Madison's picture and asked him to strike a few fun poses while he took pictures. 

Towel boys, waiters, other guests -- men of all ages -- were flirting with Madison. It was all just a harmless game and Madison played along. But that was about to change.

After Madison and Mother returned from lunch, one of the lifeguards came over to where they were lounging. The lifeguard was tall, blonde and very handsome. Wearing only his tight red swim trucks, his perfectly muscular physique was on full display. When he started flirting with Madison, Madison turned bright red and was barely able to stammer a reply of any kind. Mother watched all of this with great interest and a little bit of worry. After a few moments, the lifeguard moved on, leaving a confused and embarrassed Madison to sort out what had just happened.

"Well, he seemed nice," Mother innocently observed as they both watched the hunky lifeguard walk away.

"Huh? Oh, yes, I guess," Madison answered distractedly.

For the rest of the afternoon, Madison couldn't stop thinking about the lifeguard. He couldn't even concentrate enough the read his Cosmopolitan magazine.

As Mother and Madison were preparing to head back to the room to get ready for dinner, the lifeguard reappeared. This time he was wearing a tee shirt and baggy shorts, which was somewhat disappointing to a very bewildered Madison. The lifeguard explained that he had just gotten off work and that a few lifeguards and some other off-duty hotel staff were going out to a pub just a short walk from the resort. He asked if Madison would like to join them. Madison began to blush uncontrollably.

Madison couldn't speak. So Mother jumped in. "Well, Madison, I think that could be fun for you. I'm sure you would enjoy spending some time with people more your age. You do want to go, don't you?"

Struggling to make sense of his emotions, Madison replied, "Umm, yes. I do think that sounds like fun."

"Great!" the lifeguard answered enthusiastically. "Are you ready to go now?"

"Here, Madison," Mother said as she handing her son a beach cover-up to wear over his bikini. 

"Are you sure you don't mind, Mother?" Madison asked, searching as much for guidance as for permission.

"Of course not dear. Now you have fun. I'm sure it will be just fine." And with that, Madison slipped on his high heeled sandals and off he went with the lifeguard.

When Madison arrived back at the hotel room a few hours later, he was a little drunk and very, very excited. He started telling Mother about his evening -- about the other people he met at the pub, how nice the lifeguard's friends were, the music that was playing, what he drank. Mother was happy that her darling sissy son had enjoyed himself. But she expected she wasn't hearing the whole story. 

"And what about your new lifeguard friend?" Mother probed.

"Well..." Madison began tentatively, nervous about telling Mother everything that happened that evening. 

A Sissy's Dinner Date Fantasy - Part 2

Within a week of posting my profile, over 200 men had written to me!  I read every single message that I received. Then I carefully studied each man's profile and photos and I wrote flirty notes back to several of them. It didn't take long before I had actually scheduled a date with one of them!

For my very first date I had selected a man that seemed particularly promising. He name is Mark Jensen and he was in his mid-40s, divorced and a bank executive. He described himself as being six-foot-two and in excellent shape. And best of all were his photos! He was very handsome, with strong, chiseled features. His dark hair had a bit a grey at the temples.  One of his photos was taken at the beach -- with his shirt off exposing his muscular chest and shoulders!

We exchanged several emails and then we talked on the phone. I had practiced my girly voice and he didn't suspect a thing. In fact, he said my voice was sexy. And at the end of our conversation we agreed to meet for a date on Friday night!

I couldn't stop thinking about my big date all week. Even though I owned two pretty dresses that I could have worn, I decided I needed something even more special. I went to Macy's and spent $400 on a gorgeous black dress and another $200 on some sexy sling-backs with 3 inch heels.

On the night of our first date, I met Mark at Le Maison, the fanciest French restaurant in town. He was already sitting at the bar when I walked in. He looked just like his photos -- tall, handsome, sophisticated. He seemed very happy when he saw me for the first time. He gave me a quick peck on the cheek as he greeted me and the Maitre d' walked us to our table.  

My dinner date was just heavenly. Mark was a perfect gentleman and I felt like a perfect lady. He ordered a very expensive bottle of wine which was wonderful. We chatted about this and that. Mark mentioned several times during dinner that I looked very pretty -- which made me blush each time. Being with Mark made me feel like I was one of the beautiful, enchanting women in the romance novels I had read. 

We had a second bottle of wine and our conversation became flirtier. I was having so much fun -- it was like a dream come true.  

As dessert was being served, Mark got out of his chair and gave me a big kiss -- right there in the restaurant! It was so spontaneous and so romantic!

After dinner, Mark walked me to my car in the parking lot. But the evening didn't end there. We made out in the parking lot for another twenty minutes. Mark pressed me up against my car while he frenched me hard. He was so strong and forceful. I could feel his dick getting hard as he rubbed against me. It was so exciting!!! His hands even drifted up to feel my breasts -- he had no idea he was squeezing silicone falsies. He practically begged to see me again on Saturday, but I said no -- not because I didn't like him, but because I already had other plans for tomorrow night!

You see, I had already arranged a date with another man for the very next night!

After I got home from my exciting first date as a girl, I put on a sexy nightgown, some soft music and made myself cum, looking at Mark's profile photos, imagining that our wonderful date hadn't ended in the parking lot.

A Sissy and his Mother have a Weekend Adventure -- part 3

Janey had a little headache when he woke up the next morning.  But we weren't going to let a little hangover spoil out last "mother-daughter" day in the city.  Janey wore a pretty black and white sleeveless dress, which was perfect because the day was warm.  Our plan was to have breakfast and then head to church -- going to church gives Janey the perfect excuse to get all dressed up on a Sunday morning. Then some more shopping, a light lunch and then back to the hotel for Janey to put his dresses away before heading home.

But just as we were leaving the hotel to walk over to the cathedral we ran into Janey's young banker friend from last night. 

"Janey!" he exclaimed when he spotted us.  He gave Janey a quick kiss on the cheek.  "I'm so glad I saw you.  I was going to call you later, but now I can ask in person."   The young banker looked my son up and down, his gaze lingering on Janey's sexy legs. "Wow! You look...amazing," he panted.

The young banker seemed to have lost his train of thought staring at Janey -- and Janey was so mesmerized by his romantic young banker that he had no idea what was going on.  I helped everyone out.  "Was there something you wanted to ask Janey?" I prodded.

"Oh, yes, right," he managed to stammer as he collected his thoughts.  "I have these tickets to a big charity fund-raiser on Friday night at the Downtown Yatch Club. It's one of the big social events of the year.  It is going to very nice party and I was wondering if, well, if you would be my date for the evening."  

Immediately, and without consulting me, Janey replied, "Oh yes!  I would love to go!"  And with that Janey gave his new boyfriend a big hug.

I, of course, was terrified.  Janey was quickly getting into very deep waters here and I was not at all certain that he would be able to pull this off.

Thinkly quickly, I explained to both of them that Janey and I would again get a hotel room for Friday night and that Janey could go to the party provided that "she" was back to the hotel by 1:00AM.  The banker gave Janey some more details and promised to be in touch soon.  We said our good-byes --  including a big, long kiss for Janey -- and Janey and I continued on with our ladies day out.

The days that followed that magical weekend were very difficult for Janey.  Not only did he have to change back into his boy clothes for the week, but poor Janey was experiencing his first schoolgirl crush. The emotions were so powerful.  He was simultaneously mopey and sad because he missed his young banker boyfriend and wildly excited about seeing him again at a fancy, very adult, cocktail party on Friday.

The school days passed very slowly for Janey that week.  When Friday did finally come, I let him miss school so that I could take him back in to the city to shop for a new dress to wear to the party.   We checked back into our hotel and hit the designer boutiques.  And we found the perfect dress!  It was a black, sleeveless dress with little white polka dots.  It was a faux wrap style that had a bow on one side and was cut tantalizingly low in front. The full skirt came right to his knee, a layer of chiffon gave the whole dress a romantic, elegant effect.  Janey looked stunning in his new cocktail dress.

We spent most of the afternoon getting him ready.  I took Janey to a salon near the hotel to get a mani-pedi (I knew he wanted to wear his favorite open toed shoes with the ankle strap) and to get his make-up done.  

Janey's banker met us in the hotel lobby. I thought the young man was going to die from excitement when he saw how pretty Janey looked. The banker had arranged a limo to take them to the party.  I said goodnight to the young couple and whispered to Janey to be careful.  As the limo pulled away from the curve, I gave a little wave as I watched Janey head off for his first date as a young lady.  

Of course I stayed up waiting for Janey to come back to the hotel that night. When he did get home, he was wide awake and bubbling over with excitement.  Janey had to tell me about every detail of his dreamy, romantic evening:  the music, the celebrities he saw, the food, the drinks, the pretty dresses the "other" ladies wore -- everything.  He even had to describe the fancy ladies rest room at the yatch club.  But mostly he wanted to describe how charming and romantic his date was.  How they danced together and how they made out on the balcony overlooking the harbor.  

Then Janey said, "He wants to take me out on another date -- alone -- tomorrow night."  

I knew that this charade must not continue. Someone was going to get very hurt when the truth came out -- probably Janey.  "No Janey, that is not a good idea.  I can't allow you to do that.  This is all getting very...complicated.  Just what do you think is going to happen when he finds out you aren't really a girl?"

"I already told him and he doesn't care!" Janey replied.  My mouth dropped open and I almost fell over with surprise.  "It's true," Janey continued.  "I told him that am a Sissy during the limo ride after the party.  At first he didn't believe me until pulled down my panties and showed him."

"WHAT?!?"  I exclaimed.  "What did he do then?"

"He said that if I wanted to be his Sissy that I needed to suck his cock.  So I did.  Right there in the limo.  And after he came in my mouth he told me that I suck cock better than any real girl that he's been with.  And that he wants me to be his Sissy! Isn't that wonderful, Mother?  I am so happy!  I am in love with him, Mother."   

Before I fainted, the last thought that passed through my mind was that my sweet little Sissy daughter was now a complete Sissy slut!

A Sissy and his Mother Have a Weekend Adventure -- Part 2

Janey finished doing his hair and his make-up.  He slipped on the dress I had bought him earlier that afternoon.  He looked simply stunning.  I was so proud of my beautiful sissy son.

We rode the elevator down to the restaurant.  As we crossed the busy hotel lobby, I was aware that everyone was noticing this striking, elegant and -- dare I say it -- sexy young lady as he walked past.  I'm sure Janey noticed that many heads were turning because of him.  

Unfortunately, the restaurant was very busy and we hadn't made a reservation.  The Maitre d'  suggested that we have a drink at the bar and "perhaps a table might become available."  We did as he suggested and stepped into the hotel's lounge. The bar was mostly full of men -- and it was very crowded.  When we couldn't easily find a seat, I started thinking about leaving.  But just then, two men slid off their bar stools and offered their seats to us.  


The men introduced themselves as investment bankers from out of town. They were stuck here over the weekend, they explained, because they were working on some big deal. The older one was a senior partner with their firm, the younger one was a junior associate.   They wasted no time in buying us drinks and chatting us up. The younger one seemed quite delighted with Janey and was working very hard at impressing him.  I could see that all of this attention was making Janey a bit uncomfortable but I was really enjoying the older banker's flirting.  He was quite charming and I was starting to have a lot of fun.  

After his second glass of white wine, Janey started to relax.  He seemed to get into the spirit of the moment and started to enjoy the young banker's overtures.  Janey laughed at the young banker's jokes and partipated more in the conversation.

More than an hour went by when I mentioned to the older banker that Janey and I had hoped to get a table at the restaurant but that we didn't have a reservation.  "Let me fix that," replied my handsome older banker.  He walked out of the bar and returned two minutes later.  "Our table is ready," he announced.

Apparently, my new banker friend was a VIP of sorts and when he wants a table, one is immediately made available.  Before I could react, Janey and I were being seated at a table with our two gentlemen admirers.  Janey was starting on his third glass of wine (and keep in mind, he is too young and shouldn't be drinking at all!) and he seemed to be OK with this unexpected turn of events.

Dinner with our two handsome bankers was lovely.  Both were charming and fun. Janey was a perfect lady and played his part perfectly.  Maybe too perfectly.  As dinner progressed, Janey and his young banker were whispering to each other and giggling.  After the salads were cleared, I noticed the banker had his hand on Janey's stockinged thigh -- and Janey didn't seem to mind.  And while we were waiting for dessert to be served, Janey and his admirer started making out -- right at the table!  I was quite shocked but I wasn't going to interfere.  And besides, it made it very natural for me to start a little canoodling of my own with my senior partner. 

As my banker was paying the bill, Janey and I stepped into the ladies room for a quick talk.  Janey was nearly bursting with excitement.  "Mommy, I think he really likes me!" he panted.  "He wants me to go back to his room with him.  What should I do?"  

"Absolutely not, Janey.  You've had too much to drink and you have no idea what you are getting yourself into," I replied.  I had never even dreamed that Janey would feel this way about a man, worked up in a girlish romantic frenzy like this. And what did he think was going to happen if he went up the banker's hotel room? "Why don't you and your new 'boyfriend' have another cup of coffee down in the lobby and I'll come back and get you in an hour.  That should give you some time to...get better acquainted."

So after Janey and his young admirer excused themselves to go to the lobby, my senior banker and I went up to his room for a quick roll in the sack.  I expect that he was married, but I didn't care.  I was super horny and he was great in bed.

After the hour was up I put my clothes back on and went down to the lobby.  There was Janey sitting on a sofa frantically making out with his new boyfriend.  I separated them and dragged Janey back upstairs to our hotel room.  

A Sweet Sissy Escort

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

The Sissy Debutante Ball

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

"And WHAT?" Ginger asked, somewhat panicked.

"Well, they can ask us to come up to their rooms with them, of course.  And you are not allowed to refuse.  That is all part of the Sissy Debutante experience.  Tonight we become real Sissy Ladies with the Gentlemen that pick us.  Are you saying that your Mother never explained this to you?"
Poor Sissy Ginger.  He nearly fainted when he heard this.  Of course Mother had never told him about all this.  He would have been too terrified to even come here tonight.  

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

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

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.

Sissy Gets Ready to go Out

Two months ago, my little sister had caught me dressed up in mom's clothes and make-up when she came home early one afternoon.  She said that she would tell mom and dad -- unless I did exactly what she said from now on.  I guess I had always been a bully to my little sister and now was payback time.

Since then, we've been playing "dress up" almost every night.  After dinner, we run up to her room where she makes me practice doing my make-up and styling the wig she made me buy.  She makes practice walking in high heels and sounding like a girl when I talk.

She told all her friends about what a sissy I was -- and how I was really cute when dressed up like a girl.  Tonight, my sister told me, was going to be my "coming out" party.  She was going to take me, along with three of her friends, to a fancy club downtown where they never check IDs of cute girls who want to go in.  I'm the only one old enough to have a license, so I have to drive.

Mom and dad went out early to go to a party so we spent most of the afternoon getting ready.  My sister picked out my outfit for the evening from mom's closet -- a fancy gold and white Lily Pulitzer dress and a pair of strappy high heels.  She helped me get my wig and make-up just right.

"Hmmm," she said with a smile while looking me over when we were done.  "You know, Michael, you really do look like a pretty girl.  I don't think any of the guys at the club would ever guess that you're really a boy when they start flirting with you.  Just be careful when they start feeling you up."

When she said that, I broke down into tears, panic suddenly overcoming me.  "Please don't make me do this!  PLEASE!"

"Oh for God sake STOP CRYING!," my sister yelled.  "You're ruining your make-up!  You are such a big sissy!  Get it together and fix your make-up before the girls get here!  NOW HURRY!"  She slammed the door and went downstairs.

I stared at my reflection in the mirror.  My sister was right -- I did look like a pretty girl.  And she was also right about me being a big sissy. I knew I had to obey my sister or she would tell mom and dad.  As I started redoing my make-up, I tried to imagine what it was going to be like, being in a fancy nightclub in a pretty backless dress, sexy stilettos and glamorous make-up, knowing that men would be trying to talk to me and buy me drinks and...other things.

"Michael!  I mean Michelle!" my sister yelled from downstairs.  "Hurry up!  The girls are here!"

I dried my tears and fought to calm myself down.  I fixed my mascara and finished putting on my bright red lipstick.  I grabbed my little clutch purse and headed down the stairs.

When my sister's friends saw me, they screamed with delight.  They all told me how pretty and sexy I looked.  They said that all the guys would be drooling all over me tonight.  I enjoyed hearing the girls say that I was pretty -- but talking about the men at the club made me feel  sort of sick to my stomach.

One of the girls said, "And when you're giving some guy a blow job tonight, be sure to swallow every drop.  You don't want to get any stains on  your mother's pretty dress."

The girls howled with laughter at that.  I almost started to cry again.

"Time to go, Michelle," my sister said.

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 Cheerleader

For the last three years, there has been a new tradition at State U football games.  After every big play -- a touchdown, a sack, an interception -- a cute little cheerleader named Stacey rushes onto the field and leaps into the arms of whoever made the big play and gives him a big wet kiss!  The crowd at the State U stadium really enjoys the new tradition.  They laugh and chant, "Slut!  Slut!  Slut!" as Stacey leaps onto one of the massive players to lock lips while everyone watches and cheers.

The players, of course, love feeling Stacey wrap her arms around their big strong necks.  And Stacey doesn't just give the boys a little kiss.  Oh no!  Stacey has been instructed to "open wide" and to suck eagerly on the players' tongues.  Stacey does this while the whole stadium -- and the television audience -- watches.  Some players like to give Stacey's ass a squeeze which always make the fans go even crazier!

Everyone enjoys the new tradition -- the fans, the players, the media -- everyone expect poor little Stacey.  You see, Stacey isn't really a cheerleader.  Stacey isn't even really a girl.  Stacey is a little Sissy that I had feminized.  Just another teenage crossdresser that had fallen into my clutches.  State U's Athletic Director had purchased Stacey from me as a "motivational tool" to encourage the team.

And it has really worked!  Ever since Stacey has been part of the "team," State U has been 22 - 6!  And they received Bowl Game invitations two years in a row!

When the team wins a game, there is an all night party in the locker room -- and Sissy Stacey is the "entertainment."  The hulking players take turns having sex with their Sissy cheerleader until they are too tired to fuck him anymore.  The players don't care that Stacey is a Sissy and not a real girl.  After all, no real girl would tolerate the humiliation and abuse that Sissy Stacey has to endure.  Plus, Sissy Stacey makes for a wonderful little fuck toy.  He can deep throut even the biggest cocks.  And the team loves ramming their dicks into his tight little "Sissy Pussy." And when the party is over, Sissy Stacey has to walk home all the way across campus in his cum-soaked cheerleader's uniform, much to the amusement of any students he passes along the way. 

"Home" for Sissy Stacey is the Athletic Director's house, where Stacey lives in a lonely cell in the basement.  And when Stacey isn't entertaining the crowds and "motivating"the team, the Athletic Director himself often enjoys Stacey's "talents."

This morning, the Athletic Director was up having his morning coffee when his cum-drenched Stacey staggered home from last night's locker room victory party.  "Ah, Stacey, you're finally home.  I've been thinking, since you've been such a help to our football program, I've decide that this winter you should do the same for our basketball team.  Isn't that a great idea?"

Sissy Stacey collapsed onto the floor in tears at the thought of being a sex slave for both the football AND the basketball teams.

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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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!

Sissy Goes Outside Part 4

Something strange happened last Friday when I went over the Tasker brothers' house.  I wore a pretty dress and did my make-up like always.  I arrived as instructed at 4:00 sharp, and after posing for some photos and scrubbing the toilets, I readied myself for Dick and Ben to start fucking me, using me as their Sissy sex toy.

Dick, who always fucks me first, told Ben that he didn't need any help holding me down.  He told Ben to "get lost" until he was done with me.  Ben seemed confused at first, but eventually left Dick and me alone in the bedroom.  Dick pushed me down onto the bed and climbed on top of me.  Then he started kissing me -- a lot -- on the mouth, on my face, on my neck.  Instead of holding my wrists down he told me to wrap my arms around him.   Then he slowly pushed his giant cock inside my lubricated bottom and started to gently pump it back and forth.  He had never had sex with me like this before.  It didn't even hurt very much this time.

And after he came inside of me, he kept his cock inside of me for a long time and started kissing me again.  Then he whispered, "You are so hot," in my ear.  For some reason I suddenly felt warm all over when he said that.

Then Ben started banging on the bed room door, shouting, "Hey, hurry up in there!  It's my turn!"

At first Dick just kept on kissing me, trying to ignore all the noise his younger brother was making.  But after a few minutes, Dick leapt out of bed and swung open the door.

"About time!" whined Ben.  "What the hell have you been doing in there?"  Ben started taking off his shirt as he headed towards the bed I was lying on.

Dick grabbed Ben's arm and said, "It's not your turn.  I'm not sharing him any more.  He's my Sissy now.  Only mine.  So get lost."

Well, Ben went nuts when his older brother said that and they started fighting.  I wanted to get far away from this fast, so I grabbed my shoes and my purse and left. 

Later that night, Dick called me on my cell phone and told me that I would be spending afternoons only with him from now on.  He said that he was going to move out of his house and start subletting a friend's apartment downtown.  Dick said that I was to meet him there every afternoon at 4:00.   So on Monday afternoon, I did as I was instructed and met Dick at his new apartment.  

Here are some pictures of me that Dick took on the balcony.  I'm wearing a pretty blue dress from my sister's closet and a purse and shoes from one of her friends.  I spent extra time on my hair and make-up because I really wanted to look nice for Dick.

When Dick saw me he told me that I looked "really pretty" and kissed me.  He took my hand and led me inside.  He sat down on the coach and told me to sit on his lap.  He started kissing me again and running his hands all over me.  "You are so sexy," he panted into my ear.  It made me feel a little dizzy when he said that.

After a few minutes of making out on the coach, Dick told me to go down on him.  I slid off his lap and got on my knees between his legs.  I undid his belt and his pants.  Once freed, his enormous cock sprank to life.  I held his rod with one hand and started licking it up and down.  I know he enjoyed that.  I then put his stiff cock in my mouth and started sucking on it.  Dick wasn't forcing me to do anything.  I was trying my best to please him.   I used my hands and lips and tongue to drive him into a frenzy.  When he started to cum, I made sure that I swallowed every drop.

Later Dick carried me into the bedroom and gently made love to me.  I moaned with pleasure as Dick's big tool slowly worked itself in and out of my bottom.  After Dick came inside me, we just lay together in bed, my head resting on his broad chest, his big arms wrapped tightly around me.  I felt so safe and warm.  And I felt so happy knowing that I had pleased my man so completely. 

Sissy Goes Outside Part 3

It's been two months since my sister and her friends set me up to be caught by the Tasker brothers when I walked in front of their house wearing my sister's clothes.  My life has been a total nightmare ever since.  The boys make me come over to their house every day after school.  My sister thinks it's funny and that I'm getting what I deserve for being such a Sissy.


On that first day, after the boys had dragged me inside, they told me that I was now their "little Sissy sex toy."  They said that I had to do everything they told me to do or they would kill me!  Well if you had ever met either of the Tasker brothers, you would believe their threats.  And for the next two hours they took turns raping me.  One would hold me down while the other would have sex with me.  It felt like they pumped a gallon of cum in my bottom.  When they used my mouth, they forced me to swallow their hot, sticky cum.   It was horrible -- but there was nothing I could do about it. They were both so much bigger and stronger than me.  I was trapped and completely helpless.  I was crying the whole time, begging them to stop -- but they ignored me and just kept fucking me, over and over, like a pair of wild animals.


After a couple of hours they started to get tired and bored, so they told me to get out.  But first they told that I had to come back every afternoon.  They told me to be at their front door at 4:00 sharp and to "look real sexy."  And they also told me that next time I better not be such a "Sissy crybaby."

So everyday, as soon as I get home from school, my sister helps me with my make-up and clothes before driving me over to the Taskers' house.  She teases me saying things like, "What a lucky Sissy you are to have two boyfriends," and "You are such a Sissy slut!"  She's given me some of her old dresses and underwear -- and her friends have contributed some old clothes to my new wardrobe as well.  I try very hard to look pretty, because I'm worried that the boys will get angry with me if I don't look nice.  My hair is now a bit longer and I think I am getting better at looking like a real girl.

Now when I go to the Taskers' house, I arrive by 4:00, as instructed.  I stand on the porch until one of them, usually Ben, the younger one, opens the door.  If the weather is nice, Ben makes me pose for photos before he lets me inside.  This is a picture that Ben took of me today on the same sidewalk where they first caught me two months ago.   I'm wearing a dress that my sister bought at Goodwill for me and a pair of shoes from one of her friends.


Recently, they've started making me do chores around their house before they start having sex with me.  Today I had to wash all dishes in the sink and do some laundry before the brothers decided it was "play time" and started taking off their pants.  I've become their sex slave and maid, all in one!