A Sissy Refresher -- Part 8

Sissy Erica returned to the living room, this time wearing a lovely dress in the palest imaginable shade of blue.  The full skirt ended in a pleats at the waist where pretty lace applique ran around Erica's tiny waist.  The dress was elegant and sexy at the same time, with a low cut neckline that revealed Erica's hormone and surgery enhanced cleavage.

"Oh my," I said as Erica modeled his latest dress.  "He is the epitome of ladylike elegance and femininity in that outfit."

"I agree," replied Ms. Trainer. "I think this dress suits our little Erica perfectly."

"Erica, did you make friends with the other little sissies that were here with you this summer?" I asked.

Sissy Erica didn't seem to know how to answer.  He looked over to Ms. Trainer for guidance or permission or something.

"Well now," Ms. Trainer answered for Sissy Erica.  "That is a very interesting question.  I am so glad you asked.  I'm sorry to report that Erica didn't do so well in making friends with the other sissy students this summer."

"Oh dear," I replied.  "Erica, whatever was your problem?"  I felt myself getting cross with Erica and wanting to punish him.  It was a good feeling after being away from him all summer.

Ms. Trainer explained.  "You see, we had a little fun at Sissy Erica's expense this summer.  Since he was the prettiest, most feminine and best trained sissy, we thought it would be fun to make the other sissies extra jealous of him."

I noticed Erica react to Ms. Trainer's words.  This was clearly new information he was hearing for the first time.

"Oh yes," Ms. Trainer continued.  "After a training exercise we would often compliment Erica on his performance and tell the other sissies that their performances were terrible.  We would threaten to punish the other sissies because they weren't as perfect as Erica.  We would also tell the other sissies that Erica was getting extra food because he was such a good sissy.  Sometimes, we even told the other sissies that Erica had tattled on them, and gotten them in trouble and subjected to more punishments."

"But I never did any of those things!" Erica blurted out.  "I never tattled and I never got extra food!  I never meant to make the other sissies mad at me!" He broke into tears as he spoke.

Ms. Trainer promptly slapped Erica hard across the face and screamed, "Sissies do not speak unless spoken to!  For God's sake, didn't you learn anything this summer.  Stupid sissy."  Ms. Trainer tore the little jacket off Erica's narrow shoulders and shouted, "Now just stand there -- SILENTLY -- while I finish speaking."  Her fury subsided and she continued, "Of course you didn't do those things, Erica, but the other sissies didn't know that, now did they?"

"Well anyway, the other sissies really resented Sissy Erica and that was great fun to watch.  Poor Erica was all alone in every sense this summer."

"What did the other sissies do to Erica?" I asked.

"You're going to love this," Ms. Trainer said.  At night, all our four of sissies would sleep together in one king size bed.  Wearing nothing but their corsets and curlers.  It's a very sexy, sensuous scene, as you might imagine.  Anyway, the other sissies would...take advantage of Erica at bedtime.  What the sissies didn't know is that we added a dose of ground up Viagra to the other sissies' dinner rations  So by the time they climbed into their shared bed with your gorgeous little Erica, their resentment and desire were both inflamed.  So they would take turns fucking little Erica here, two sissies holding Erica down while the third sissy pounded Erica's tight little ass."

Erica went into uncontrollable sobbing reliving the horrors of the past 12 weeks.

"And the best part is, we filmed this little rape scene every night!  I have hours and hours of hot, rough sissy sex action on tape starring Erica.  I have some friends who are editing it down.  They think we can get 8 or 10 hours of the best material and make some good money selling it on DVDs and the internet."

"Isn't that exciting, Erica?" I said. "You're going to be a movie star!"

A Sissy Refresher -- Part 7

"Now I don't know if you ever take Sissy Erica out with you in the evenings, but I think this dress would be perfect for a sissy night on the town," Ms. Trainer began as Erica re-entered the room, this time wearing a little black dress embellished with rhinestone around the neckline.  The dress was simple, classic -- but Erica still looked so damn sexy!

"Yes, sometimes we take Erica out with us, often when we have a male friend of Roberto's visiting from out of town.  It's fun for us to make it a double date, letting Erica be a real man's pretty date for the evening.  And yes, this dress would be perfect!  What man wouldn't love having a sexy escort like that!" Roberto heartily agreed.

Changing the subject, I asked, "So tell me, what is the diet you put the sissies on to get them so...svelte?"

"Erica, tell your wife/mistress what you ate while you were here."

Erica mumbled a response that I couldn't understand.

"Oh speak up, Erica, for God's sake! Nobody likes a mumbling sissy!"

"Baby food," Erica managed to say.

"What?" I exclaimed.  Barely able to contain my surprise and laughter.

"Oh, yes," Ms. Trainer explained.  "It's a wonderful way to control and minimize portions and calories and dignity.  One small jar, three times a day, will guarantee rapid weight and self-respect loss."

"No wonder he looks so slim and dainty," I remarked.

"Erica, sweetie," Ms. Trainer asked. "What else did you eat while you were here?"

Erica looked terrified.  "Nothing, Ms. Trainer.  I ate nothing else.  Only the food that I was given.  Honest."  Erica looked panicked, believing that he was being accused of an infraction of the rules.

"Don't get your panties in a twist, sweetie.  You're not in trouble.  I was just pointing out that you ate something besides baby food all summer."

Erica still looked confused and frightened.  "I was just pointing out, Erica," Ms. Trainer explained a bit impatiently, "that you also ate a lot of semen over the past twelve weeks.  And I mean a lot!  Isn't that true, Erica?"

Erica's fear instantly turned to intense shame.  "Yes, Ms. Trainer," came the pitiful response.  "I did eat a lot of semen."

"You see?" Ms. Trainer added.  "Our sissies get a perfectly balanced diet here!"  I almost fell on the floor laughing when she said that.

"Let's see another dress!" Ms. Trainer chirped.

A Sissy Refresher -- Part 4

Erica re-entered the room where Roberto, Ms. Trainer and I were sitting.  This time he was wearing an elegant gold cocktail dress, sleeveless with a deep vee back.  The bodice of the dress was decorated with little pearls, while a wide sash of gathered fabric wrapped around him, just below the bust.  He looked so elegant and beautiful.  Simply stunning!                                                                          I was still astonished by how skinny and delicate he looked, his pretty new dress draped over his slender shoulders.  Ever since I feminized him five years ago, I have been able to easily dominate Erica -- mentally and physically -- but in his current emaciated state, I'm was pretty sure I would be able to do anything I could imagine to him physically.  Pick him up.  Throw him down.  Slap him around.  Anything.  The thought got me excited.

I looked again at Erica's face.  The fear and sadness were so visible, his eyes barely holding back back tears of shame and anxiety.                                                                                         "What's with this crazy fashion show?" Roberto asked. "Why can't we just throw Erica into the trunk of the car and take him home already?"                                                                                         "Roberto, I already explained this to you about a dozen times," I said with some exasperation.  "Part of the training Erica received was in becoming a 'decorative sissy.'  Ms. Trainer is letting us see some of Erica's new outfits that he'll be wearing at home."

"What's wrong with his maid's uniforms?" Roberto asked.                                                                                                                                                Ms. Trainer jumped in to help me out.  "Roberto, 'decorative sissies' are all the latest rage.  Of course it only really works if you have an exceptionally pretty sissy like Erica.  But let me explain.  Of course there is nothing wrong with him wearing a maid's uniform.  When Erica is doing his chores -- cooking, cleaning, etc. -- he will continue to dress as a maid.  But at other times he can serve you in a more 'decorative' manner.  Like when he is bringing you coffee in bed or greeting you when you return home in the evening, Erica will change into one of his pretty new dresses and high strappy shoes so he can look his very best while he's serving you.  And think how elegant it will be when Erica greets your guests at the front door dressed like this, to take their coats and to show them in.  And say you and your wife are relaxing in den or entertaining another couple, Erica can be posed where ever you want him, silently and motionlessly adding some beauty to your home.  As a 'decorative sissy,' think of him more like a pretty vase or painting on the wall than as a person."

"Or a Barbie doll," Roberto responded.

 "Yes. Very much like a Barbie doll," Ms. Trainer replied.  "But you can't gang fuck a Barbie doll in the ass, now can you?"  We all had a huge laugh at Ms. Trainer's joke.  Well, all except Erica.                                                                                          "But won't that be a lot of extra work, changing in and out of his maid's dress and these fancy dresses, re-doing his hair and make-up, several times a day?" Roberto asked.                                                                                                               "Of course it will be a lot of extra time and effort for Erica, but he doesn't mind.  Do you, sweetie?  You will be honored to work hard to be extra pretty around the house. Right?"

"Yes, Ms. Trainer.  I will be honored to make myself extra pretty around the house," Erica replied softly, staring down at the floor, unable to meet our eyes as his future as a Barbie-like fuck toy was joked about right in front of him.                                                                                               "Such a sweet sissy," Ms. Trainer cooed.  "Time for another dress!"

Sissy Attitude Adjustment

Poor Sissy Millie just couldn't seem to accept what was happening to him. 

Physically, Sissy Millie was a huge success -- his forced transformation from occasional crossdresser to chemically and surgically feminized sissy was nearly perfect.  His face was smooth and beautiful, his body was soft and slender.  His hair was long and full.  And his boobs were...well...incredible.  Just look at them!  I can't resist squeezing them and playing with them!

Everything was perfect except for his attitude.

You see, Sissy Millie continued to insist that he was "a man."  He kept shouting that his name was Simon and he would never be another man's full-time, live-in sissy slave.

This was a real problem for me.  Sissy Millie's new owner was scheduled to take possession of his sissy in just three weeks.  But Sissy Millie's attitude -- his entire mental state -- needed a major adjustment.  And quickly!

I've been through this many times before and I have never failed to break a sissy. Sissy Millie is going to wish he had cooperated with his transformation and succumbed to his new life before it came to this.  He is going to endure punishment beyond his wildest imagination.  Once it begins, he is going to start begging me to stop the torture -- begging to be allowed to embrace his new life as a sissy maid and sex slave.  But I am not going to stop until I know that Simon is gone and only Sissy Millie remains. And if that takes three weeks, well that's OK with me. 

Sissy Millie has been tightly corseted, bound and perched on that little stool all night long, a 12 inch dildo vibrating and pulsing wildly in his sissy pussy.  Morning has finally arrived after a long, painful and sleepless night.  He is terrified and exhausted. But his worst fears about what are about to happen to him are nothing -- NOTHING -- compared to what this final stage of his transformation will be like. We will completely break his will and his soul.

I feel no guilt about the suffering Sissy Millie will soon endure.  This is all his own damn fault.

A Sissy for my Husband

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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!  

Uncle Jim Gets a Sissy

After my parents died in a car accident, I was sent to live with my Uncle Jim.  I had never really liked Uncle Jim.  I had always thought that he was sort of rough and maybe a little strange. I was about to discover how right I was.

Uncle Jim lived alone in a big, old farmhouse far out in the country.  His wife, Darla, had walked out on him many years ago.

No sooner had I brought my suitcase into the house the Uncle Jim announced, "You won't be needing your old clothes.  I got plenty of better clothes for you to wear.  You see, when Darla ran out on me, she left all her old things.  And so now you can take Darla's place.  So why don't you go upstairs and put on one of Darla's pretty dresses while I go out back and burn your old clothes."

I began to protest but Uncle Jim started beating me.  Hard.  I was no match for him; I was small and weak and he was huge and strong.  It didn't take long for him to wrestle my suitcase away from me and to drag me up the stairs to Darla's old closet. He picked out a dress and threw it on the bed.  "Now get changed like I told you to!" he shouted.  "There's underwear and make-up in those drawers and there are pretty shoes in the closet.  Now hurry up, get dressed and get your ass downstairs."  He hit me again before he slammed the door behind him and stomped down the stairs.

I was paralyzed.  I started crying as I sat on the bed, looking at the flowery dress that was lying there. Then I smelled smoke.  I looked out the window and true to his threat, Uncle Jim was burning my clothes in the back yard.  I knew I was in big trouble and that I had better start cooperating or something really bad would happen to me.  I put on one of Darla's bras, a pair of her panties, the dress and some shoes.  I put on some red, red lipstick and some rouge on my cheeks.  I took a deep breath and headed down the stairs to where Uncle Jim would be waiting.

That was nearly a year ago.  I have been living and dressing as Darla all day, everyday, since I arrived.  My hair has grown longer and I am now better at doing my make-up and walking in high heels. Uncle Jim calls me Darla and expects me to do everything a good housewife does. I cook and serve three meals a day for him. I scrub the floors and wash the windows. I vacuum and I dust. I do Uncle Jim's laundry. My chores are endless. I hate my life. As I do my chores, hour after hour, day after day, all I can think about is how wonderful and free my life used to be, when I was a normal boy. But that life is behind me now. I am the Sissy housewife/slave of a demented monster.

Uncle Jim gets very mad at me if he catches me daydreaming or not doing my chores vigorously enough.  And he gets furious if he thinks I don't look pretty enough or if I don't sound and walk and laugh enough like Darla did. And when I disappoint him he throws me over his knee and spanks me brutally.

And after I have cleaned the the house from top to bottom and after I have put away the dinner dishes, I have to put on one of Darla's nightgowns and take care of my "husband's" sexual needs.   No matter how awful my household chores are, nothing is as awful as having Uncle Jim's giant naked body on top of me, kissing me and feeling me up all over. But worst of all is when I have to do the things that he says Darla refused to do. I have to put Uncle Jim's cock in my mouth until he gets ready to cum. Sometimes he likes to cum in my mouth and make me swallow it.  But mostly, he likes to pull It out just before he cums and shoots it all over my face. After I clean us both up, Uncle Jim usually climbs on top of me again and falls asleep. That's when I usually start crying until I fall asleep, getting a little rest until my life as a sissy housewife/slave starts again in the morning.  

Sissy Training -- the Final Lesson

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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.      

Reluctant Sissy Bride

  

The Colombian drug lord had waited a long time and paid a quarter million dollars to have this Sissy made for him. His heart raced and his cock swelled the instant he laid eyes on the equisite Sissy bride sitting before him.

Two years ago, the drug lord had been betrayed by a former business partner. He thought long and hard about how he would get his revenge. And so he arranged for the kidnapping of deceitful partner's only teenage son and to transform the spoiled brat into his very own Sissy wife.

"Well done, Arturo, well done," the drug lord said to the Sissy's trainer and surgeon.

"Yes," Arturo replied. "He is stunning, isn't he. He makes such a lovely bride. It's such a shame that he has been so resistant to the transformation, to his new body and his new life. It has been necessary to either keep him drugged or in restraints at all times. He is horrified -- nearly to the point of insanity -- by what we've done to him. It's unfortunate."

"Quite the contrary, Arturo. I'm delighted that the forced sissification has been torture for him. This couldn't be better!" the drug lord said with glee, enjoying the sweetness of his revenge.

"The Sissy's drugs are wearing off," Arturo explained. "I knew you wanted him awake and lucid for your wedding ceremony. His hands are tightly bound behind him; I suggest you keep him in restraints when not drugged. After the ceremony, let me know if you want him drugged for your wedding night."

"Oh goodness no!" replied the drug lord. "I will just tie him to my bed. I want my little Sissy to be able to enjoy his first night in bed as my little Sissy wife."  

New Sissies for the Harem - Part 1

As one of the wealthiest oil barons in Saudi Arabia, the Prince had unlimited funds with which to build his Sissy Harem.  Frail and effeminate boys were lured from ghettos in Europe and Asia with promises of jobs in the Prince's palace.  What actually awaited these unsuspecting boys was a lifetime of captivity and a 24/7 program of feminization.  After a year of hormones, surgery and intensive training, the thoroughly feminized boys "graduate" to become part of the Prince's Sissy Harem where their lives are focused solely on attaining sissified perfection and pleasing their Prince and Master in every way.  Here we see two of the Prince's favorite Sissies about to engage in some hot Sissy passion for the Prince's entertainment.

Sissy Drugged for Party Night

Sissy Maria was just starting to regain consciousness, having been heavily drugged earlier in the day -- as always happened before the weekly "party nights" that the Master arranged.  As Sissy Maria re-awakened, he could see that he had been dressed in a very sexy and revealing belly dancer's outfit.  In the mirrored ceiling he could see that his hair and make-up had done -- he had been primped and painted and dressed as a super sexy harem girl.  The room was still spinning as he started to become aware that he was surrounded by a dozen men, all of whom were starting to remove their pants.  He tried to move but the drugs left her with no control of his body.  He couldn't even scream.  He was stuck, on display on the table in the middle of the room full of his Master's horny and perverted friends.  Poor Sissy Maria, the drugs had now worn off enough that he was fully aware of the gang rape he was about to endure -- but was unable to defend himself in any way.  He squeezed her eyes tightly shut and began to silently sob at his fate. 

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... 

Sissy in a Bikini Pleases his Master

Although Sissy Lydia fought against his captivity and forced femininity training at first, he had now embraced his new life and his new body.  The hormones, the beatings, the forced sex, the hours of beautification procedures had stripped him of his old male persona.  Instead, his Master and Trainer had created a sexy and beautiful love doll with beautiful, full breasts, a luscious round ass, long auburn hair and soft, silky skin.  Now, Sissy Lydia's entire sense of self and purpose was to serve and please his Master 24 hours a day.  Sissy Lydia was so happy to pose seductively in his skimpy bikini while his Master played with himself, enjoying Sissy Lydia's show.

A Sissy Accepts his Fate

After nearly a year of intense training, massive doses of hormones and severe psychological abuse, poor little Sissy Jenny finally surrendered himself to his new reality.  He abandoned any remaining sense of the high school drop-out he was.  He also abandoned any remaining hope that he might someday be able to escape from the captivity of his Master.  Sissy Jenny accepted his fate -- that he was now the fully feminized, sissified love toy for a strong, masculine and demanding Master.  Sissy Jenny gently wrapped his soft, manicured fingers around his Master's swelling cock and whispered, "How my serve you, my Master."