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An On-line Sissy Lives Her Dream

5 May, 2018 (03:31) | Gay Bdsm Fetish Hookups | By: Gay Adult Stories

by Sir Liam (no address provided)

***

A sissy in her early 20s begins a cyber-relationship 
with a Master that leads to living out her deepest 
fantasies. (MM, tg, oral, anal, bd, d/s, sci-fi)

***

It started innocuously enough with what seemed like a 
harmless exchange of private messages on a friends-
based porn site. A person identifying as a male sent 
a note to a young sissy whose profile expressed some 
fantasies about being made into a full-time sissy, 
perhaps involving some forced feminization and even 
surgical "enhancements." The young sissy, April, 
responded openly and eagerly, and the conversation 
developed into one in which more and more of the 
sissy's fantasies were spelled out in graphic detail. 

Every day April would log on, sometimes multiple 
times a day, to see if Sir had sent any messages. She 
was careful not to appear too eager, although it was 
always very frustrating if she logged in and found no 
new messages. It was all she could do not to write to 
Sir anyway, telling him something new that had 
occurred to her during one of her frequent daydreams 
at work. She had a menial job that barely let her 
make ends meet, and it afforded her little by way of 
extra money to spend on her real interests � girly 
shoes, clothes and lingerie. She had some make-up, 
and her hair was growing out nicely, even though it 
wasn't really long enough to put in a ponytail (yet), 
so she was thankful she didn't need to spend money on 
a wig. 

At work she would often dream of some handsome stud 
sweeping into her life and taking her away to be his 
girlfriend, lover, even � in her wildest dreams � his 
sissy wife. She never cared for being a man, and her 
small cock seemed to reflect that feeling. Still, she 
enjoyed masturbating nightly, and playing with 
herself for hours on weekends, keeping herself 
aroused and erect, loving the feeling of being on 
edge. At those times she would fantasize about being 
locked in chastity and unable to cum, and the thought 
of not being allowed release was terribly exciting. 
"If only..." she often thought. 

Forced chastity was a huge turn-on to her, as was the 
thought of being exposed publicly as a chastised 
sissy. She would often dream of being paraded in 
front of a crowd of strangers, ordered to lift her 
skirt and show herself to them, front and rear, her 
pathetic little cock dangling securely in its cage 
while they laughed, pointed and made crude 
humiliating remarks. 

Keeping her cock locked was exciting enough that she 
didn't dare think about not having one, of looking 
like and being taken for a real girl. No, she loved 
the idea of having a little boi clit that was never 
allowed to be a real man's cock, there but not 
allowed to function except in a humiliating, 
frustrating way, indicating to all that she was 
nothing but a pathetic sissy.

Her messages back and forth with Sir went on for 
about a month, and one day she logged on after work 
and saw a brief private message � "I'm coming for 
you. Be ready." She had long ago given him her real 
address, but she also knew he lived almost 3000 miles 
away, so she didn't think he would ever really come 
to her home, but there it was. The message was about 
3 hours old, and her sissy heart raced at the thought 
of what this might mean. He would see her, see her 
rather miserable and shabby apartment. He would talk 
to her directly. He would *gasp* touch her. He might 
even kiss her and fondle her. 

This last thought almost made her pass out from the 
rush and the anxiety, but when she had collected 
herself, she began to go over what they had only 
talked about "hypothetically," or so she thought. 
What if he wanted her to leave with him? What did he 
mean by "...coming for you?" She absently began 
packing a few things, girly things, into a small 
suitcase and changed from her daytime male-boyish 
appearance into her usual girly evening/weekend wear 
� this time a pink thong, a short pink dress with 
white polka dots and white thigh-high stockings with 
little Mary Jane high heels. Very fem. It was her 
newest dress, and she wanted to look nice. She did 
her make-up and her nails, and waited.

The knock on her door startled her, and she jumped up 
to answer it before realizing how she was dressed. 
Normally she would have pretended not to be home or 
would have asked the person to wait while she 
camouflaged her girly appearance, but suddenly she 
was at the door and opening it, and Sir was there. He 
was about 6 feet tall with an athletic build, good 
shoulders and slim hips, dark hair and eyes that 
seemed to look through her into her soul. "Slut," he 
said, by way of a greeting as he stepped in without 
being asked, as if he owned the place. 

"I'm glad you're already dressed. You have 10 minutes 
to get what you need, and we're leaving." He remained 
standing, walking slowly around her small place, 
checking out her possessions while he watched her 
scurry around to grab what else she thought she would 
need. She didn't even ask him where they were going 
or if there were certain things she should bring. She 
had simply swallowed hard and said, "Yes, Sir," 
meekly, in response to his order.

That was several months ago. Sir had taken her aboard 
a commercial flight, dressed as a girl, to his home 
on the east coast. He had sent her the note en route, 
and he was only about two hours from her apartment 
when she read it. At first she was almost petrified 
to leave the apartment dressed as a girl. This was 
only something she had done in her dreams, never in 
reality, but Sir practically dragged her sissy ass 
out to the cab and into the airport. 

She was certain that most people looking at her knew 
she was cross-dressed, and the humiliation made her 
little clitty swell causing a noticeable bump in the 
front of her dress, but Sir didn't seem to care. The 
trip had gone quickly (a red-eye, so most people were 
sleeping), and April's clit kept getting hard during 
the flight, especially when Sir would put his hand on 
her thigh. 

They arrived at Sir's home by mid-morning the next 
day. It was a large house in the suburbs, and April 
had been shown to her room by a housekeeper whose 
name was Nora. She had been allowed to keep her 
personal things at first, but gradually they had been 
replaced by other clothes and personal effects of 
Sir's choosing, more and more feminine than her old 
things. The first order of business had been the 
contract. 

Sir had her read it and sign it as soon as they had 
arrived at his home. It stated that she was to be his 
property, to obey his every wish and order without 
question, to allow herself to be transformed as he 
saw fit, for a period of one year, the extension of 
which would be negotiated at the end of that time. 
Sir would maintain her previous life's meager 
business activities (rent, bank account, charge 
cards, etc.) so that she might return to her previous 
life if she so chose at the end of the first year, 
but otherwise she would be his for that period of 
time. 

She signed without a second thought. She was so 
excited to be really living some of her fantasies 
that she didn't even think about the implications. 
Her life, her body, her soul, her future were his.

The second order of business was her diet and hormone 
treatments. Sir wanted her slim but rounded, so he 
had Nora put her on a strict diet and began giving 
her hormones the first day. Within two months April 
had noticed that her hips were rounder and smoother, 
her boyish bubble butt looked even nicer and softer, 
and her little breasts were starting to bud and show. 
She was very proud of that. 

Her original hair color was brown, but Sir had had it 
dyed blonde, and it had grown long enough to be worn 
in two little ponytails, often with pink ribbons on 
them. Sir called it the blonde-baby-bimbo look. Her 
body hair, which had always been minimal, was almost 
non-existent now. Sir insisted she carefully shave 
every day so that her skin was smooth and completely 
hairless. 

Her embarrassingly small cock had been fitted with a 
chastity device that first day as well, and Sir told 
her it would only come off when he wanted it to. She 
was not to touch herself or try to masturbate or she 
would be severely punished. Finally, that first day, 
Sir had shown her a lovely stainless steel butt plug 
with a very large bulb on one end and a beautiful 
pink jewel at the other end. 

"Do you like to have your sissy pussy stuffed, slut?" 
he asked. 

"Yes, Sir," she had answered quietly. 

"Have you ever taken one this big before?" Sir asked. 

"N-n-no, Sir," April had stammered. 

"Well you'll have to earn it, bitch," Sir went on. 
"You will eventually wear this one all the time, 
except when you're being fucked. But for now, you 
will train with this black rubber one. It's a bit 
smaller, as you can see, but you will wear it 
constantly, and you will treat it with respect. Think 
of it as a surrogate for my cock. That means every 
time you have to remove it to shit or if I or anyone 
else wants to use your pussy, you will lick it clean, 
no matter what's on it, and you will insert it again 
as soon as you're done. Do a good job wearing it, 
without any faces or whining, and you'll get the 
pretty jeweled one in a month. Do you understand, 
sissy girl?" 

"Yes, Sir," April replied. She was both excited and a 
bit alarmed that she would have to wear a butt plug 
24/7. She liked wearing one when she lived alone, but 
it was usually only for a few hours at most. This 
would be a challenge, but she was determined to show 
Sir that she deserved the pretty steel one and 
couldn't wait to feel it being pushed inside her. 
Aside from the cock cage and the butt plug, April 
wore nothing around the house except a collar, a 
solid pink leather one that was locked around her 
neck with a heart-shaped padlock. 

The name "Sissikins" was spelled out on the collar in 
little rhinestone letters. Sir had decided that April 
sounded too much like a real girl's name. He wanted 
her called something that would clearly identify her 
as something different, that would remind her and 
others that she was a full-time sissy.

Sir called her to him as he did each morning after 
breakfast. She crawled from her place in the corner 
to his chair and looked up at him. "Kneel up, slut," 
he said quietly. As she did the chain that was 
attached to the ring on the wall moved noisily with 
her. 

She was always tethered somehow in the house, either 
with a long chain or a shorter leash, depending on 
the situation. She knelt there, her hands behind her 
head as she had been trained, while Sir fondled the 
little cage that encased her sissy clit. It left her 
smooth sack free, and his warm hand cradled her 
little balls, squeezing them more and more firmly 
with each grasp. She flinched, and he squeezed them 
hard enough to make her bend over in pain. With that 
he slapped her hard across the face. "Bad form, you 
little bitch!" he said angrily. "Let's try that 
again." And he went back to gently squeezing her 
balls, increasing his pressure on them with each 
squeeze. 

This time she forced herself not to flinch as the 
pain increased. "Do you like it when I fondle you, 
fuck doll?" Sir asked. Sissikins simply nodded and 
bit her lower lip. "Then tell me, cunt!" Sir 
insisted. 

"Please, Sir. I like it when you touch me and squeeze 
my little jewels, Sir. It makes me want to cum, Sir." 

"Good girl," Sir responded. "Let's see what we can do 
about that." 

It was a little game he played with her almost every 
morning, and it was both pleasurable and painful. He 
would remove her chastity cage, as he was doing now, 
fondle her little cock and squeeze her soft little 
sack until she came into a glass he was holding. He 
would time her. The shorter the time it took her to 
cum, the less painful her punishment would be. He was 
training her to cum almost on command from a 
combination of pain and pleasure, with very little 
stimulation except the pressure of promised 
punishment if she were too slow. 

Today she felt herself on the edge almost as soon as 
he removed the cage and she felt her little cock in 
his big hand. "Please, Sir! May I cum, Sir?" she 
whimpered. "So soon, slut? OK, now, you little twat! 
Fill this glass!" Her little cock spurted what seemed 
to be an enormous amount of semen into the wine glass 
Sir was holding. It was this way almost every time, 
at least in terms of the amount of cum. 

Sissikins lived an existence of nearly constant 
stimulation and denial, where multiple times a day 
she was close to the edge of orgasm but never allowed 
to cum except for this little morning ritual of 
Sir's, and sometimes he would forego it, leaving her 
miserably horny and with no hope of release until the 
next morning � if then. "You know the rule, cunt." 
Sir said, handing her the wine glass, "every drop." 

Sissikins raised the glass and sipped her cum from it 
hungrily. She had not eaten anything since the night 
before � that was on purpose also. Her first taste of 
anything each morning was usually her own cum, or if 
Sir didn't play the game with her, she might be 
allowed to suck his magnificent 8" cock until he came 
in her mouth. 

Once in a while Sir would provide her with a condom 
filled with some stranger's cum instead, dangling it 
in front of her like a person would a treat for a dog 
while she knelt and begged, then watch as she sucked 
it clean. It didn't matter. Her breakfast was cum, 
every day, and often it would be all she would eat 
until much later. Sir liked to see her hungry, 
licking and sucking the semen like a starving girl � 
which she nearly was. As she licked the inside of the 
glass clean, Sir once again grabbed her soft little 
sack. 

"Enjoy it, little girl," Sir said. "I might want to 
have these taken off someday. You won't really need 
them eventually, and they'll just keep getting 
smaller and more useless as your hormone therapy 
continues. Maybe I'll have them preserved in a little 
glass jar on the mantle. They'd be a great 
conversation piece. And you could show anyone who 
asked all that's left � your tiny little clit. We 
might not even need the cage anymore, but there would 
have to be some kind of little decoration on it. 
Maybe a little silver tube to hold it out and let 
everyone know you still have a cock, just nothing 
else." 

Sissikins tried hard not to gasp too loudly. She was 
both mortified and strangely excited. Her little cock 
twitched in Sir's hand as she thought about the very 
real possibility of being castrated. Sir laughed at 
her reaction and pinched her cock hard. 

"You like that idea, don't you, sissy? You've thought 
about it before, haven't you? Did you secretly hope 
I'd do that to you? What a fucking little pervert you 
are! But that's why you're here, isn't it?" 

Sissikins blushed and lowered her gaze to the floor. 
Sir always knew what she was thinking. It was like he 
could read her sissy-bimbo mind and tap into her 
deepest thoughts and fantasies. 

He would often fuck her for hours, stopping before he 
came in her, coming back to her again and again after 
a short break during which he enjoyed whipping or 
spanking her ass and telling her what a pathetic 
little cum dump she was, calling her a cock whore and 
promising someday to give her to a kennel where she 
would get fucked like the bitch she was by a pack of 
horny dogs. 

His verbal abuse never failed to push her over the 
edge, and her little clit would spurt several times 
during the course of being fucked by Sir. Of course 
she was always whipped for those forbidden 
ejaculations until her ass was covered with bright 
pink welts, and she would have to lick up her mess 
while being punished. She loved being whipped almost 
as much as she loved feeling herself cum.

One afternoon, Nora came to the corner where 
Sissikins was curled up on a dog bed napping and woke 
her with a toe to the chastity cage. "Up, slut, " she 
said brusquely. When Sissikins got to her knees as 
she was trained to do, Nora unlocked the chain and 
clipped a leash to her collar. Sissikins crawled 
quickly after Nora down the hall to Sissikins' 
bedroom, a very frilly, girly affair with ruffles 
everywhere and a pink comforter and pillows on the 
bed. 

"Stand up," Nora ordered, and began to dress 
Sissikins in a very frilly outfit with several 
petticoats that simply shrieked "SISSY!" to the 
world. Sissikins figured she was about to go out, not 
knowing where, and as always the thought of being 
seen for the sissy she was turned her on. Her little 
cock strained against its cage, and Nora chuckled as 
she noticed Sissikins' reaction to the feel of the 
petticoat ruffles. 

"You love this, don't you, Sissikins? You love being 
dressed up and looking like a little girl? Well, 
today you're gonna get a special treat. Sir is going 
to take you for some big girl tits. What do you think 
about that?" 

Sissikins felt her knees weaken, and her mouth got 
very dry. "OMG!" she thought, "can it really be 
happening?" She had dreamed of having breasts since 
she hit puberty and all her girlfriends had started 
to develop. She was so envious, but as a boy she 
could only look at them with what others thought was 
teenage lust. Little did they know she was totally 
jealous of the girls whose tits had blossomed first. 
She wanted them, dreamt about them, pretended she had 
them, and now she finally would! There was no doubt 
in her mind that she had made the right choice to 
come live with Sir and belong to him.

The drive to the medical center didn't take long, and 
Sissikins followed Sir meekly into the offices and 
sat in the waiting room while Sir filled out the 
necessary paperwork. While she sat there, two young 
women on the other side of the room began whispering 
back and forth and looking at her with raised 
eyebrows. Finally they started giggling, and one of 
them said "My girlfriend and I have a bet. She thinks 
you're a real girl and I think you've a faggot. Who 
wins?" 

Sissikins blushed and pointed to the girl who asked 
the question. "Told ya!" the one girl laughed and 
both got up out of their seats. They walked over to 
Sissikins and sat down on either side of her. "Show 
us," the first girl said, looking around the waiting 
room to make sure no one else was there to see. 

Sissikins slowly pulled up her ruffled petticoats 
high enough to reveal her little cage and held them 
there so the women could see her tiny dangling excuse 
for a cock locked away. The two women snickered and 
stared at the tiny captured organ. The first woman 
boldly reached over and grabbed Sissikins' clit cage 
and began tugging on it, giggling as she noticed the 
cock start to swell in response to the stimulation 
but unable to get very big because of its little 
prison. 

"So what are you here for, you little sissy?" the 
other woman asked. 

"I'm here to get breasts, ma'am," Sissikins said 
quietly. At that the two women laughed out loud. 

"Well I hope they give you some big ones to make up 
for that tiny thing!" the first woman said, letting 
go of the cage. The two returned to their seats and 
continued to giggle and stare at Sissikins until she 
was called in.

The surgery itself lasted several hours, and 
Sissikins remained in the hospital overnight until 
Sir came to get her. She was very excited to see how 
she looked, but it took several more days before the 
bandages came off and she could see her new body. 
When she did, she was thrilled! Her new tits were a 
lovely 36C size, not too big, but perfectly shaped so 
that the bottom of them hung a little below the 
aureolae. 

She had been concerned that Sir might have her 
modified with huge implants so that she would have 
grotesquely large tits. She had seen that on some 
trannies, and she worried how she would manage if 
that happened to her. But Sir had been a bit more 
conservative, and she thought she looked perfect. 

"We're only missing one thing," Sir had said, and he 
took her to a tattoo and piercing parlor where he had 
her new nipples pierced and fitted with little bells. 
"Boobie bells," he called them, laughing. "They'll 
always tell me where you are, and they'll make a nice 
noise when I'm fucking you, slut," Sir said in front 
of the man who was going to pierce her nipples. 

She was wearing black leather high heeled sandals, a 
tiny black leather skirt that barely covered her ass 
and little clit, and a matching leather bra top which 
Sir made her take off and hand him before she got 
onto the table. When he was finished, the piercer 
asked Sir if he could have Sissikins suck him off as 
payment instead of cash. 

"Fuck her face as long as you want," Sir replied, and 
left Sissikins alone in the back room where the 
piercer pushed her to her knees and brutally skull-
fucked her for a good 20 minutes. While he fucked her 
mouth, the man kept up a steady stream of verbal 
abuse. 

"Cocksucking little faggot whore! I'm gonna fuck your 
goddamn faggot mouth and make you choke on my big 
dick, you fucking sissy bitch! You're a cum rag, a 
fuck hole, a cock slut! You're fucking pathetic! You 
don't deserve to even have a cock. You're a disgrace, 
you fucking cum dump! Look at me, bitch! Look at a 
real man! Look at me while you suck my big cock and 
take my hot spunk down that fucking sissy girl throat 
of yours! What are you? You're a cock whore! A 
fuckface cum slut! All you're good for is sucking 
cock and getting your sissy asshole fucked by men 
with real cocks!" 

The whole time the sound of Sissikins gagging on the 
man's big cock and the tinkling of her new little 
bells could be heard throughout the shop, and Sir 
just smiled to himself that the boobie bells were a 
great addition to his property. For her part, 
Sissikins was completely turned on by the face 
fucking, the man's constant insults and verbal 
degradation of her, her own semi-nakedness, the fact 
that she was now marked with nipple bells, and that 
Sir had simply given her to another man to use and 
abuse. Her mind was spinning with desire and lust. 
She wished she could be this high all the time. 

After what seemed to Sissikins like an eternity of 
sucking, choking and gagging, the man finally blew 
his load on her face and tits and into her waiting 
mouth. She had to swallow all of the man's cum, lick 
his cock and balls clean, and then thank him for 
using her mouth and for her new bells. Sir led her 
topless and stumbling from the shop down the street 
to his car, cum splattered on her face and chest, and 
made her ride home bare breasted, reaching over 
occasionally to give the bells a little jingle. Part 
of her was mortified by the physical and verbal abuse 
and exposure, but her traitorous clit told a 
different story, swelling painfully in its cage from 
the excitement she felt.

The healing took almost no time at all, and Sir took 
Sissikins shopping for new slutty outfits that would 
show off her new figure. The mall shop they went to 
had large dressing rooms, and Sir made Sissikins 
stand there in just a garter belt, stockings, heels 
and a demi-bra while the salesgirls brought in a 
number of dresses, miniskirts and little tops for her 
to try on. Sir sat and watched as Sissikins blushed 
constantly at the exposure of her bare ass, her 
locked up clitty and most of her new tits. 

"Get used to it, fuck doll," Sir said at one point. 
"A lot more people are going to see you in a couple 
of months, and you won't be able to cover anything 
up." 

The salesgirls could barely suppress their amusement 
at the humiliated sissy, and with Sir's 
encouragement, they freely fondled her ass, cock and 
tits as they helped her try things on. They all 
enjoyed watching her little clit try to get hard in 
its cage from the humiliation and touching, and at 
one point, one of the girls asked Sir if she could 
give Sissikins a mock blowjob. 

Sir thought that was a wonderful idea, and the rest 
of the sales staff put a "Closed for lunch" sign on 
the door and gathered around to watch in the dressing 
room. Sissikins stood with her hands behind her back 
as the sales clerk knelt in front of her and slowly 
sucked the caged cock into her warm, wet mouth. 

The other girls all laughed and commented about how 
that must feel as Sissikins could only moan and shift 
uncomfortably from one foot to another in her heels 
as her knees felt weaker and weaker. The show went on 
for about 30 minutes during which the other girls 
joined in by pulling Sissikins' tits out of her bra 
and playing with them, rubbing the nipples and 
laughing at the way they got hard and the cute tinkle 
of her boobie bells. They also toyed with the butt 
plug in her ass, twisting it and pulling it partway 
out before shoving it back in, pushing Sissikins' 
cock into the mouth of the girl who was sucking on 
her cage. 

"She's really half girl, isn't she? And all slut!" 
the store manager said to Sir, who only nodded and 
smiled from his seat nearby. The girl sucking 
Sissikins' little cock switched off with one of the 
other sales clerks who wanted a chance to suck a 
caged cock. "I want to do this to my boyfriend," she 
said, "and I wanna see how it feels to tease him to 
death." 

Sissikins' clit was leaking a fair amount of pre-cum 
during the time that she was subjected to the girls' 
attentions. Sir made her kneel down and lick up what 
had dripped on the floor when the second girl finally 
stopped licking and sucking, finishing up by 
squeezing Sissikins' jewel sack and giving her cage a 
little pat. 

They left the store with a number of slutty outfits 
for Sissikins to wear, including the one she wore out 
of the store. It had a plunging neckline that showed 
a lot of cleavage, side boob, and was very tight and 
clingy. It didn't quite cover the lower part of 
Sissikins' bubble ass cheeks either, and if one 
looked carefully, her jewel sack could be seen 
hanging below her cock cage just above the tops of 
her stockings as they walked through the mall filled 
with people. Sissikins kept her eyes down, afraid to 
make eye contact with anyone, sure that everyone who 
saw them could see what a complete sissy slut she 
was.

Sir loved to expose Sissikins to public humiliation, 
partly because it was his nature, and also because he 
knew how much it excited her, and he loved keeping 
her on the edge sexually. Sometimes he would have 
Nora put her in little girls' clothes with big bows 
in her hair and make her wear diapers. This was the 
only time she didn't have to wear a butt plug. Nora 
often took Sissikins with her dressed like this when 
she did the shopping for groceries or household 
items, and Sissikins would have to follow Nora around 
the store with a pacifier in her mouth, drawing 
stares from most of the customers. 

When she was in diapers, she had to use them, and 
Nora always made sure Sissikins drank a lot of fluid 
before taking her out to shop. Inevitably Sissikins 
would have to pee, badly, and sometimes even have to 
shit, but Nora insisted on continuing to shop, even 
if Sissikins tugged at Nora's arm and made a pathetic 
face while she squirmed uncomfortably doing the "pee 
pee dance." 

"If you have to go, just go, baby girl. That's what 
diapers are for," Nora would say, and Sissikins would 
have to pee standing in the middle of the aisle in 
the supermarket. 

The worst was if she had to shit and couldn't hold it 
in. The smell would waft out around her, and people 
nearby would wrinkle up their noses and move quickly 
away, disgusted by the sissy-baby's behavior. Nora 
would finally relent and drag Sissikins to the ladies 
room where she would make her get up on the fold-down 
changing table and lay down for a diaper change. Nora 
didn't care who came in or saw them, and she would 
make Sissikins put her legs in the air, feet apart, 
while she changed her wet and/or soiled diaper. 

Sissikins' embarrassment at times like this was 
almost more than she could bear, but at the same time 
she secretly loved the exposure and humiliation that 
came from having no privacy whatsoever. She hoped 
that many women would come in, or if they were using 
a family Restroom (Nora always left the door slightly 
ajar in those), that people passing by would see her 
laying there with her skirt up, diaper off, and ass 
and little caged cock exposed.

Sir began to taper off Sissikins' orgasms after she 
had been with him about 6 months. She still got her 
morning cum breakfast, but it was her own cum perhaps 
once a week for a while, then not at all. She would 
either spend at least a half hour under the table on 
her knees sucking Sir's cock while he finished his 
breakfast and went through his daily schedule, or she 
would suck one or two condoms filled with strangers' 
semen. 

Sir paid a couple members of a crew that cleaned a 
park known to be frequented by lovers to give him any 
used condoms they found on the ground. He kept a 
supply of those on hand as he restricted Sissikins' 
orgasms for those mornings when he didn't have time 
or want her to suck him off. Sometimes Sir would have 
Sissikins crawl under the table so he could urinate 
in her mouth. She was becoming very adept at 
swallowing his hot piss and would suck up any that 
puddled on the floor, licking until the floor was 
spotless. 

He still fondled her every morning, teasing her as 
she moaned and leaked pre-cum in frustration, but he 
also noted that her balls were getting smaller and 
her cock seemed to be shrinking as the hormones 
changed her body. "Chastity becomes you, Sissikins," 
Sir said. "Could be your next trip to the doctor will 
take something away," he said laughing, and he made a 
little scissors gesture that made Sissikins feel 
faint.

About nine months into her first year, Sir planned a 
coming out party for his sissy. Sir had Sissikins 
dressed in a tight little hot pink micro skirt with a 
little white and pink polka dot crop top that didn't 
quite cover her tits, leaving the bottoms of them 
exposed. No underwear, but thigh high white stockings 
and black strappy heels completed her outfit. 

Her sissy pussy proudly wore the huge steel butt plug 
with the pink jeweled stone in the end. Her pink 
collar was fitted with a pink leash, and Sir had her 
wait kneeling in the large living room before his 
guests arrived. 

Sissikins knelt in the corner, hands in front of her 
and eyes down as some 30 people arrived for Sir's 
evening party. Many of the guests walked over to her 
and patted her head or touched her cheek. One or two 
put a hand under her chin and lifted her face, but 
Sissikins had been trained to look down if this 
happened, so she didn't see the faces of those who 
were looking at her. 

Her cheeks were nearly as pink as her skirt from the 
feeling of being an object on display, a piece of 
interesting furniture in Sir's large living room. The 
guests mingled and talked, eating and drinking, but 
no one offered Sissikins anything. Finally, Sir 
called for his guests' attention and said to one of 
his friends who was standing near Sissikins, "Harry, 
bring the slut over here." 

Harry tugged on her leash as Sissikins rose and 
walked meekly over to where Sir was standing. Harry 
handed Sir the leash, and Sir said to his guests, 
"You all know that several months ago I acquired a 
new addition to my household, a young sissy who 
wanted more than anything to be owned and trained to 
be feminine and submissive. I've spent the last few 
months and lots of time and money to create what I 
think is a nearly perfect transformation, and I'll 
let you judge that for yourselves. 

"Sissikins is almost completely feminized. As you 
will see, she still has her little cock, although for 
the past month or so it has only served as a means to 
pee. She has not been allowed an orgasm for almost 60 
days, and my plan is to keep her chaste indefinitely. 
Show them, sissy," Sir said. 

Sissikins obediently lifted her tiny skirt to reveal 
her caged clit. A small pink ribbon had been tied 
around it, and the cage twitched slightly as her 
exposure caused Sissikins to try to become excited. 
"Keep your skirt up, slut," Sir continued. "Turn 
around and bend over. Show them your ass." 

Sissikins did as she was told, revealing to everyone 
in the room her anus and its new decorative plug. 
"That will come out later," Sir said, "and you will 
find that her pussy is wet and open enough for even 
the biggest of you. She loves to be fucked and fucked 
hard, don't you, sissy? Well, speak up, you little 
cunt!" 

"Yes, Sir," Sissikins said almost inaudibly. 

"Yes, what?" Sir demanded. "Tell us all what you 
like!" 

"Yes, Sir, I love to have my pussy fucked hard, Sir." 

"What else do you like, fuck doll? Tell us!" 

"I like to suck cock, Sir, and I like to lick women's 
pussies and asses, Sir." 

"Like?" Sir said, an eyebrow raised. 

"Love, Sir. I love to suck cock and lick pussy, Sir," 
Sissikins said. 

"Strip, slut!" Sir ordered, and Sissikins slowly 
removed her top and skirt. Her boobie bells jingled 
as she moved, and the guests all enjoyed the sissy's 
humiliation at being nearly naked in their presence. 
"For the rest of the evening, Sissikins here will be 
your entertainment, my friends," Sir said. "Please 
feel free to use her in any way you wish. She has 
been trained to accept anything and everything you 
might want to do to her or have her do for you. My 
only request is that if you use her for toileting 
purposes, you at least have her clean up a bit so the 
next person isn't grossed out," he finished, 
laughing.

Sissikins spent the evening sucking cock, swallowing 
cum load after cum load and bringing most of the 
women guests to orgasm orally. Several of them had 
her lick their assholes as well, making her stick her 
tongue in as deeply as she could until she could 
taste the bitterness of their waste. A couple of the 
men used her willing mouth as a urinal, making sure 
she had a bowl in her hands to catch anything that 
didn't make it down her throat on the first try. 

Some guests amused themselves by slapping her face 
and commenting on how she had been trained not to 
flinch at all. They also pinched her tits to see how 
they felt. "You have some nice little titties there 
for a fake girl," one of them said. A number of the 
men wanted to fuck her, so they bent her over the end 
of a sofa and pulled her steel butt plug out with a 
noticeable pop before plunging their hard cocks into 
her warm, wet hole one after the other. 

At one point Sissikins was spit-roasted by a cock in 
her mouth and one in her ass, and she was in sissy 
heaven as both men came simultaneously, filling her 
mouth and her colon with their hot juices. In the 
course of the evening, one of the women grabbed 
Sissikins' leash and dragged her stumbling down the 
hall to the bathroom, cum running down the back and 
insides of her thighs, where she made Sissikins kneel 
on the floor in front of her as she sat on the 
toilet. 

The woman reached between her legs and pulled a 
heavily used tampon from her vagina, holding it up in 
front of Sissikins. "So you think you're a femmy 
little girl, huh, bitch?" the woman said. "Well 
here's what real women have to deal with, so now it's 
your turn. Lick me clean!" she ordered, holding the 
soggy tampon in her hand. 

Sissikins leaned forward as the woman spread her legs 
and lapped at the woman's labia, tasting the 
saltiness of the blood and menstrual flow. When she 
felt clean, the woman pushed Sissikins back onto her 
heels and said, "Open! Look up!" 

Sissikins opened her mouth and tilted her head back 
as the woman dangled the bloody tampon over it. 
"We'll see how you deal with a period using these 
lips," the woman said, lowering the dripping tampon 
by the string into Sissikins' mouth. "Now close!" the 
woman ordered, and Sissikins closed her mouth around 
the sodden mess. 

The string dangled down her chin, and her eyes 
registered shock and surprise, but the woman slapped 
her face hard and said, "Don't you dare open your 
mouth for the next hour, you little shithead. That 
part of you is on the rag as far as the men here go. 
We'll see how you like being a real girl for a while 
and having to put up with that squishy thing inside 
you." With that she rose and washed up, then dragged 
Sissikins back to the living room with the tampon 
string hanging from her mouth. 

Sir just laughed when he saw that and said to the 
woman, "Very good, Claire! I'll have to have Nora 
start training her to do period duty in addition to 
her other chores around here." 

"I told her an hour," Claire responded with a wicked 
grin. 

"Perfect," Sir replied, "let's see how she does." 

Sissikins endured the taste and feel of the soggy 
tampon in her mouth as her pussy was rammed and 
reamed several more times. In order to keep her from 
expelling the bloody tampon in the heat of passion, 
Sir taped her mouth shut leaving the string hanging 
out. 

Sissikins moaned with pleasure around the mess 
gagging her mouth as she was fucked hard for the next 
hour. Deep down she felt totally and completely 
degraded and used. She also felt totally and 
completely content and happy. She had dreamed of 
nights like this, of being the center of a fuck 
party, the object everyone wanted to use and abuse. 

It was her dream come true, and she wanted nothing 
more than to spend the rest of her life as Sir's sex 
slave, fuck doll, bimbo slut, toilet girl, or 
whatever else he wanted her to be. She knew that when 
the year was up, she would gladly sign the next 
contract giving herself to him forever. That night, 
alone in her bed, cum dripping from her pussy and 
drying on her face, her tits, her ass, her thighs, 
and the taste of menstrual blood still lingering in 
her mouth, she fell asleep hoping that Sir would 
continue to find new ways to use, display and 
humiliate her for his enjoyment � and hers.

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