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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Sissy Behind the Curtain

"Martin!" my wife shouted, "Get out here.  NOW!"

My wife had caught me dressing up in her clothes a few weeks ago -- and she didn't like that one little bit.

"Don't be shy, Martin!" she continued.  "We all want to see how pretty you are."  My wife and her lover were waiting for me in the Master bedroom.  They both started giggling when she said that.

I had been dreading this moment.  During the afternoon, my wife had spent hours getting me ready.  First she did my make-up and pinned a curly brunette wig on my head.  Then she dressed me in a sexy red outfit including some strappy high heel sandals that she had picked out for me to wear tonight.  She even put some of her jewelry on me.



"WE"RE WAITING!" she yelled.

I reluctantly stuck my head through the curtain that separated the Master bedroom from the dressing area.  I saw my wife and her lover, both half naked, wrapped in each other's arms sitting on the bed.

"Come on now," my wife called.  "Come all the way out here.  Don't keep us waiting any more."








I tentatively pulled back the maroon curtain and stepped fully into the Master bedroom.

"OH MY GOD!" her lover shouted.  "I can't believe this!  What a Sissy!  He really does look like a girl!"

"Can you believe I actually married a Sissy faggot like that?" my wife asked.

"Now do that sexy dance I taught you," my wife commanded.  And with that, I began to sway and rock, wiggling my hips in a sort of burlesque dance.   "Oh yes!  That's soooo sexy!"  my wife yelled.  And with that, the couple on the bed broke down into fits of laughter.

After a few minutes my wife told me to stop dancing and to come stand next to the bed.  "Now you just stand there and watch while a real man fucks me."  As she said that, the two lovers stripped off the rest of their clothes.  My wife's lover was a big, muscular man with a huge cock.  I just stood there, wearing my sexy red lingerie, while he climbed on top of my naked wife and started fucking her.  I couldn't fight back the tears as my wife started screaming with pleasure, being fucked by such a masculine man. 

After they were done fucking, my wife sat up and looked at me with disgust.  "Aw, is the widdle sissy sad because he's feeling left out?  Well don't cry, sissy.  We have something very important for you to do.  Now get on your knees and clean my man's cock with that pretty sissy mouth of yours."

I did exactly as I was ordered.  As I wrapped my painted lips around this giant cock I realized my life would never be the same again.

Sissy Pets -- Part 3

Sissy Timothy was forced to try on all three of the dresses selected by the saleslady and to model each of them for his Master.  Master expressed his opinions in an overly loud voice, ensuring that other shoppers would hear and take notice.

Master was very pleased with the first dress, the flowered one with the open back.  "Oh yes," he practically shouted, "He looks so cute and sissyish in that dress.  I definitely want him to have that dress."

Sissy Timothy and the saleslady retreated to the changing room where Sissy Timothy tried on the second dress.  It was very, very short, in a pale gold satin, with ruffles at the shoulders and a huge bow at the neckline.

"I like this one too," Master bellowed.  "That dress is just perfect for a sissy.  Look how feminine it makes him look."  Sissy Timothy wanted to sink into the floor as other shoppers began to take more notice and crowd around.















It was time for Sissy Timothy to try on the third and final dress.  The dress was white with generous black-trimmed ruffles running across the neck and shoulders.  It was very short and fitted in a way that made his waist look tiny.  While Sissy Timothy changed into the third dress, the saleslady slipped out of of the fitting room, returning a moment later with a pair of platform sandals.  "These will look nice with that dress," she said as she helped Timothy finish changing.  

Once again, the saleslady grabbed the Sissy by the arm and dragged him out to show his Master.  "That one is my favorite!" Master exclaimed as Timothy emerged from the dressing room.  "Why so sad, Timothy?" Master asked loudly.  "Aren't you happy that I'm helping you be such a pretty Sissy?"  Timothy was near tears as the onlookers started laughing at the spectacle.  "We'll take all three dresses for my Sissy -- and the pretty sandals, too!" Master announced.  "Don't bother changing him," Master said to the saleslady.  "He can wear that one home."

Sissy Pets -- part 2

Sissy Timothy hated going to his ballet lesson.  He was in a class of 9 and 10 year old girls.  He was forced to wear a peach colored leotard and a ruffled tutu.  Master always watched his ballet lesson, enjoying Timothy's humiliation as well as ensuring that Timothy was trying his hardest to learn to dance.

After class ended, Master took Sissy Timothy to the mall to go dress shopping.  Poor Sissy Timothy was still wearing his leotard as they walked into the dress departmant at Macy's.  Master found a sales lady and explained to her, "My Sissy and I are going to take a cruise together and I would like to get him some cute dresses to wear to dinner.  You know, something sweet for a Sissy."

"I think I understand what you might be looking for," the helpful saleslady said.    She disappeared for a few minutes and returned with an arm load of dresses.  "Let's see if any of these will work."  She proceeded to hold the dresses up in front of poor embarrassed Sissy Timothy, while his Master commented on which ones he liked best.  Having Master's approval on three of the dresses, the saleslady grabbed Sissy Timothy by the wrist and dragged him back to the ladies fitting room.  And to Sissy Timothy's surprise, she joined him in the room and closed the door behind them.

"Now, let's get you out of that leotard," the saleslady said.  Sissy Timothy hesitated.  "Come, come now," the saleslady chided, "Nothing to be ashamed of.  No 'men' in here," she said with a grin and a wink.

Sssy Timothy's face turned bright red as he squiggled out of his leotard.  The saleslady couldn't suppress her laughter when she saw Sissy Timothy standing there in his training bra and Hello Kitty panties. 

Sissy Timothy tried on the first of the dresses, a short, floral dress with a mostly open back.  He almost started crying when he saw his reflection in the mirror and how completely sissified he had become.

"Oh, that's adorable!" the saleslady said.  Let's go show your...gentleman friend."  Again, the saleslady grabbed Sissy Timothy by the arm and dragged him out of the fitting room.

After School Sissy -- Part 3

Last Friday afternoon, when I came home from school, I went straight to my mother's room to do my make-up and put on one of her dresses like I do everyday.  As soon as I was satisfied that I looked pretty and girlish enough, I got busy on my chores before it was time to start making Stepfather's dinner.  As I was dusting upstairs, I went into my bedroom and discovered that my bed was gone.  When Stepfather came home I asked him what happened to my bed.

"Oh, I decided that you wouldn't be needing that old bed any more," he said.  I didn't understand what that meant, but I know he doesn't like it when I ask a lot of questions, so I let go.

After dinner, we went to the den and I climbed onto Stepfather's lap like usual to watch TV.  He wrapped his big arms around me, and started stroking me through the satiny dress I was wearing.  But after just a few minutes he let out a big yawn and announced that he was tired and wanted to go to bed.  "Come with me," he said.  "I have something to show you."

He took my hand and led me up the stairs to his bedroom.  I noticed that one of my mother's nightgowns was laid out on his big bed. 

"I want you to put that on," he said.  I knew better than to argue, so I picked up the silky nightie. 

"Okay," I said.  "I'll take this to my room and I'll try it on."

"No," he replied.  "You can change right here."

So I unzipped my dress (I mean mother's dress) and let it fall to the floor.  Stepfather seemed to enjoy watching me as I did this.  I unlaced my corset and pulled off my stockings.  I was about to take off my bra, but Stepfather said to keep it on.   While I was undressing, Stepfather started rubbing the front of his pants with his hand and was breathing hard.

I carefully pulled the silky nightie over my head, being careful not to mess up my wig or make-up.  The nightie was extremely feminine and sweet.   It had little ruffly cap sleeves and was trimmed with several ribbons and bows.   "Walk around," Stepfather instructed.   "Yeah, that's nice," he said as I paraded around the room. 

After a few minutes he handed me another one of mother's nighties.  "Here," he said.  "Try this one on."  I did as he instructed.  I modeled several nightgowns for him that evening.  He decided that he liked the one I tried on last the best.  It was soft pink with white applique flowers trimming the neckline. 

"Yes," he said.  "Keep that one on."  He kept staring at me, his hand still rubbing his erection through his pants.  I felt so exposed just standing there in th sheer nightie.  I held onto the back of the chair while he continued to stare at me. 

After a few minutes, he came out of his trance.  He said that he was going to go to the bathroom, and that when he came out, he wanted the lights dimmed and the candles lit.  I didn't like where this was going but I didn't argue.

I prepared the room the way he asked and after a few minutes he emerged from the bathroom.  He was completely naked!  He ran at me and literally pushed onto his bed.  He fell on top of me, all of his weight -- and his erection -- pressing down on me.

"This is the way things are going to be from now on, Lydia," he stated, calling me by my mother's name.  "Now spread your legs."

After School Sissy -- Part 1

Everything changed after my mother died.

When we got back home after her funeral, my stepfather told me to make him dinner. He said that now that my mother was gone, that I would have to start "taking her place." I made his dinner without arguing, because he is a very big man with a bad temper.

Over the next few days, I would learn that "taking her place" also meant that I had to do all the chores around the house, including all the cleaning, doing his laundry, mending his clothes, cooking his meals, everything.   I did my best to do these things well, but my stepfather was never satisfied. He beat me several times when he was displeased because I hadn't ironed his shirts as well as my mother had or because his coffee didn't taste the way it had when my mother had made it.

One night while he was beating me with his belt for over-cooking the roast, he said, "Maybe you would be able to do your chores more like your mother if tried dressing like her." So the next day when I got home from school, I went into my mother's closet to look for something to wear.  I pulled out a pink dress that I knew had been one of her favorites.  I took off the jeans and tee shirt I had worn to school and slipped the pink dress on over my head.  I struggled with the zipper in back, but was able to pull it up most of the way.  It felt strange wearning my mother's dress, but I really didn't have time to think about it because my stepfather told me that he wanted to whole house vacuumed before he got home.  So I just got busy with my chores. 

When my stepfather got home and saw me wearing mother's dress, he smiled. That evening he was much nicer to me and didn't complain about any problems with how I performed my chores.  As I finished putting away the dishes, my stepfather said that tomorrow he wanted to see me wearing mother's stockings and high heels with my dress. And he wanted me to wear some make-up too. I had no idea how any of this was supposed to help me do chores better -- but I wasn't going to argue, especially since he was being so much nicer to me.

But I did tell him that I had no idea how to put on make-up.  I was afraid if I tried to do myself and I looked bad, he would just get angry with me again.

"Don't worry," he said.  "I'll have someone come over here to work with you after school to show you how to do it."

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.      

Helpless Sissy Love Doll

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Sissy Goes Outside Part 3

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


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


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

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

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


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

Sissy Goes Outside Part 2

I wasn't happy at all with the outfit the girls had picked out for me.  They had dressed me in a black bra, a while mini skirt and a very sheer blouse.  I felt half naked in the short skirt and sleeveless top.  I had also complained because I didn't like how everybody would be able to see my bra right through the blouse, but my sister just told me to shut up. 


The girls drove me to the corner of Church and Walnut.  I was so scared that I started to feel dizzy.  My sister told me not to cry or I would mess up my mascara.  When we arrived, the girls pushed me out of the car and handed me a black purse to carry.  They said they would be waiting for me at Parker Street, about a ten minute walk away.  The girls were laughing as they drove off.

I started my walk.  At first my heart was racing.  I had never been outside dressed like this.  The air felt cold on my bare arms and legs.  I was very aware how sheer my blouse was and that made me very nervous.  But after a couple of minutes I started to relax a bit.  There were no other people out on the sidewalk and the few cars that drove by didn't seem to notice me at all.  I was even beginning to enjoy the feeling of being out dressed like a girl.  I slowed my pace a bit, stood up a little taller and even tried to put a little wiggle into my hips as I walked.

Before long I was only about two blocks away from Parker Street, my destination.  I could see the girls in their car waiting at the corner.  They started shouting to me things like "You're almost here!"  and "Just a few more feet to go!"  I smiled.  I had survived my ordeal and my secret would be safe!

But it was at that moment that I realized that I was passing in front of the Tasker brothers' house.  Ben Tasker was a senior at my high school and was on the football team.  His older brother Dick worked at the gas station.  Both of them were big, mean and stupid.  And in the blink of an eye, Ben and Dick were standing on the sidewalk in front of me, blocking my way.  "Well look at this," said Dick.  "Looks like we caught outselves a Sissy walking around our neighborhood."

"Yup," replied Ben.  "At first, I didn't believe it when the girls called us.  But here he is, on our sidewalk, just like the girls said he would."


It had all been a big set up.  I had fallen right into my sister's trap.  At that moment I heard the girls drive off, honking their horn and laughing as they left me there with these two thugs.


"Well, let's get you inside, little Sissy," said Dick as he roughly grabbed my arm and started to drag me towards the front door.  I tried to squirm free, but then Dick slapped me hard and warned me to be "a good little Sissy, or else!"  I was too terrified to resist further.


"This is going to be fun!" shouted Ben.


"I get to go first," said Dick as he shut the door behind us.

Sissy on the Beach

Master Rick brought his captive Sissy Shelley to the beach for the first time. Sissy Shelley rarely left the mansion; he had been Master Rick's captive and sissy love slave for three years.


Today, Master Rick wanted to show off his little sissy on the beach. Sissy Shelley's body was totally hot! The hormones and surgery he had forced on his sissy had transformed him from a skinny young man into the ultimate in sissified beauty and perfection.


Master Rick dressed poor little Sissy Shelley in a skimpy bikini. His big, soft boobs were shamelessly on display for everyone on the crowded beach to see. His tight bikini bottom barely hid his tiny useless sissy cocklet.


Master Rick walked down to the water and dove into the surf, leaving Sissy Shelley alone on the blanket. Sensing an opportunity to escape, Sissy Shelley leapt up from the blanket and started sprinting down the beach, his huge tits bouncing madly as he ran. Master Rick saw his prized sissy captive making a run for freedom. Master Rick raced after his sissy and tackled him to the sand.


Master Rick pinned his sissy to the sand. Sissy Shelley knew better than to try to fight his powerful, muscular Master. With his hard body on top of the little sissy's lithe little frame, Master Rick whispered into Sissy Shelley's ear, "That was a very very stupid thing to do. You should know better than to escape. You are my sissy sex doll, now and forever. Trying to escape was a very bad thing to do. Tonight you are going to be punished -- severely -- for your misbehavior.


Sissy Shelley felt Master Rick's cock getting hard in his swim trunks.


Oh look at that," said Master Rick with a smile. "Thinking about beating you tonight is making me hard. Tonight is going to be lots of fun -- for me."


Master Rick pressed his lips onto his sissy's pretty mouth and kissed him very very hard, plunging his tongue deep into the sissy's mouth.


"Time to go home, you bad little sissy."