Completing my Husband's Sissy Journey -- Part 1

My husband is gorgeous!!! Don't you agree?

Two years ago, I decided that I wanted my crossdressing husband to go full-time as a woman.  This would require some surgery, some hormones and, of course, a lot a changes to his lifestyle.  I know he didn't like the idea at first but he is too much of a sissy to resist anything I say.

And now I have my very own beautiful, obedient lesbian love slave.  His new name is Colette.  

My husband had admitted to me that he was a crossdresser from the very early in our relationship.  I didn't mind.  He was a gentle, sweet man and if he enjoyed occassionaly acting and dressing as a woman, I wasn't going to stop him.  But over time I learned that he was more than a crossdresser.  He was, deep inside, a sissy who desparately needed a strong, confident woman -- like me -- to control him.  To own him.





Soon after we were married it became very clear that I was to be the decision maker in the family.   I was delighted to be in control and never questioned.  All he wanted to do was to please me and serve me.  For me, it was wonderful having a sweet little sissy slavishly tending to my every need.

But after a while, endulging my husband's fantasies grew constraining.  His dress-up games kept us locked up in side our home.  I wanted more social activity, more excitement.  The solution, I decided, was to turn my husband into a full-time girl.

So now, during the week, he is my full-time sissy housewife. Colette takes care of our home while I am at work.  And in the evenings, we go out to restaurants and bars, the theater and shopping.  We do everything together.  It is so much fun for me.

And when we get home, the sex is amazing.  I get so turned on watching my sweet sissy housewife underdress, revealing the sexy lingerie I like him to wear.  It is so exciting as Colette crawls up between my thighs as he brings me to orgasm over and over with his soft full lips and his talented tounge.

But during the weekends, that's when things get really exciting...

  

A Sissy Hooker

When the people at the "New York Transformation Institute" offered to finance my feminization surgery, I should have been more suspicious. But they showed me how beautiful I could become if I elected their very expensive "super premium feminization surgery" package.   I knew I couldn't afford it, but I was powerless to resist.

When the surgery was complete, I was indeed as beautiful as they promised me I would be. My face, my boobs, my hips -- everything was perfect and sexy. They even made my waist super skinny! It was all beyond my wildest dreams!  I wasn't just beautiful -- I was hot!

But now I was deeply in debt. I had no way to pay back the $85,000 I now owed the NYTI. But that was their plan all along! I am now an indentured servant -- a slave -- because I can't pay my bill.  And if I don't pay them back, they said they will kill me! 

I am forced to work for them as a sexy sissy hooker.  Everyday, I am dressed up in some skimpy, whorish outfit and made to stand behind the bus terminal waiting for men to drive buy that are looking for prostitutes.  Then I either give them blow jobs right in their cars or let them drive me to the motel near the warehouses.  The men I have sex with are mean and dirty and I feel sick everytime I have to let one of them cum in my mouth or on my face.

My doctor/pimp says that if I work really hard, I might be able to pay off my debt in fifteen years.  Until then, I will spend every day of my life as a frightened, cum-soaked Sissy whore.

Custom Ordered Sissy

For the Sissies that I transform for my own fun and amusement, I typically go for a slim, slinky look.  You know, teeny little waist, skinny arms, long lean legs...Mmmmm.  And with this look, I usually go for feminine, lady-like bosom, a B-cup or maybe a C-cup. 

But when I get a custom order for a Sissy, the buyers almost always seem to want really, really big boobs.  Well, the customer is always right -- and I don't disappoint my customers!

Sissy Angelique came to me voluntarily three years ago.  He wanted to be transformed into a pretty girl and had dreams of opening a beauty salon.  Well, half of Sissy Angelique's dreams came true; he is indeed very, very pretty now.  As for returning home to open a beauty salon, well, that was never going to happen. 

I had an order for a Sissy with really big tits.  And I saw that Sissy Angelique had the right physique to look awesome with an enormous rack.  Of course, he totally freaked out when I told him what I was going to do to him.  But by then it was far too late for him to regain any control of his fate.

My client was delighted when I presented Sissy Angelique -- and those huge boobs -- to him.

And now, everywhere Sissy Angelique goes, he attracts stares and lewd comments from men and disgusted looks and derisive comments from women.  And his Master delights in showing off his Sissy's majestic boobs in public, allowing his Sissy to wear only the skimpiest, most revealing tops.  Sissy Angelique begs his Master to allow im to wear a bra and to cover up his massive tits.  But why would his Master agree to that?

A Sissy's Passage to India

Sissy Kismet was one of my bus depot runaway finds. He was young, small, alone and desperate. Just perfect for me!

I had an outstanding order from an Indian textile billionaire.  He had given me very precise specifications but I just couldn't find the right raw materials to make the Sissy wife he wanted. He also had a practically unlimited budget, so I was motivated not to disappoint this client.

Just as I was about to give up hope, I stumbled upon this perfect little sissy-to-be. It was easy to lure this frightened, exhausted little runaway back to my home where I could perform my feminization magic.

Within 24 hours, my latest acquisition was begging to be returned to his wretched life as a hungry bus depot runaway -- anything to escape the horror of his forced transformation.  I had to do a rush job.  My Indian client wanted to take delivery in just seven months so I pulled out all the stops.  Little Sissy Kismet's life became a non-stop, 24/7 exercise in extreme feminization.   I used massive dosages of hormones, some quick surgeries combined with brutal behavior modification training to perform the rapid transformation.

In preparation for my client taking delivery of his new young Sissy bride, he had purchased a traditional Indian wedding outfit -- complete with a long silk sari, veil and jewelry -- and had it shipped to me.  On the day my client came to inspect his new possession for the first time, I dressed the precious little Sissy in his wedding dress and jewels and carefully did his make-up to make him look both exotic and innocent.  I was delighted with how he looked.

Poor Sissy Kismet was in such a panic waiting for his new Husband and Master to arrive.  The pathetic little thing was literally quivering with terror.  But things really started to be fun when my client arrived.

My rich Indian client was repulsive.  He was a fat, disgusting brute.  He even smelled bad.  But when he first laid eyes on Sissy Kismet, I could tell that I had exceeded his expectations.  As he walked around his Sissy bride, inspecting his purchase, his excitement mounted.  The Sissy just stood there, motionless as he had been trained, his eyes looking down to the floor.  The disgusting businessman gave his Sissy's ass a firm squeeze.  He reached one massive hand down the front of his Sissy's sari, roughly feeling the Sissy's tiny but growing breasts.  Sissy let our an adorable little yelp when that happened.

The businessman started to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants, but I stopped him.  "Oh no!  You can't do that yet.  Not until you've paid!"

"Fine." the businessman grumbled.  "I'm late for a meeting anyway."  He re-zipped his pants and picked up the briefcase he had brought with him.  "Here," he said as he handed me the case.  I opened it.  Inside were stacks of hundred dollar bills.  My full payment in cash.

"Deliver him to my private plane in the morning," he said to me.  And to his lovely little Sissy he said, "And when we arrive in India, you and I will be married.  Won't that be wonderful!  You will be my little Sissy wife and slave for the rest of your life."

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

Oh, I do enjoy a Sissy wedding!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Putting your Sissy to Work

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A Sissy's Permanent Reminders to be Obedient

When I get a custom order for a Sissy, the buyers often specify that they want really huge boobs on their new Sissy.  Well, the customer is always right and if that's what they want, then that's what they get.

But unless I'm working on such a custom order, I typically go for a more subtle, slimmer look.  I think a smaller bust can make the Sissy appear younger and more delicate.

But sometimes I get a Sissy that is really hard for me to break.   And nothing makes me angrier than an uncooperative Sissy who insists on fighting his transformation.  Well, when I get one of these, I always get the last laugh.

For these little bitches. I sometimes make an exception and "reward" them with simply rediculously huge tits!

Sissy Lacey was a particularly difficult case.  Throughout his captivity, he kept insisting that he was a boy and that he would never let me transform him into a sexy little Sissy sex toy.  Wrong!

It took a while, but after enough beatings and massive doses of hormones, Sissy Lacey eventually succumbed to his fate as a feminized Sissy faggot.  But first, I had the doctors give him a pair of simply massive boobs. 

You should have seen the little Sissy bitch's face when he awoke from surgery and saw what I had done to him.  Priceless!

So now, this bad little Sissy has a permanent and very visible (and very uncomfortable!) reminder that Sissies MUST obey their superiors at all times. 

Sissy Dream becomes a Nightmare

I had thought that my wildest dreams had come true. But in reality, my life had become a horrible nightmare.

At first my lovely wife had been so supportive and accepting of my crossdressing. She encouraged me to dress often and helped me to perfect my feminine appearance. She pushed me to take my crossdressing "to the next level." It was so exciting! I let my blonde hair grow long and even started on hormones. Eventually, I quit my job and start living as my dark and exotic wife's fulltime "girlfriend."

For my birthday, my wife gave me the most incredible gift ever -- she arranged for me to get breast implants and facial surgery. Wow! She said that loved me so much and that she wanted me to become sexy and beautiful for her. I scheduled the surgery as quickly as I could. And I was delighted with the results -- the doctors carved me into a pretty little blonde sex kitten. I was so excited about returning home to be my wife's perfectly feminized Sissy girlfriend.







But when I returned home, I discovered that Matt Johnson, my wife's old boyfriend, had moved into our house!  My wife declared that from now on, she and I were no longer married to each other -- now we were both "married" to Matt.  My wife explained the new rules that would govern the rest of my life:  I was to be completely obedient to Matt (who I had to call "Sir" or "Master Johnson"), and serve him in any and all ways.  Matt was a powerfully built man, with an insatiable sex drive and an enormous cock.  Every night and every morning, Master Johnson brutally fucks my ass or my face, while my wife torments and gropes me.  And then I have endure watching in silence as he fucks my wife. 

I am trapped in a never ending Sissy nightmare.

A Sissy Plaything

How did this happen to me?


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


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



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

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

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

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

Sissy Trainer Answers Your Questions #2

Here's a problem that some other Sissy Trainers have asked me about:

"What do you do if you can't get your Sissy to sign the papers authorizing breast implant surgery?  I've been able to force my Sissy to do just about everything but I can't get it to sign the papers the hospital requires.  What can I do?"

Yes -- that can be a problem.

Well, first off, I never have this problem.  I have a little "don't ask, don't tell" arrangement with some excellent plastic surgeons in Mexico.  As long as I provide the cash, they are happy to do whatever I ask to the "patients" I bring them.

But most Sissy Trainers aren't as lucky as I am and need to get their Sissies to agree to the surgery -- very inconvenient if your Sissy is being forcibly femininized against his will.

Here's my advice:  If your Sissy won't agree to breast implants -- FINE!  Let him parade around completely flat chested.  Force him to wear outfits that emphasize his lack of boobs -- no padding, no bra.  If you do this right, before long your Sissy will begin to feel incomplete and self conscious about being flat chested and absolutely beg you for the breasts he's lacking.

And once he signs on the dotted line, be sure to outfit him with some sweet DD's -- that's what he gets for not cooperating in the first place!

A Stepmother's Sissy

After my father's death, my evil stepmother sent me away to feminization clinic in Brazil.  There, over the course of 18 months, I was forced to undergo a total transformation from a normal teenage boy to sexy submissive sissy.  The feminization clinic was part hospital, part bizarre finishing school and part hellish concentration camp.


I was awakened extra early today and taken to the salon, where over the course of several hours my hair and make-up were done in a very glamorous style.  Then I was brought back to the Administration building where my trainers dressed me in this very fancy lingreie. 

As several bracelets were slipped on my wrist, I heard my stepmother's voice coming from the next room.  I had not seen her since she had imprisoned me in the clinic a year and a half ago.

"That's right, Sissy, your Stepmommy is here.  She can't wait to see what we've done to you!  Time for your big debut," one of my trainers said with a cruel smile.

"Well hurry up and get out here!" my stepmother commanded from the next room.  "Don't be shy -- no reason for my new stepdaughter to be bashful in front of her stepmother," she cackled.

I was frozen with fear, horrified by the idea of parading aroung in front of her in my bra and panties, my complete sissification on full display.

"Get out there and behave yourself -- or else," the trainer threatened, brandishing the cattle prod he always carried. 

I swallowed hard and braced myself for the humiliation that awaited me.  I nervously parted the beaded curtain that hung in the doorway and made my entrance to the other room.  There was my horrible stepmother, seated on a sofa snuggled up close to a man I had never seen before.

My stepmother squealed with delight when she saw me.  "Oh my Gawd!" she exclaimed.  "It's even better than I could have dreamed.  Look at you, you pathetic sissy faggot.  What a little sissy slut you must be, prancing around in your girly undies for everyone to see."

"Isn't this wonderful, Roberto," my stepmother said to the man next to her,  "Now that my loser stepson is gone forever, I will inherit all of his father's millions.  We are rich, Roberto!" she said giving him a big hug.

"Well, time to go home Sissy.  Today you start you new life as my personal handmaiden, my own fulltime servant tending to my every need.  Won't that be wonderful?" she teased.

"We will dress her and bring her to your limo," the trainer helpfully offered.

"Oh heavens no," my stepmother replied.  "She doesn't need clothes.  She looks so lovely just the way she is.  Come along Sissy, get in the car.  A new life awaits!"