Sissy Roommate Part 8 -- Spring Break Sissy

The rest of the fall and the winter went by quickly.

Of course, Tank set several new school football records -- and the team did make it to a Bowl Game for the first time in decades.  Even though football season ended, Tank continued to train hard all year round.

I continued to put all my effort into serving Tank and making him happy.  My own school work suffered badly -- I did terribly on two of my fall semester finals. But I realize I can't do everything and I have decided that caring for Tank is my top -- and sometimes only -- priority.

You may remember that last fall, Tank had me start taking birth control pills -- female hormones.  I didn't want to at first but Tank insisted.  Well they have had a powerful effect on me!  Almost immediately, I could feel swelling and intense sensitivity in my nipples and breasts.  My butt and thighs have gotten a lot fuller while the rest of me has gotten even skinnier. My complexion became clearer and my skin softer. And my hair started growing much faster and thicker.  There is no doubt that the birth control pills are starting to make me much more like a real girl!

As spring break approached, Tank told me that he was going to Florida.  Some wealthy alumnus was letting Tank use his beachfront condo for the week.  And do you want to know the best part?  Tank asked me to go with him!!!  I leapt into his arms and kissed him so hard when he asked me!  I was over the moon!                                                                         Of course, I didn't own anything I could wear on a vacation in Florida so I had to ask Tank for some extra money to buy some new things, including the super cute bikini I'm wearing in the photo.  What do you think?                                                                                                 When I go to the beach or to the pool, I wear a pair of extremely tight panties so that I'm totally flat in the front.  And I added some special padding to the bra top that helps push my teeny breasts up so that I look like I have boobs like a real girl.

We had  really great time in Florida -- and I had Tank all to myself.   Well, mostly.  He still went to a local gym every day.  But sometimes I went with him.  I was able to take a Zumba dance/exercise class with a bunch of other ladies which was really fun.  

The whole week was a dream.  I would get up extra early to take my shower and to make myself look pretty before Tank even woke up.  Then I would make him breakfast and then Tank would have sex with me.  I think we did it in every room and on every piece of furniture in the condo!  After that would would go out to the beach or to the condo's pool.  I think it really turned Tank on seeing me out in public in my bikinis!  And even though the beach was public, Tank still made me give him secret hand jobs -- right there on the beach!

And in the evenings, Tank would take me out to restaurants and night clubs.  It was like we were really boyfriend and girlfriend!

I was so proud to be seen with Tank.  First of all, he looked so handsome when he put on a nice shirt and pants to go out. And of course, a lot of people would recognize him when we were out and would ask for autographs and selfies.  I felt like I was being escorted by a Hollywood celebrity!  It was so exciting and dreamy!

Tank was so nice to me the whole time we were away.  He even bought me a little gold necklace -- it's a pretty mermaid pendant on a thin gold chain -- for me as a souvenir of our trip.

I was so happy while we were in Florida.  I felt like the time there -- parading around in my bikinis, being on the arm of a handsome man, receiving a lovely piece of jewelry -- was making more feminine, more girlish, every day.  I think the experience was changing how I thought and how I felt about myself -- and how I felt about Tank. One night, as I was sleeping tightly wrapped in Tank's arms, I even dreamed that I was Tank's wife.  Isn't that incredible?  

I'm really in love with Tank.

Sissy Roommate - part 5 -- Some New Clothes

Well, my trip to the mall was quite an adventure.  I had made a list of the things I thought I would need.  More sexy underwear, some sexy tops and some short short skirts were definitely on the list.  I also planned to buy some more make-up and some brushes and sprays to make my hair look nicer.  And I hoped I would have enough money left over for some perfume -- I thought that Tank would really enjoy that.                                                                             But one thing made me extra nervous about my shopping adventure: Tank had also told me to get some clothes to wear outside.  He was going to make me go outside fully dressed as a girl! So I needed to be smart about what I bought since this wasn't just for sissy dress-up games in our dorm room.

Here's one of the outfits I bought for myself on that first trip to the mall.  Don't you like this cute little top?  I didn't realize when I bought it that it wouldn't even cover my tummy!  But I think it looks super cute.  And I think it looks nice with the short plaid skirt I bought.  I also bought some shoes and a bag that I could take outside with me.

Here's a close-up of my face.  I think you can see that I've gotten a lot better with my make-up.  I think I look very pretty in this photo.                                                                                         Maybe you can tell that I have plucked my eyebrows into a pretty arch shape.  That, along with some eyeliner and mascara, helps make my eyes look extra big and pretty.                                                                                             And Tank really likes it when I wear lipstick.  With some practice, I've gotten really good at putting it on. I spent a little more to get extra long wearing lipstick because regular lipstick doesn't stay on for very long since Tank likes kissing me so much.

And as you can see, Tank was true to his word.  He made me go outside behind our dorm to take these photos.  I was so scared that someone would see me as we went out the back stairs.  But the sensation of being outside dressed as a girl was so exciting!  I loved the feeling of the cool fall air on my exposed skin.  I loved posing for my man as he took dozens of photos of me.                                                                                                And I could tell that Tank was getting excited by taking me outside and making pose for photos.  Because when he was done taking pictures, he grabbed me by the wrist and rushed me back upstairs to our dorm room.  "All fours!  Now!" he growled. I quickly did as I was ordered and positioned myself on my hands and knees on the floor.  Tank pulled down his pants and approached me from behind, lifting up my skirt and pulling down my lacy panties.  Tank loves to fuck me in all sorts of different positions -- but I think he likes it best when I'm on my hands and knees.  I love it when he spanks my bottom while his dick is pumping in and out of me.  It gets me so excited when Tank says how tight my "pussy" is while he's fucking me.  I have to admit that it's pretty painful when Tank fucks me because his cock is so enormous. Sometimes it hurts so much that I cry while Tank is pounding away at me.  But it also makes me feel so happy and fulfilled to be pleasing Tank and to submit to him so completely.

Sissy Roommate -- Part 4 -- My Purple Dress

So from that day forward, I have been Tank's sissy.  He has a tremendous sexual appetite, needing to cum two or three -- and sometimes more -- times every day.  He also expects me to do other stuff for him, like his laundry, which I do every day without being asked.  I know he expects it so I just do it.

At first, I would go through bouts a doubt and self-loathing.  What was I becoming?  Why was I doing this?  I would think about performing oral sex on Tank and get sick to my stomach.  But then these feelings would subside and be replaced by feelings of warmth and happiness and satisfaction unlike any I had ever experienced before, as I assumed the role of the subservient, obedient woman serving her superior, masculine male. 

About half of the things I took from the lost and found bin at the gym turned out to fit me pretty well and it seemed to please Tank when I would get dressed up.  I also got much better at doing my make-up and making my hair look prettier. I also bought a ladies razor at the drug store and started shaving my body. I really like it when Tank runs his big rough hands up and down my soft, smooth legs. 

The best item that I took from the lost and found was a really pretty purple dress.  It had a lovely floral print and a fancy lace inset around the neck line.  I felt so pretty when I wore this -- just like a princess!  

Sometimes, when I would emerge from the bathroom after putting on my dress and my make-up, Tank would have me stand in the middle of the room with my gaze directed downward -- a position of total submission.  He would say something like, "Who do you belong to, sissy bitch?" and I would reply, "I belong to you, Sir." This little ritual would continue for several minutes until Tank was worked up into a frenzy.  Then he would grab me and roughly shove his enormous dick into my mouth.  

Other times, when he saw me wearing this dress, Tank would sit naked on the edge of his bed and he would tell me to climb on his lap and we would make out for a while before he decided it was time for me to suck him off.

Even though I looked pretty in the clothes I had taken from the lost and found, after a while, Tank got tired of seeing me wearing the same things all the time.  He told me to get some more clothes. He peeled off four $100 bills from a fat roll of money he had in his sock drawer and threw them at me. "Go buy some new clothes. Get some sexy stuff."

I had never bought girls clothes before but at least I knew something about my size based on the things I took from the gym.  I decided that the next day I would take the bus to the mall.

Taking my Sissy Husband on Vacation

My husband and I are having the most wonderful vacation together.  That's me in the photo on the left, the brunette in the black dress.  But that's not my husband in the photo! That's my new vacation boyfriend, Jerry.  I met Jerry earlier this week at the resort bar.  You see my husband is not a real man like Jerry.  My husband is a feminine, submissive sissy. 

That's my sissy husband in this photo -- the pretty blonde "lady" in the sexy gold dress.  His real name is Martin, but he is living only as "Tina" this week while we are on vacation.  And as you can see, Tina landed a handsome new vacation boyfriend too! His name is Darren.

My Tina is very, very good at passing as a woman.  He works hard at keeping his body slender through a strict diet and body-sculpting exercises.  He keeps his hair long all the time, but dyed it and had it styled especially for this trip.

Don't you think they make a cute couple?  Darren is everything that my Martin/Tina isn't. He's strong, confident and decisive.  A real Alpha male! I love seeing Tina with Darren. It seems like Tina doesn't have a single idea of his own when he's with his hunky new boyfriend -- Tina seems only capable of agreeing with whatever Darren says and whatever Darren wants to do.

I love seeing how Tina behaves when he's with a real man!  That's why I planned this vacation to a singles resort.  Although we have been out together as two women many times before -- to restaurants and bars and so on -- we had never taken a week-long vacation like this before.  For Tina -- and for me -- it is a wild, new experience!

I know my sissy husband enjoys his time as Tina.  I know that his need to express him feminine side is far too powerful for him to resist.  And being in the arms of a strong, masculine man is so exciting for him, throwing his feminine feelings into overdrive. But tricking a man to believe that you are a real woman when you are not is playing with fire!  And Tina knows this. Each moment he spends with an unsuspecting man fills Tina with equal parts excitement -- and fear that his secret will be revealed.

Tina and Darren have been an item for three days now -- and we have three days left in our vacation.  Can Tina keep up the act for the rest of our vacation without letting Darren find out the truth?  I certainly hope so.  I expect that Darren would be furious beyond belief if he learned that the woman he was falling for was really a man.

So how does Tina manage to keep his secret? Well, the first night was easy --  just some flirting and a little pawing at the resort bar, with a brief good night kiss at the end of the evening.  By day 2, things were heating up, with some heavy making out during the day and a hand job in Darren's room at the end of the evening.  (His cock is enormous, Tina reports!) 

Today is day 3 of their steamy relationship.  I caught Tina and Darren making out like crazy earlier today -- including in the swimming pool!  Now we are all dressed up for a double date together.  First we'll have some Happy Hour cocktails, then a romantic, candlelit dinner together, followed by dancing at the outdoor bar until late. It's what happens after that that has Tina very nervous.

"You better hope he likes blow jobs!" I told Tina. "And I hope you are really good at giving them.  Because he is going to expect to get some serious action from you. And since he can't fuck you, you better find some other way to keep him interested." Tina has practiced giving blow jobs on the strap-on dildo I sometimes use on Tina's backside.  But Tina has never had a real cock in his mouth -- or down his throat.

 

Of course, I've been fucking my new vacation boyfriend every chance I get this week.  We run off to his room a couple of times during the day and of course in the evening. He is amazing in bed! And I always give Tina a detailed report on my sexual encounters with Jerry.

I really hope that Tina -- and his pretty mouth -- can keep Darren satisfied and unaware of the truth. They make such a cute couple and Darren really seems rather smitten by Tina. And I can tell Tina is really falling for Darren.

Keep your fingers crossed that Tina can really pull it off. With a little luck -- and a lot of sucking -- Tina just might come home with wonderful memories of his romantic vacation with Darren -- and a tummy full of Darren's hot, sticky cum!

 

Mommy's Pajama Sissy -- Part 12 -- The Conclusion

It turns out that Jimmy told Tammy that, as Captain of the football team, he was expected to "share" his girlfriend with some of the other seniors who were on the team.  This is what I overheard Tammy talking about on the phone.  Well, I couldn't believe what I was hearing, but it seems like my sweet, innocent Tammy was going to listen to whatever Jimmy said -- and do whatever Jimmy asked.

The very next day, I heard that Jimmy and Tammy went to the beach -- along with Jimmy's teammate Marcus.  Tammy didn't share any of the details of what happened at the beach but he seemed completely fine with whatever did happen.  I guess Tammy enjoyed the extra attention of two boys instead of just one.  

I soon had the impression that Tammy's dates with Jimmy usually included one -- or more! -- of Jimmy's football buddies.  I began to become concerned that Tammy was letting himself get caught up in something that wasn't very healthy for a young lady like Tammy.  But as unhappy as I was that Tammy was being "shared" among the players on the football team, I soon learned that the situation was perhaps even much more worrisome than I knew.

Tammy had been very open with me about his early experiences with Jimmy, but as the summer wore on, Tammy became much less willing to fill me in on the details of what he was doing.  I started checking his phone when I could just to get an idea of what he was up to.  So you can imagine my shock when I found these photos on his phone.  Because that's not Jimmy that Tammy is kissing.  That's Jimmy's Uncle Mike who owns the garage where Jimmy works!  Mike is in his mid-40's and shouldn't be romancing an innocent teenager like my Tammy!

And not only was Jimmy "sharing" Tammy with his Uncle Mike -- but apparently, Uncle Mike was "sharing" Tammy with his friends too!  The photos on Tammy's phone weren't very clear so maybe I'm not exactly sure what I'm looking at. Maybe you can figure out what's really happening here...

Oh dear! Perhaps this is all my fault!  It was just so much fun when we started wearing cute pajamas and nightgowns together  I could never have imagined that it would lead to this.

Mommy's Pajama Sissy -- Part 11

After the success of PJ Day -- and Tammy's "coming out" -- Tammy was on his way to having a very exciting summer.  In fact, I don't think I can remember seeing "Tommy" all summer long.

As the summer began, Tammy took a lot of interest in how he looked, asking me to take him to my salon every week so he could have his hair styled and colored in different ways. One week he'd ask for his hair to be straight and sleek and lightened; the next he'd want some curls back and a different shade of blonde. By now, Tammy's hair had really grown quite long so the stylist was able to make it look really great.  And Tammy started wearing more make-up -- which he had really never done before. 

And then there were the clothes!  I spent a fortune during the weeks after school ended to get Tammy all the different outfits he said he needed. Here are a couple of photos I took of Tammy after one of our trips to the mall.  Doesn't he look adorable.  You can see how he had his hair lightened.  And look at his eye make-up.  So pretty!  And check out those sexy sandals -- I wouldn't even be able to walk in those!

Right from the start, Tammy's schedule that summer was busy! The girls from his class started including him in their trips to the mall and hanging out at each other's homes.  Tammy would come home after spending time with the girls and tell me all about what they did -- and what they talked about -- which seemed to only BOYS, BOYS, BOYS!  And Tammy got his share of teasing from the girls because of Jimmy.  More on that in a minute!

One of the girls even got Tammy a job waitressing during the busy lunch time shift at the local diner.  I know this was hard work, but Tammy seemed to really enjoy it.  And I was glad that he was working during the summer -- even if just for a few hours a day.  Tammy looked so cute in the apron he wore when he was working. And every time I stopped by, Tammy was always getting a lot of extra attention (and some very good tips!) from the male customers.  

Well, back to Jimmy.  I had never dreamed that PJ Day would lead to Tammy catching the eye of the captain of the football team!  It was clear from the beginning that Jimmy was completely smitten with my little Tammy!  Some days, Tammy would get off work in the afternoon and go straight over to Jimmy's uncle's body shop and hang out there until Jimmy finished work.  And Jimmy was always asking Tammy to go out with him in the evenings and on weekends.  It all seemed innocent enough -- at least at first.  Tammy was thrilled with all the attention he was getting from Jimmy and how all the other girls from school were amazed that Jimmy and Tammy were "an item."  I had never seem Tammy so excited and happy as the times I saw him getting ready for a date with Jimmy.  He would spend hours getting himself all dolled up to look his nicest for his new boyfriend.  Sometimes he would try on dozens of outfits before settling on the one he would wear out with his new beau.

And Jimmy and Tammy did seem to have fun together.  Here are a few photos Tammy showed me of their time at the fair.  Just look how happy my little Tammy is.  And doesn't he look sweet in that little sundress he's wearing?  Jimmy certain seems to like what he sees!

 

The two of them spent a LOT of time together as the summer began.  There were dates to the movies and concerts, and trips into the city and lots of time on the beach. They really seemed to enjoy each other's company and seemed to be growing very close.

I know that the two of them would sneak off to be...romantic...together every chance they got.  My Tammy didn't even try very hard to hide it from me.  In fact, he loved talking about how being with Jimmy made him feel, how he loved being held tightly in Jimmy's strong arms, how he loved it when Jimmy would kiss him really hard.  But even if things seemed to be getting a little hot and heavy between them, I figured that they were just kids being kids and the experience of being together and exploring these romantic feelings wouldn't cause any harm.  And Jimmy seemed like a nice enough boy.  So I basically stayed out of it and let Tammy find his own way through this new terrain.

I was fine with all of it, really, until I overheard Tammy talking to one of his new girlfriends from school about something Jimmy called "sharing."

Mommy's Pajama Sissy -- Part 8

When Tammy and Steve arrived at Steve's parents' home, Steve quickly poured himself a stiff drink.  They had already started having a conversation about exactly who Tammy was and Steve was beginning to come to terms with the fact that the beautiful girl he had been French kissing on the dance floor wasn't really a girl at all.

But Steve wasn't angry or upset.  He really mostly seemed confused and conflicted.  He had fallen very hard for Tammy and it was a struggle to incorporate this new, shocking information with what his eyes and emotions were saying.

"Do you want me to go?" Tammy asked at one point when Steve seemed to be out of questions and the silence hung heavily in the room.

"I don't know.  I don't think so. Maybe if we just spend a little time here together we can figure out what exactly we are feeling and what we should do next," Steve suggested.

So they sat quietly together on the couch for a few minutes.  Steve broke the silence saying, "God, you even smell fantastic."  That comment broke the tension and Tammy giggled a little.

"Steve," Tammy started, "I think you like me as a girl. And I know I like you. So maybe, just for the rest of the evening, we could both go on pretending that I'm really a girl."

"But what would your mother say? Do you think she wants this to be happening?  Do you think she wants you, her son, hanging out alone with an older man who, just a few minutes ago, was kissing you on the dance floor?!?"

"I think my mother has the hots for you just as much as I do. If I wasn't here, I bet she would want to be! But I'm guessing you have that effect on girls' mothers," Tammy offered. "So no. I don't think my mother would have any problem with me being here with you tonight. I think she would be happy that I've having this sort of experience with such a nice and handsome man."

Steve didn't have an answer to that. So Tammy continued, "So, if I really was your girlfriend, what would we be doing right now?"

"Making out, I guess. Is that what you want to do?" Steve asked.

"Yes!" Tammy breathed as he wrapped his arms around Steve's strong neck and kissed him hard.  And Steve kissed him back. Steve pushed Tammy down onto the couch and climbed on top of him.  Their kissing and their breathing became harder.  As did something in Steve's pants.

"If I was really your girlfriend, what would you want me to do now?" Tammy whispered.

"I'd want you to pull down my zipper and take out my dick and start to stroke it," Steve replied. And that's what Tammy did.  Tammy was amazed by how huge Steve's cock was -- many times bigger than his own little one.  And it seemed to grow bigger with each gentle stroke.

"May I put it in my mouth?" Tammy asked.  Steve could only nod.  Tammy kissed the end of Steve's rock hard dick, and then licked it, and then pulled it into his mouth.  Steve's eyes were closed and he was making quiet moaning sounds so Tammy figured he was doing it right.  "Oh that feels so good," Steve moaned.  "So good."

After playing with Steve's dick in his mouth for about 10 minutes, Tammy said, "I want you to make love to me. Treat me like a real girl and fuck me.  Please."

"Let's go upstairs to my bedroom," Steve replied.

When they got there, Steve stripped naked. "Are you going to get undressed?" Steve asked.

"Oh, no. I don't want to be naked. I need to be wearing girl's clothes to feel like a girl," Tammy explained. "Give me a minute." And Tammy exited Steve's bedroom.  A moment later, Tammy returned wearing a black satin and lace nightgown. "How's this?" Tammy asked with a smile as he twirled in front of Steve.

""Did you take that from my mother's lingerie drawer?!" Steve asked with some distress.  Tammy nodded yes with an enormous smile on his face. "Oh, God, I'm going to be in therapy for years because of you." Under the silky nightgown, Tammy was still wearing his bra and padding, so he had the shape of  a woman and Steve couldn't help but be excited by the image of a sexy woman standing before him. 

"Wow," said Steve, "You look amazing. I am so turned on right now." And with that, the two lovers climbed into bed.  Steve positioned Tammy on his side, with his bottom facing Steve.  Steve lifted the hem of Tammy's nightgown, exposing his soft little bottom.  Steve applied some lubricant and warned Tammy that it might hurts a little since it was his first time. Steve began to gently work his giant, rock hard dick into Tammy's virgin sissy pussy.  With each stroke, Steve's cock penetrated deeper and deeper into Tammy. Soon, Steve's thrusts became harder and quicker, his moaning louder, his grip on his feminine lover tighter. And as Steve came inside of him, Tammy's own little penis also exploded into the soft, silky fabric of the nightgown that was rubbing against him.  

For Tammy, the experience was quite painful -- but also exquisite. Allowing his body to be given over for the pleasure of a real man. To feel a real man plant his hot sticky seed deep inside his body. To surrender completely to the needs of the woman that lived inside of him.  It filled him with a sense of happiness and fulfillment unlike anything he had ever experienced.

As Steve's dick began to soften, he started to withdraw from Tammy's backside. Tammy reached around and grabbed Steve's ass. "No," he said. "Please leave it inside of me for just a bit longer."

As they lay there, still wrapped tightly together, they both fell asleep for a few minutes, both feeling exhausted and content.

When they awoke, Steve kissed Tammy again and said, "I think I need to drive you home now, darling."

Mommy's Pajama Sissy -- part 7

 

Tammy was having a magical time at the fancy tea dance, being led on the dance floor by his handsome date, Steve.  Tammy allowed himself to be carried away by the experience, resting his head on Steve's shoulder.  And when Steve leaned in to kiss Tammy, Tammy didn't resist at all.  Deep kisses continued on the dance floor as the band played a slow, romantic song.

"I'm going to miss you when I leave for New York on Monday. Do you think you will be able to visit me?" Steve said.

That question triggered something in Tammy's head that he decided to act on.  "Steve," Tammy whispered in his ear as they danced, "I haven't been completely honest with you."

"Oh, really?" Steve replied, having no idea what he was going to hear next. "Well, now might be a good time to set the record straight. I'm ready. Let me hear it."

"Well," Tammy said softly into his ear. "For one thing, I'm not really 22 years old like I said last night. I'm 18."

"Yikes!" Steve responded with real surprise. "That makes me much older than you. I really shouldn't be dating 18 year old girls. Well, at least you're...legal.  I'm going to need to think about this. But in the meantime, please lay off the champagne.  You shouldn't be drinking."  Tammy agreed.  "Was there something else? Steve asked.

"Well, yes," Tammy started. "This is a bit hard to explain, but I wasn't exactly born this way. I mean, gender-wise.  I haven't always been a girl like this."

"Are you saying that your trans?" Steve whispered back to Tammy. "Wow, that is a surprise. But you're so...feminine. I would never have thought. I suppose you transitioned when you were young.  Wow, there is a lot to learn about you!"

To Steve's credit, he seemed more concerned with Tammy being 18 than the fact that his date was a transwoman.

"It's not exactly like that," Tammy whispered back. "I...I...I," Tammy stammered.

"You what?" Steve prompted, struggling to keep his voice at a whisper.

"Steve, I'm a boy," Tammy explained simply.  Steve went a little pale. 

They retreated back to their table where Steve said, "Look, there is a lot we need to talk about but we can't talk here. I was planning to take you out to dinner later, but maybe we should just go back to my folk's place and talk in private there.  Is that OK with you? Tammy agreed and off they went.

A Pretty Little Sissy for Ms. Jones -- Part 2

"Good," said Ms. Jones with a satisfied smile. "Because I want us to become very special friends." And with that she took of the blouse and skirt she had been wearing and stood in front of Veronica in just her bra and panties. Sissy Veronica's eyes nearly popped out of his head having never seen a woman undressed in real life, let alone a sexy, curvy goddess like Ms. Jones.

"Now tell me, Veronica, tell me that you want to be a beautiful woman like me.  Say it!"

"Oh, yes, Ms. Jones, I want to be a beautiful woman just like you!"  Ms. Jones smiled with great satisfaction.

"Now come here, Veronica," Ms. Jones instructed.  She wrapped her arms around the sissy's narrow shoulders and pulled him close to her enormous breasts.  She kissed him hard on the lips and let her hands start to explore Veronica's skinny, smooth body.

"Now, Veronica, I want you to start kissing me all over my body," Ms. Jones instructed and sissy Veronica did as he was told, starting at Ms. Jones' neck and working his way down to her breasts, her belly and beyond.

As Ms. Jones looked into her new sissy plaything's eyes, she thought about all the fun they would have together.  She thought about how exciting it will be to attack her sweet young thing with an enormous strap-on dildo, taking Veronica's sissy virginity away from him.  She thought about how much fun it will be to invite her friends over -- men and women -- and to share her sissy plaything with them.  She started thinking about having a couple of giant studs spit-roast the little sissy -- one dick in his mouth, the other up his sissy pussy -- while she filmed it for the internet.  That thought made her pussy very wet!

"Now, Veronica, you have to understand that your are a sissy and that you now belong to me.  That means you have to do everything I tell you to do, without question or hesitation.  Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Ms. Jones, I understand," Sissy Veronica softly replied.

"What do you understand, sissy?"

"That I am your sissy and that I now belong to you.  And that I must do everything you tell me to do," the sissy repeated back.







"Good, sissy," Ms. Jones replied.  "Now take off your bra and panties and put on this condom.  I am going to let you fuck me with your itty-bitty sissy-dickie-wickie."  Ms. Jones laughed.

Sissy Veronica stripped as ordered and put on the condom.  Ms. Jones instructed him exactly what she wanted him to do to bring her pleasure.  And he did it.  She had the most explosive and satisfying orgasm she had had in years.  Sissy Veronica came as well, of course.  It was the most exciting moment of his life.





"Remove the condom very carefully, sissy, and hand it to me.  Now close your eyes, tilt your head back and open your mouth."  Sissy Veronica did as ordered without question.  And as he did, Ms. Jones emptied the contents of the condom into the sissy's open mouth, squeezing every last drop of sissy cum out onto Veronica's tongue.  "That's a good sissy," Ms. Jones breathed. "Swallow it all, every drop.  Sissies have to eat cum every day, so get used to it.  Some days it will be your cum, but many days it will be another man's cum."







Ms. Jones handed Sissy Veronica the white bra and panty he had been wearing earlier.  "Put these back on and wear them under your clothes tonight and at school tomorrow.  You better be wearing them when you come to my house immediately after school.   Do you understand?"

Sissy Veronica put on the bra and panties and got dressed to go home.  "Yes, Ms. Jones.  I understand completely."

Sissy Priscilla Part 3 -- Mother's Wedding Surprise

After I had taken about a million photos of my beautiful sissy son bride, I told him that we should head back inside.  I could tell he was sad when I said that, sensing that our bridal fantasy day was wrapping up.  But I had other ideas.  In fact, the fun might be just beginning!

As I said earlier, sissies have such limited lives -- no friends, no romance.  But I knew I could change that.

You see, at the same time that I was making arrangements to rent the cottage and buy flowers for today, I had also gone online to see if I might be able to find a fantasy "groom" to make Priscilla's wedding fantasy complete.  There are plenty of websites out there for men looking to meet sissies. My challenge was to find the right one.  I posted some details of what I was planning for my little sissy and, needless to say, I got hundreds of responses from horny men wanting to have some dirty action with my sweet sissy son.  But one profile stood out from all the others -- a young, tall, handsome man, clearly well educated.  He seemed to understand what I was looking for in a "dream date" for Priscilla.  I arranged to meet him in person and I liked him immediately. His name was Kurt. 

So on the day of Priscilla's wedding, while Priscilla and I were taking photo's outside, Kurt arrived at the cottage and waited patiently for us inside. When he saw us starting to walk back toward the cottage, that was his signal to come out.  Little Priscilla was so frightened and worried when this tall man walked out of our cottage and started walking straight towards us.  "Now, now, Priscilla," I reassured. "Don't be frightened.  In fact I know this man.  His name is Kurt and I invited him."

Priscilla looked so confused and scared.  Kurt confidently strode up to Priscilla.  "Hello, Priscilla," he said.  "I am Kurt.  Your groom.  Your husband.  For today." 

Well, it took some time for Priscilla to compose himself after much reassurance from me. "Come, come, Priscilla," I said.  "Play along.  This is all part of making today's fantasy complete."  After a while, Priscilla relaxed, mostly because Kurt was so charming and gentle with him.  Before too much longer, I was able to get Priscilla to smile and pose for some photos with Kurt.  Here's the first photo I took.


Well, after the first photo was done, I was able to take about two hundred more as I asked them to pose in various locations around the pond.  With each passing moment, Priscilla became more relaxed around Kurt and seemed to ease more naturally into his role as the petite bride to Kurt's manly groom.

"Now a kiss!" I shouted.  Priscilla was shocked when I said this.  Kurt wisely went in for a gentle peck on Priscilla's forehead.

"Oh that won't do at all!" I cried.  It's time for a real kiss."  And I guess Priscilla agreed.












Kurt pulled Priscilla hard against him as Priscilla closed his eyes and allowed Kurt to kiss him for a very, very long time. I was delighted to see my little sissy son experience romance for the first time in his life.  I took dozens of photos of this lovely embrace.



We went back inside the cottage where I insisted that Kurt and Priscilla act out a wedding ceremony while I took even more photos.  I had arranged for some wedding flowers for the living room to set the mood.  

"Do you, Kurt, take Priscilla to be your wife?" I intoned.  "I do!" said Kurt while Priscilla beamed.


"And do you, Priscilla, take Kurt to be your husband?"  "Oh yes, I do!" replied my eager and delighted sissy son.  "You may kiss the bride." I instructed Kurt.  And Kurt did as I told him, scooping Priscilla up in his arms and kissing his lovely bride.



















"And now for your first dance as husband and wife!" I shouted and pressed play on the CD player.  John Legend's "All of Me" began to play.  Kurt expertly led Priscilla around the living room in a gentle, slow, romantic dance.  As the song came to an end, I decided it was time for me to make my exit.  "Well, three's a crowd," I said.  There's a light dinner and a bottle of champagne for you two in the refrigerator.  I will be up in my room.  Have fun.  And congratulations!"  Priscilla giggled as I left.


At about 6:30 the next morning I heard Kurt leave the cottage and drive off in his car.  I came downstairs and found Priscilla, in his vintage peach peignoir set, sipping on a cup of coffee, looking rather disheveled -- and a bit embarrassed.

"Well, well, well," I said. "And how is the new bride this morning?"

Priscilla waited a moment, finally answering, "A bit sore, actually."  We both broke out in laughter when he said that.  I gave my sissy bride son a great big hug.  

"I hope you enjoyed your wedding fantasy, darling," I said.

"Oh yes mother.  That was the most wonderful day -- and night of my life."

Kurt continued to be a frequent visitor at our home after Priscilla's sissy wedding.  But those are stories for another time.