13 comments/ 221581 views/ 147 favorites A Sissy's New Daddy By: sissyneko Walking in the door the Friday after my eighteenth birthday, everything seemed great. My parents had gone out of town for the weekend and I was for the first time a truly free man. My older brother had decided not to come home for Labor Day holiday which I was kind of bummed about, we didn't get alone all that well but I still looked up to him. He was one of those guys that could do no wrong, and I don't mean in my parents eyes I mean he actually could do no wrong. No matter the situation he always knew the right thing to do and did it, the consequences be damned. Myself on the other hand I was scrawny and always getting in trouble. It was my senior year and half the school wouldn't be able to identify my body... even if it would get them on the news. The other half was split about sixty / forty with people with only tolerated my presence because they couldn't be somewhere else and people who took a perverse pleasure in humiliating me. I had worked a deal with Mickey Dolans over the summer. I would meet up with him every other week and let him have his way with me and he would keep most people off my back. So like I said no parents no Mickey, I was a free man this weekend. My first order of business when I got home was stripping off my boy clothes. I hated boy clothes they felt very drab and confining. The laundry room was just off the kitchen so I didn't have very far to go. Ripping my clothes off I tossed them in a pile and started for my mom's hamper. At least twice a week I would snag a pair of her panties and parade myself around the house in them. Usually it was for no more than an hour in between when I got home and she did. But I had big plans for this weekend, seventy-two hours of pantied bliss. I dove right in and snaked my hand around till I felt silk brush across my knuckles. I twisted my middle finger around and pulled out a delicate pair of red string bikini panties. My mother had an affinity for red that I just never understood. I bent over to slip the panties on when it occurred to me, I was home alone; completely alone for the whole weekend. I always snagged my mom's used panties because they wouldn't be noticed when she did the wash. But now I could wear whatever I wanted to and no one would know. I could have everything washed and put away before mom got back. I don't know if the delicate panties fluttered to the floor like a feather but I know I was in my parent's room before they hit the floor. Nothing about my parents was exciting. My father was an accountant who reinforced every stereotype you had ever heard, and my mom worked at an old college friend's boutique downtown. I had been by there a few times but I tried not to stay any longer then I needed too. My parents had separate dressers on separate sides of the room. Thinking back to it now I realize how separate their lives really were. My mother's things were on the far side of the room. They were on a plane at that point but I still tiptoed over to the dresser. I was careful with each step afraid I would disturb some unknown trap they had set to see if I had gone in there room when they were gone. The dresser was an antique lacquered wood that was polished to an almost mirror finish. The top drawer was bras and stockings. I was actually quite surprised by how many bras my mother owned. The drawer was filled with almost two dozen of them and most looked rather new. The second draw was socks, stockings and a few garters. I was starting to lose my patience until I opened the third draw and was greeted with a brightly colored sea of silk. I never actually counted but I am sure that she had at least two pairs for every bra she owned. I touched every pair of panties that day I examined each pair trying to decide what I wanted to wear first. Over half of them were Red, but she had a good selection styles to choose from. I almost went with a yellow lace thong but decided instead on a pair of pink satin tie-side bikini panties. Dancing to a tune in my head I pranced out of my parent's room and down the hall to mine, spinning as I moved. I actually think I felt the box before I saw it. I know that sounds silly but that is the only way I can describe it because I stopped dead at my door. My lungs and heart both froze at the same time. That box which was a bright pink had not been on my bed when I left for school that morning. My brother was the only person I hadn't received a gift from and he would never use pink. My eyes flickered as my lungs kicked back in and I sucked in a heavy gulp of air. My heart didn't start pumping again till I started walking towards my bed. I was so panicked about the package that I completely forgot that I was dressed in nothing but a pair of dainty panties. The box wasn't large, about the size of three reams of paper. It wasn't poorly wrapped but it was certainly done by a man. There was a card on top with Bobbie, scratched out in a neat block text. I sat down on my bed and examined the card first. It wasn't sealed the back flap was simply tucked into the envelope. The card inside made no sense. It was a congratulations card for a newborn girl. Flipping it open I saw that it was signed, Daddy, in the same block script from the envelope. Putting the card to the side I turned my attention to the box itself. I took my time removing the pink wrapping. It wasn't special I was just terrified of what I would find inside. With the wrapping removed I pulled the top of the box and was surprised not to find anything overly terrifying. It was just a cheap pre-paid cell-phone and a manila envelope. The horror stuck when I picked up the envelope. The bulk of the packages weight came from it. Unlike the card it was sealed. I cut my finger as I ripped open the envelope. I sucked blood from my index finger as I dumped the contents on my bed. I didn't examine them at first I was to absorbed with my finger. And then out of the corner of my eye I saw something pinkish. It was a young man standing nude, well mostly nude. I was in fact in that picture wearing a pair of my mother's high heels. My heart didn't stop this time instead it started pumping so hard I could hear it. The blood pumping through my veins was like my own personal little bass drum drowning out all other sound. There were hundreds of them. It seemed like every time I had put on a pair of panties who ever this was had caught it all on video. I say video because that is what they looked like still from a video. There was also a slim DVD case. The case was covered in pictures of me. And to make matters worse not only was I in panties I was on my knees with Mickey. As I poured through the pictures something jumped out at me. Almost all of them were taken from the same angle. I grabbed a picture and moved around the room till I was seeing everything as the picture showed it. Two feet above my head was an air vent. I grabbed the armless rolling chair from my desk and climbed up to look inside. On TV and in movies there is always a little red little that blinks; this camera didn't have a little red light. I knew it was on though because the moment I looked at it the phone rang. Not my phone, the phone that had been in the box. I almost fell off the chair when I heard the sound. It was some old band, my father could have told you who it was but I was a little preoccupied at the time. My hand was shaking as I picked up the phone. IT was still playing music in a repetitive loop until I hit the answer button. I pulled the phone to my ear and waited I couldn't speak no matter how hard I tried. I and the caller just waited listening to each other breath. Finally he broke the silence his voice as deep and old. Not ancient mind you he just wasn't a teen-ager, which is funny really because I was relieved by that at the time. His first words to me made it pretty clear what was to come, he said "Don't ever touch my cameras." I fell to the bed ready to cry. My throat began to ache. He was polite and let me have a moment to compose myself. My reply was a quick ok and then he continued. "You're going to come over to my house and if you do it wearing nothing but those cute little panties, then I will do you a favor and erase an hour of your video performances." I recognized his voice, how could I not he had been my neighbor almost my entire life. Mr. Morgan had moved in when I was little, his wife left him a few years ago, and there were rumors that he was a little weird but I figured they were just that rumors. I didn't respond to what he said I just sat there silent as he continued "I expect my charges to be prompt and obedient. Is that clear?" I still didn't answer and it annoyed him. I could hear his breathing intensifying but I was terrified. Just when he was about to lash out I spoke up, "OK I will come over." The line clicked dead and I sat there for a moment looking down at my panty covered crotch. I couldn't go next door wearing just panties. There was a gate between our back yards but I doubted he wanted me to come that way. I grabbed a pair of shorts from my dresser and a shirt before heading over. I considered changing out of the panties and into some boxers but he made it clear I was to wear the panties when I came over. I locked up the front door and slipped the key into my pocket, it was all I took with me when I left. I didn't bother walking down to the street and over I just cut across our two lawns. I knocked on the front door and waited. A car drove past, it was the red Buick from up the street. I didn't know the old guys name but I knew he was nosy and was sure he was making a note, even if only a mental one that I was here. I knocked again and still nothing. I heard another car and looked over to see Cindy Marshall drove by with her mom. She saw me and gave a wave, we had a class together so I knew I was going to be peppered with questions on Monday. I knocked again and Mr. Morgan finally answered the door. He looked me over and told me to go around back. I cursed him under my breath as I walked around the side of his house. His back door was past a screen porch that was locked I was just about to bang on the door when I noticed a bell. My first thought was to wonder who would have a bell at a back porch, but I pushed that out of my mind quickly as I rang. He answered the back door so fast I knew he had been waiting for me. He walked to the screen door clutching a half eaten apple in his right hand. "Sluts are allowed to enter my house dressed however they like. Sissies on the other hand being natural liars must strip." "Strip here outside?" I stammered out looking around his yard. It was as private as ours backing up against some woods and with the privacy fence none of the houses around could see in, but it still seemed unseemly to me. Mr. Morgan's lip twisted into sneer as he spoke again. "I will do my very best not to punish you this weekend but if you ever question me again like that I promise not only will you be punished but it will be truly public and not just in my back yard. Am I clear." "Yes sir." I said as I pulled my shirt over my head. I kicked my shoes off and yanked my shorts down. When he said strip I assumed he meant panties too but I wanted to do those separate to show him I wore them like he asked. I hooked my thumbs into the waist band of the panties and started to pull them down when he stopped me. "Leave the panties, you will always wear panties." He opened the door and I reached down to grab my clothes when he spoke again. "Leave them there." I left my clothes and slipped past him starting for the door, I wanted to get inside as soon as possible. I didn't want to be undressed in front of him but I wanted even less to be so on the porch. He must have sensed my reluctance because he called out telling me to stand in the middle of the room, if you could call it that. He took a seat and just stared at me for a long moment. "Face me, hands on your head and I want your feet shoulder width apart." I stood perfectly still just like he asked me too, and again he just sat there staring at me. My nipples got hard and I felt my cock twitch as he licked his lips. He continued eating his apple and let his free hand rest on his crouch. He started to rub himself and I could see his cock bulging against his pants. His eyes were focused on my panty covered member and while I knew it shouldn't it made me very excited. "Untie the panties." I reached down and took hold of the ties on either side with both hands. I took a deep breath and considered changing my mind, as if any of this was my idea. I pulled the Ribbons and the panties fell from my body. I put my hands back on top of my head and waited. As he finished the last of his apple, Mr. Morgan's calm began to get to me. He didn't leer or scowl he just watched me. If my leg twitched he watched me. When my hand trembled he watched. I was near tears when he finally spoke. "You have a lovely little body, but too much hair." Mr. Morgan abruptly stood up and walked into the house, he didn't say anything he just left. I wasn't left alone for very long, maybe a few minutes but it I couldn't think of a way to explain my nudity should someone come upon me. Before I could figure out an answer Mr. Morgan came back out. He had a bottle in his hand but I couldn't tell what it was. With an underhand toss he threw the bottle my way. I didn't catch it and it slid along the floor till it hit the back wall of the porch. I walked to pick up the bottle letting my hands down from on the top of my head. As I knelt down to pick up the bottle I heard Mr. Morgan clear his throat. I looked back over my shoulder and saw him making a motion with his hand. It took me a second to realize what he wanted. I let out a sigh and bent at the waist to pick it up. The bottle was a chemical hair remover. "Good girl." Mr. Morgan said as he took his seat again. "Mr. Morgan, what are we doing here? I mean." I paused giving myself a second to try and better form my question. I knew there was a way that I could say that would make him think about my situation. I just didn't know how to say it. "I mean what am I doing here?" "Well get to that. Right now I want to get that unseemly hair off your body." Mr. Morgan took his seat again and leaned back getting himself comfortable. "And from now on I want you to call me, Daddy." That was the moment that I knew this wasn't some weird old school embarrass me into changing my ways deal. Mr. Morgan had some kind of insane plan. Still clutching the bottle of hair remover I moved my hands to cover my crotch. "I sorry I still don't understand." "Billie, and that name isn't going to work for you but that is something else we can get to later. There are going to be some huge changes in your life starting right now. Open that bottle and get yourself covered from the neck down. I don't want any hair left on you." I moved back towards the center of the room and took the cap off the bottle. I was a little surprised when the cream didn't have a fragrance. I looked at the back and instructions were pretty straight forward. I poured a silver dollar sized glob into my hand. It was cold and sent a wave of goose pimples down my leg as started to spread it out. I realized it would take forever to cover my body a dab at a time, and I was hoping that once this one done I would be allowed to go inside. There was a cheap plastic chair shoved into a corner. I grabbed it and pulled it over to where I was told to stand. I propped a leg up on the chair and poured a line of the remover down my leg. As I spread the liquid out the patch I had done a few minutes before began to get warm. I finished my legs quickly and then started on my chest and under arms. Once I was done I looked back, Mr. Morgan. He just looked at me like he was expecting something more. "Mr. " I stopped myself and closed my eyes tight not wanting to see the grin I knew would be on his face when I said it. "Daddy, what is wrong?" "I said no hair." Mr. Morgan said in a whimsical tone. I opened my eyes but he wasn't looking at me he was looking at my crouch. I covered myself with my right hand and gently dug my fingertips into my pubic hair. I wrapped my fingers around my balls as I pressed my penis into my stomach with my palm. "Please." I pulled my hand away quickly when I realized that my hand was still covered in the hair remover. "I can explain my arms and legs. I'll say I am trying out for a swim team. But I have gym class. What if someone sees me while I am changing?" "I think you will have a harder time explaining the panties, but that is just my opinion. You know what I need a drink." Mr. Morgan got up and rushed back into the house. Returning almost as quickly as he left with a beer, plopping back down in his chair he twisted the top off his beer. "That stuff you just slathered on, it stays on for twenty minutes and those twenty minutes doesn't start till you are completely covered. Do you understand?" I am embarrassed to say that it took me a moment to realize what he was saying but once I did I stopped wasting time. I covered my last remaining manhood and looked to Mr. Morgan for guidance. He gave me a wordless nod and then looked to his watch. As the minutes ticked by the remover began to get warm and then burn. I told myself that he wouldn't do anything to permanently scar me. I told myself that and I even convinced myself of it for a minute. But the longer I stood there with my body on fire the less I trusted him. I wanted him to explain his plan to me what did he mean when he implied I would be wearing panties at school. I never wore them outside of the house. Well except today. It wasn't till I was near tears that Mr. Morgan stood up and motioned for me to follow him. We left the back porch and Mr. Morgan grabbed a hose that was snaked through the yard. It had one of those triggered sprayers attached to it. He told me to raise my arms and close my eyes. I spread my legs wider then shoulder width apart and squeezed my eyes shut as I raised my arms up. I prepared myself for the water to start blasting me, but Mr. Morgan waited. He was trying to catch me off guard and it worked. As hot as the remover had become the water was a polar opposite. It felt like an ice pick dancing across my skin as he sprayed me down. It didn't take long to wash all the hair remover off me and when he was done Mr. Morgan tossed the house down and started for the shared gate between our yards. I was still dripping wet and there wasn't a towel in site. I started for my clothes but Mr. Morgan called out stopping me. "Hey Sweat cheeks leave them there." "I need to get my mom's panties." Was my reply I don't know why I said it but at that moment I felt the need to remind him that I had left her panties lying on his porch. Mr. Morgan stood there a moment waiting for me to follow and when I didn't he marched across the yard grabbing me by the back of my neck. Pulling me through the yard Mr. Morgan was seething barely allowing my feet to keep up with him. We reached my back door and he slammed me into the wall hold me there till he fished a key from his pocket. "You dare question a real man." Mr. Morgan said. Pulling a set of keys from his pocket, Mr. Morgan flipped through them till he found the one he was looking for. He was pushing me hard against the wall and I was shivering from the cold. As he unlocked the back door and pushed me in. Stumbling in I fell shivering to the carpet. Mr. Morgan stood just outside and watched me. I laid still terrified he was about to snap and beat me to death. When he didn't charge in and start stomping on me I pulled me feet under me and started to stand up. Mr. Morgan waited to pounce until I was completely on my feet. I had turned my back to him, it was foolish but I didn't want him to see I was crying. Once I was up he rushed up behind me grabbing a hold of me and lifting me off my feet. Effortlessly he carried me into the dining room throwing me down on the table. He rolled me onto my stomach before yanking my feet off the table. I started to stand up but he smacked me in the back of the hard as he screamed at me "Stay down." A Sissy's New Daddy Ch. 02 I hope you enjoy this second installment of 'A Sissy's New Daddy'. I worked hard on it and hope that it brings all of you the same pleasure reading it that it has brought me writing it. There are some extreme moments in this chapter but also some very tender ones. There was a line in the first piece that gets expanded on at the end. I hope you enjoy what I have put together. +++++++++++++++ I was stiff the next morning but I didn't realize how bad it was till Daddy untied me. I don't know how long I was awake before he untied me, but I know he had replaced the batteries in my mother's vibrator, it was buzzing away in my backside. He untied my feet first and then my hands. I just laid there for a few minutes not moving, I told my arms and legs to move but they refused. And when I finally did get them to do what I wanted, they cried out in agony. I tried to stand up, or at least get up on my knees, but the pain combined with the vibrator kept me down. Daddy walked over to me and giving me a gently pat on the backside spoke to me for the first time that morning. "Would you like me to remove your Mommy's lover from your boipussy?" My body may have been sore but my voice was as strong as ever when I spoke. "Yes." Daddy was displeased with my response and showed it by giving a vicious smack to the vibrator. I let out a yelp that made me sound more like a dog then a boy. I didn't wait for Daddy to give me further instructions I knew what he wanted me to say, "Daddy, would you please pull my Mommy's vibrator out of my boipussy?" "Of course I will sweetie. You know you should be careful leaving a vibrator in for that long." He said as he roughly yanked the phallic machine out of me, as if I had simply fallen asleep while pleasuring myself. When he was done with it, Daddy carelessly tossed the vibrator on the bed. Last night I would have been upset but I already realized I was going to need to wash the comforter. So what did one more stain matter? I could feel the streaks where Daddy's cum had dried across my face. I turned to find him rummaging through my mother's panty drawer. He would pull a pair out examine them and then add them to a growing pile atop the dresser. I recognized the pair he settled on from across the room, in my mind I always called them the 'deliciously pink panties'. They were a pair of soft pink satin low-rise hipsters, with an ivory lace trim around the leg holes. They snuggled my little boi penis wonderfully. It was always a good day when I found those in my mother's hamper. Daddy tossed the panties onto the bed and then turned to face me. "Take off the bridal slut outfit, and put it back in the box in the closet." My limbs had relaxed enough that I could move again, and with the vibrator removed I was now able to sit up. "I need to wash them first Daddy." "No, you will wash everything else you have defiled this weekend but not those. Those you will package up, put them in the closet and never touch them again. If you do, if you pull them out again and wash them; I swear to you that the punishment I devise for you will scar you for life, no one will want you when I am done with you. Am I clear?" Daddy said as crossed the few feet to me. He took a hold of my chin and raised it till our eyes met. Sitting there in my mother's lingerie and covered in filth, I found it hard to hold his gaze, but if I tried to look away he pulled me back. "Now repeat after me -- I am a dumb sissy cunt who needs to stop pretending it can think." I didn't want to say it I wanted to tell him to fuck off. I want to push him a way and push him from my home. Of course then I remembered that it wasn't my home, it was my parents. And if they found out what I was that I was a freak they would kick me out. How long would my friends let me live with them? I didn't want to find out, so I plastered a big smile on my face and held my Daddy's gaze as I said what would become a new guiding principle in my life: "I am a dumb sissy cunt who needs to stop pretending it can think." Daddy smiled back at me as he slipped his thumb into my mouth. I sucked his thumb like it was a cock, hoping to please him. "Good now, find the bra that matches those panties. Get changed and pick another pair of panties from the ones on top of your mother's dresser. Then come see me in your room." "Yes, Daddy." I said as he popped his thumb from my mouth and casually left my parents room. I sat on the bed waiting for the sound of his footsteps to fade. The busier and panties were stuck to me from all the cum that had soaked into the satin. I wasn't painful to remove them but it was still noticeable. I folded the lingerie and returned it to the box. I wasn't sure where it went in the closet so I left it on the bed. I remembered from the day before that she had far more panties then she did bras and I was worried suddenly that I wouldn't find one that matched. Would one the same color work, or would Daddy punish me? Thankfully I was able to leave that question for later; my mother indeed had a matching bra. As I started to slip on the panties I realized just how nasty I felt after yesterday. I wanted to take a quick shower but I was afraid to do anything that I wasn't specifically told to do. I slid the panties up my legs and tucked my boipenis in. I couldn't help but caress it ever so gently through the panties. I stiffened up a little but I stopped myself before I got to hard. I wrapped the bra around my chest with the cups in back and clipped it closed. I had never seen a woman get dressed but I wondered if they did it the same way as I spun it around and slipped my arms in the straps. Almost half of my mother's panties had been pulled out and piled on top of her dresser. I was surprised to find that most of them were cotton. I guess my mother went through a phase of wearing cotton string bikinis. I choose a white pair and turned to leave. I froze in place looking at the door. Daddy had told me to meet him in my room. I hadn't considered him being in there. So far all of this had been outside of my one place in the world. What was he going to do to me in my room, part of me didn't want to know. A large part of me just wished this would all go away. But I knew even then that I would never really be done with Mr. Morgan, Daddy. He would use me till he was either bored with me or I died. Reaching the door it occurred to me that I was barefoot. Daddy hadn't said anything about shoes. But I imagined how pleased he would be with me if I came in wearing heels. I scurried to the closet and pawed over my mother's collections of heels. Most were short, no more than an inch or two. I wanted something with a high heel but more then that I wanted a pair that was pink. I grabbed a low heeled pair with a bunch of straps. Once I sat myself on the bed it took me a few minutes to get them on and strapped into place. With my shoes on and an intense level of false confidence I walked out of my parent's room. Standing at the door to my room I looked at how, Daddy had rearranged things. My desk which had been on the far wall was now turned so that someone at the door couldn't see the monitor. My bed was moved so that it was under the window, the same window that Daddy could look in on from his house. My dresser drawers were pulled out with the contents piled in the center of the room. My Boxers, some older briefs, and all of my socks were in the pile. There was a second pile over by the closet only this one was shirts and pants. Daddy was at my computer typing away furiously. I wasn't sure if he had noticed me enter but I was afraid to clear my throat or do anything else to get his attention. The longer I stood there the less I was able to faking being confident and in charge. Just as my ankles began to ache Daddy motioned for me to come over to him by pointing to the ground next to him. I rushed to his side and without giving it a second thought I dropped to my knees. Daddy smiled and patted me on my head as he returned this his work on the computer. My computer was a few years old and I didn't do much with it beyond playing a few games I had gotten when it was new. I watched out of the corner of my eye as Daddy deleted all of the games. He cleared off almost every single program I had installed. Once he was finished deleting files he started downloading new programs. He installed a chat client that looked like it ran full time and wouldn't allow me to ever close it. He then tweaked my web cam so that it was on all the time. Leaning back in my desk chair Daddy finally turned his attention fully from the computer and placed it square on me. He looked me up and down and smirked when he saw the heels I had put on. Daddy stood up and stretched his back, which gave an audible pop. He let out a deep breath, before reaching down and taking a hold of my chin. Lifting my gaze to his eyes he said, "Did you pick out a pair of panties like I asked you too?" My hands were cold and I had honestly forgotten I was holding the cotton panties. I handed them too him and Daddy examined them closely. "Good choice." Balling the panties back up Daddy reached down to open my mouth. Using two fingers he parted my lips and shoved the panties into my mouth. "These panties are no longer your Mothers', they are now yours. You will keep them on you at all times. Do you understand?" I nodded yes. "When you start to moan, a man can shove these in as a gag. When a man comes on your face, you will use these to wipe it clean. If his cum is leaking out of your boipussy, you will plug it with these. Are you getting the picture?" I nodded once again. "Good, now let's get started with this morning's activities." Daddy unzipped his pants and took his flaccid cock in his hands. I reached up to take it from him but he shook his head no. My lips were still parted because of the panties and Daddy had an evil smile on his face as he placed the tip just past my teeth. "Don't spill a drop." As soon as he was done speaking I felt a warm stream of piss splash first on the panties and then on my tongue. I jerked my head away sending the small pool in my mouth and the stream coming from Daddy's cock to the floor. I flinched and the flow of piss stopped. I looked up to him pleading but I could see that I wasn't going to get any kind of reprieve. I could see his jaw twitching and knew what I needed to do. Sitting back up I put my mouth back to the tip of his cock and closed my eyes. Daddy's piss is warm but acrid, burning my tongue. What doesn't soak into the cotton panties begins to dribble out of my mouth. It runs cold down my chest soaking into my pink satin bra. Daddy took a deep breath as he finished letting it out slowly. Once the powerful stream was done Daddy shook his cock flinging little droplets of piss across my face and into my hair. Zipping up Daddy pointed to the pile of underwear "These here are unacceptable. A sissy should always be in panties. And after today you will be." I cursed at him though the panty gag. Though it was so muffled I doubted Daddy knew what I was saying, but I was still terrified he would snap. When he didn't, I calmed down a bit and focused on what he was saying. "Also from now on you will not be allowed to wear socks. Only stockings we will get you some here in a bit." "But first I want you to demonstrate your commitment to your new place in life."I must have looked confused because Daddy started to explain. "You will destroy all of your unacceptable clothes." Daddy reached over to my desk and picked up a pair of scissors. They were a solid steel pair of sewing shears that I knew would make quick work of my clothes. Daddy handed them over to me before sitting back down in my desk chair. Leaning back he smirked at me as I picked up the first pair of boxer shorts. I slipped one leg into the sheers and looked to Daddy for a reprieve. He just sat there. My eyes started to burn as tears began to flow, I begged him not to make me do this. "I can't understand what you're saying any more then when you cursed at me earlier. Oh yes I got the gist of that, don't worry. You will be punished for it. Later." Daddy said ominously as he folded his arms behind his head watching. The sheers made a slick sound of metal on metal for a half second until it hit fabric and then the sound was gone. The quality sheers cut through the thin material easily and before I had even realized what I had done the boxers were split down the side. I started to set them aside but Daddy stopped me. He wanted them snipped into two pieces. Two more quick motions and the boxer shorts were nothing but useless fabric now. I hated wearing the boxers, I used to say to myself, that I died a little each time I put them on in the morning. But there was something about being ordered to destroy them that I didn't like. I finished the rest as quickly as possible and looked to Daddy for my next task. Pointing to the pile by my closet, Daddy set me to work destroying more of my clothes. I wasn't really surprised what I found in the pile. Most of my loser fitting jeans didn't make the grade. And the only pair of my slacks I was allowed to keep were light cream colored pair of linen pants I had worn to a wedding last year. I hadn't worn them a second time because they were thin and you could easily see my boxers under them; Of course now I would be wearing panties and I imagine showing them off is exactly what Daddy wanted. All of my t-shirts and sweaters were piled high as well. I looked to Daddy pleading once again for leniency. Only this time I did not get a curt smile or a nod, his expression was blank and he simply looked at his watch. A beep from my computer drew Daddy's attention long enough that I was able to sneak one of my t-shirts into the cut pile. I figured I would stash it away in the back of my closet when I cleaned up later. I cut through the rest of my clothes quickly hoping not to earn myself more punishment. When I was done I only had three pairs of jeans, one pair of slacks, five button down shirts and no underwear or socks, and of course the t-shirt I had hidden away. Standing up as I finished the last shirt Daddy waved me over. "You can take those panties out of your mouth now." I pulled the soiled panties from my mouth, and rubbed my jaw. Daddy stepped behind me and taking a hold of my hips pulled me close grinding his hard cock into my panty clad back side. His hands slipped around me one settled over my boipenis, and the other moved up to my bra. Daddy slipped his fingers into the cups and began to tweak my nipples. "I can't wait to watch you squirm today." As much as I tired not too I couldn't help but stiffen up as Daddy massaged my boipenis. He didn't stop until it was hard as a rock. His tongue slipped out and flicked against my ear lobe as he whispered into my ear "It is time to please your Daddy. Beg me for some cock." My voice was hesitant "Daddy... Daddy can I suck your cock?" With a hiss, Daddy wrapped his hand around my boipenis and balls squeezing them till my eyes began to tear up. "If I wanted my dick covered in piss, I would go fuck a urinal." Daddy kept the pressure on my balls and I just couldn't speak, the pain over whelmed every sense in my body. It wasn't until he started to squeeze harder that I croaked out a few words. "My ass, please fuck my ass." The pain subsided some as Daddy loosened his grip, but he didn't release me completely. His thumb started stroking up and down my boipenis, as he whispered into my ear. "Closer." It took me a second the pain was still quite over whelming, but I realized what he wanted. "Daddy, would you please fuck my boipussy?" "I like that." He said as he tongue slid around my ear. "Are you going to be my little bitch." "Yes." My voice was so quite I was surprised he could hear it. The gentlest increase in the pressure on my balls told me he wanted more. "Yes, I will be your little bitch." "WILL be my bitch or you WANT to be my bitch?" Daddy had let up on my balls and his voice was sweet with lust. I was so twisted inside. Here I was dressed as I wanted to be, as I saw myself, but I had chosen none of it. My boipenis stiffened from Daddy's caress which made it all so much worse. Part of me wanted to be submissive, yearning for a strong hand to guide me, even Mr. Morgan's hand. I just couldn't get past the blackmail and the degradation, 'Daddy' seemed to delight in. I twisted my head around straining to see him, and said. "I don't WANT to be anything to you." Daddy flew into a rage; in all my time with him he was never angrier then at that moment. While holding my balls in an ever tightening grip Daddy grabbed the back of my head. He twisted his fingers into my hair before violently throwing me to the bed. I hit my head against the wall and everything went blurry for a moment. Next thing I knew I was laying face down on my bed and Daddy was sitting on top of me. Once I started to stir and Daddy knew I was coherent, he took a hold of my pink panties and yanked them hard giving me a wedgie. I could hear the tiny pops of my mother's panties ripping as they were held firm between my cheeks. I felt Daddy reposition himself just moments before my ass exploded in pain. The leather belt assailed my backside until it burned a bright red. Breathing heavily, Daddy finally stopped. The beating may have stopped but the pain didn't go away. I was bawling like a child. After releasing my panties, Daddy just sat there on top of me with deep, winded breaths. As his breathing slowly returned to normal, Daddy said to me "You know, Sissy, I had a nice day planned for us. I was going to remind you of your place this morning and then take you to the mall and buy you some nice pretty panties all your own. But no, you had to go and remind me why Sissy's need real men in the first place." Taking a deep breath Daddy climbed off of me and the bed. "Stop crying you little bitch, I will be back in five minutes I expect the sheets striped off your bed and you waiting on all fours facing the wall." I curled into a ball as Daddy stomped out of the room. The heavy thumps of his feet faded quickly and I decided to run. And for a moment I saw it all in my head, a glorious life away from that place. My mind conjured up a beautiful life filled with happy things. Of course then I heard my father's voice in the back of my mind. My real father, mind you not that monster I now called Daddy. Son, education is your only salvation from hardship. Of course I realize now that had I run that day I wouldn't be in prison and my mother would still be alive, but I don't want to think about that. I knew my time was short but I hoped Daddy was exaggerating when he said I only had five minutes. Standing up I gently un-wedged my panties from the crack of my ass. As sore and red as my cheeks were I was happy for the silk panties as they settled quite painlessly into place. I adjusted my bra back into place and quickly striped the covers from the bed. I wasn't sure if Daddy wanted the pillow cases removed as well, but figured it was better to be safe than sorry. I tossed the sheets into a pile and threw the uncovered pillows back onto the bed. Standing there waiting for Daddy to return my hand mindlessly drifted to my backside. The silk panties were cool to the touch but as my finger pressed forward even slightly, I could feel the heat coming from my burning cheeks. The house was dead silent, so I could hear the back door opening and Daddy's heavy footsteps as he entered. I climbed onto the bed and got on all fours as ordered. As Daddy's footsteps grew louder I closed my eyes and an uncontrollable shiver flooded across my body and once I started shaking, I couldn't stop myself. I was trying so hard to get control of my body that I didn't realize that Daddy was standing right behind me. When his hand cupped my ass cheek I actually hopped a little on the bed. A firm squeeze sent a fresh spike of pain shooting up my back. A Sissy's New Daddy Ch. 03 I hope you enjoy this third chapter of "A Sissy's New Daddy" I hit a bit of a speed bump with this chapter, I wasn't sure where I wanted to go with it. I think I have that settled now. I am foreseeing this as a 9 chapter piece with the next three chapters jumping ahead a bit in time. I hope you enjoy this chapter, and if you haven't already please give the first two chapters a read. ************** I woke up Sunday morning feeling used and disgusting. For the second day in a row I was waking up dressed like a slut and covered in real men's cum. My mouth was dry and when I licked my lips the salty reminder of dried cum filled my mouth. The taste got my penis got hard and my cheeks flushed. I heard a beeping from my computer as the monitor came to life. I pulled myself into a sitting position and looked over at my desk. The chat program that Daddy had installed was still running and the room was filled with users. I called them users not people, because I liked to think that people wouldn't be that cruel. I was ready to shut down the computer when a new window popped up, Daddy had sent me a message. You have a big day today, but first I want you to talk to your fans. Tell them all about what a wanton slut you were last night. You have one hour, if you have any time left you can put on a show for them. I don't know why I thought I was done, but I had. I settled myself down and started typing out the previous night's debasing events. The comments started immediately. sissyDESTROYER was still online, I wonder if he sat there all night waiting for me to do something other than sleep. He wanted to know why I wasn't talking; he said 'The cunt could talk yesterday what happen' SiSsYmOlEsTeR was the first to reply, 'maybe it swallowed too much cock last night and it forgot its mouth could do anything else.' My hands started shaking as I tried to remember Daddy's routine from yesterday. "Hello every one, this sissy is nothing but a dumb-ass cunt in need of some abuse." My voice was quite but I know they heard me because the room went wild. "So last night I meet some friends of my Daddy's they were really good to me and gave me a whole lot of cum. But first." The words caught in my throat. I didn't want to tell the monsters about Junior. I wanted to keep him to myself. I started with the first cock I sucked, that was Senior's. The man was brutal using my mouth but thankfully, He came almost instantly. Of course I didn't say that, "The first cock I sucked last night was big and when he was hard I could feel his head sliding down my throat." Before I could finish my story everyone started complaining that I was boring. Daddy's window pinged again and he told me to skip the story. "Ok I guess you guys just want to see me be slutty so I will do whatever you want until 9:30, because Daddy says we have things to do after that." It started just like the night before with everyone arguing who went first. I let them fight it out I even chimed in who had gone first yesterday just to keep it going a little while longer. The decided again to take turns and the first user was someone new. I Before I could answer the other users jumped on top of I Per BtchBreakers instructions I shoved the panties in my mouth and went searching for something new. Entering my parent's room I was reminded of just how much work I had to do this afternoon before my parents return. All of my mother's cotton panties were still piled on top of the dresser and almost half of the rest of her panties were piled up around my computer. I grabbed a random pair, turning back to my room when it occurred to me. I didn't have to hurry. I looked thought the panties that remained, wasting five of my remaining thirty minutes. I settled on a pair of baby blue lace hipsters. Not my normal style but I was wanting something a little tamer after the last two days. As I slipped the panties up my legs I moved the panties in my mouth around with my tongue. Returning to my computer I found the chat room in raptured as BtchBreakers was telling a story of humiliating a woman in his office. He made her strip down to her panties and beg him not to fire her. Once I was in front of the camera everything else stopped. "Hello again everybody." I mumbled through the panties in my mouth as I sat down, which I knew was a mistake. Before anyone could say anything I stood up and twirled around letting all my 'fans' see my pantied ass. BtchBreakers started to make another request but SiSsYmOlEsTeR demanded his turn. He wanted me to play with my mother's vibrator, except he noted I should hurry. I found it quickly. I glanced at the clock and I now had twenty minutes of show time left. I pulled the panties from my mouth and tossed them onto my desk, replacing them with the buzzing vibrator. I pumped it in and out of my mouth a few times in front of the camera. Once the vibrator was wet enough I climbed onto my bed with my back to the camera and rolled my panties down. I put my face against the bed and reached back between my legs. I set the vibrator against my boipussy and slipped it in. I expected resistance but it just slipped in like it belonged there. I was starting to think that Daddy was right I really was just a slut. I twisted the base of the vibrator and felt it come to life. My tiny penis stiffened instantly and small moan escaped my lips. The deeper I pushed into my boipussy the hard my penis got. I pulled it out slowly, and then back in and I started to lose my hard on. So I pulled it out and slammed it back in hard. I was hard again and moaning wantonly. I wanted desperately to play with myself. But I didn't want to give 'my fans' the pleasure. The harder I fucked myself the harder I became. I felt precum soaking into my panties and I knew I was ready to cum. I tried to slow down but I couldn't I slammed the vibrator into harder and harder until I exploded. Cum flooded into my panties and I rolled from my knees till I was laying on my back. As cum ran across my stomach and down my side I reached down and flipped the vibrator off before pulling it from my boipussy. I let it fall to the bed and closed my eyes till my breathing returned to normal. The silk panties clung to my shrinking penis, sending a chill up my back. I looked at the clock and was pleased to see that it was now 9:30 I was free of the internet tormentors. Sitting up in the bed I shivered as cold silk caressed my intimate parts. Daddy had sent me a message while I was distracted. Tell your fans good buy and that you will post some new pictures soon. The cum soaked silk panties went from erotic to terrifying as I read my newest script. What pictures had been posted here already. And what was Daddy going to be posting next. I said my lines and Daddy posted a new message for me. Shove that vibrator back up your ass and come see me JUST AS YOU ARE. I grabbed the vibrator and slipped it back into my boipussy. I almost came a second time just sliding it in. I considered turning it on just to feel it buzzing as I walked. I made it to my back door and though again about turning on the vibrator. Daddy would be proud of me if I turned it on. I was revolted at that thought, but as I turned the knob to open the door I couldn't get it out of my mind. I wanted Daddy to be proud of me. I knelt down and reached between my legs, slipping my fingers into my panties. Switching the vibrator back on my whole body convulsed. Standing up my boipenis hardened and I wanted to cum again but I knew Daddy would want me to wait. Standing myself up I opened the door and confidently walked through; Crossing my back yard wearing nothing but a pair of cum soaked baby blue panties. I crossed into Daddy's yard and knocked at his back door. The panties from Friday night were still lying on the back porch. I had actually forgotten about them, I reminded myself to come back for them later. After five minutes when Daddy still hadn't answered I knocked again. Daddy's face popped into the little window in the door and he smiled a wicked grin before twirling his finger around. I figured he liked me displaying myself so I spun around backwards and bent at the waist. I wanted to show him I had the vibrator in, just as he had asked me too. Daddy started shaking his head and moved to the door. My stomach turned as I realized the insanity of my situation. The door unlocked and Daddy popped his head out, still shaking from side to side and laughing. "You really aren't the brightest cunt are you. Go around the house and knock on my front door." My heart froze. I had been seen yesterday when I ran the garbage out. God knows who would see me now. Daddy started to close the door and I panicked. My hand shot out and I grabbed the door. "Please don't make me do that please. Someone else will see me." "Someone else?" Daddy pushed the door open and stepped out to me. He moved till he was behind me and wrapped one hand around my waist taking a hold of my penis through my panties. His other hand slipped into the back of my panties and took a hold of the vibrator. He caressed his fingers up and down the shaft of my penis. As his fingertips brushed against the base of my member he pulled the vibrator from me, leaving just the tip inside. When he started moving his fingers again he moved the vibrator at the same time. "Who saw you yesterday?" "Mr. Roberts." I whispered my breath coming in heavy gasps. "Do you want to cum again, sissy?" Daddy's voice was smooth and tickled the part of me that lusted after him. I couldn't speak, I just nodded my head as he continued to slowly play with my boipussy. "Well then, I want you to beg me to let you fuck old man Roberts." I closed my eyes pushing back tears, my desire for him striped away. When he spoke again his voice was sharper but he still whispered "BEG me now bitch and speak up." "Daddy, Can I sleep with... Fuck can I fuck old man Roberts up the street." My voice was rough but I spoke loud enough because Daddy turned the vibrator up to a higher setting. I moaned and begged some more "please Daddy, let me fuck him." "Do you think he can even get it up at his age?" Daddy's tone was mocking and playful but he was doing an amazing job on my penis. I was ready to cum. Dropped his voice to a whisper Daddy said, "Keep begging." "I could get him hard Daddy. I know I could." I raised my voice loud enough that I was sure any passing near Daddy's yard would have heard me. "Please let me fuck him Daddy. I need his cock." Daddy squeezed my cock and pumped the vibrator harder into my backside. It only took a second for me to full panties with a second load of cum. MY knees went out from under me and if Daddy hadn't been quick I would have tumbled to the ground. He lowered me down and told me to compose myself and come inside. He left the back door open when he went inside. I curled myself into a ball and did everything I could to force myself not to cry. I laid there till Daddy came back out and nudged me with his foot. "I am leaving here in 20 minutes. You can get off your lazy sissy ass and get cleaned up or you can go as you are your choice. There are fresh clothes waiting for you in the same bedroom as last night." An image flashed in my mind of Daddy driving me around town in nothing but a pair of panties, it terrified me. I pulled myself up and went inside. A shower was running and I heard Daddy call out that the hot water was probably running out. Steam was rolled around the shower curtain, I wasn't normally one to take hot showers but I was looking forward to this one. I peeled the wet panties from my crotch and rolled them down my legs before tossing them on the counter. When I first stepped into the shower I recoiled from the penetrating heat. But my body quickly adapted and I let it was over me. Daddy had left me shampoo and some scented body wash. I scrubbed my body and hair quickly, but paid extra attention to my penis and boipussy. I wanted desperately to wash the past two days from my body and hoped that if I scrubbed hard enough it would happen. Daddy poked his head in the shower and told me he was just about ready to go. He looked me up and down while I was standing naked with hot water running down my body. He reached into the shower and turned the water off, right before he took ahold of me and kissed me deeply. His tongue slipped past my lips and I was instantly hard. It was a passionate kiss that twisted my feelings for my tormentor. Breaking the kiss Daddy gave me a gentle slap on the ass and told me to get dressed. Stepping from the shower I wasn't surprised to find my panties missing. I went to pull the towel from its place on the wall and found that Daddy had secured a corner with a nail. The nail was waste height so I was still able to dry off. Once I was dry I started off naked through Daddy's house. Thankfully I was able to get to what I was starting to think of as my dressing room quickly. Daddy had laid out clothes for me on the bed. A pair of short shorts and a thin white tank top was accompanied by a neon pink string bikini. I put on the bikini first and settling it into place before looking at myself in the mirror. I looked cute in the bikini, but I still didn't want to go out in public wearing it. I pulled the tank top over my head and looked over to the mirror. The pink bikini was clearly visible. Picking up the shorts my face warmed with humiliation. They were tiny, if I was lucky the top of the bikini bottoms would be covered, but I was sure some of my ass would be hanging out. I pulled the shorts up tight and could feel my ass cheeks hanging out. I slipped on a pair of tennis shoes sitting next to the bed and went looking for Daddy. I found Daddy sitting at a desk in his bedroom. The room itself was a mess with piles of clothes all over the place. Daddy was seated in a small task chair with his legs spread wide He had taken off his shorts and was stroking his hard cock. I didn't look at his monitor, mainly because I was afraid it would be video or pictures of me. I didn't ask what he wanted me to do, as I drew close to him I dropped to my knees and gentle moved his hand away, taking him into my mouth. His cock was warm and the tip was already covered in sweet pre-cum. Daddy had showered and smelled sweet. I bobbed my head up and down on his shaft and he let out a quite moan. His pleasure spurred me on and I quickened my pace. Just as his cock began to twitch in my mouth Daddy pulled free of me and stroked himself. Holding my head in place Daddy shot his load across my face in three thick streaks. As the final spasm washed over Daddy, he reached his hand out. "Give me your cum rag slut." I froze. I had forgotten the cotton panties in my room. "I forgot it sir, I can go get it. I will be really quick." I was panicked that Daddy was going to snap, but he didn't Instead Daddy reached down and pulled me up so that he could wipe the tip of his cock clean on my shirt. "Those panties are the only way you can remove cum from your body. So I guess today you will just have to wear it like the slut you are." Daddy then patted me on the head and walked over to his closet. The idea of wearing cum on my face in public horrified me. Crawling over to Daddy I thrust my face into the crack of his ass, before he could say anything I started licking. He started to lose his balance but Daddy caught himself on the door. My buried my tongue in his opening and reached around gripping his cock firmly. I pumped his cock in unison with my tongue. My boipenis began to bulge painfully in my tight shorts. I almost cried out but I held it in long enough to bring Daddy to another orgasm. Daddy pushed my head back and turned around. Daddy started stroking his own cock, pumping it hard and fast till he shot a load all over my chest. "You are the best little slut I have ever had you know that. Use your shirt to clean your face." A mumbled thank you was all I said as I pulled the shirt up and wiped my face clean. Once I had my face cleared off I looked to Daddy who had some underwear on and was pulling a pair of jeans from a hanger. "Is there another tank top in the bedroom that I can use?" "There are quite a few shirts in there, But you are going to wear that one all day." Daddy finished getting dressed and walked out of his room. He stopped just outside the door and whistled for me to follow. Climbing into the passenger seat of Daddy's car I flushed bright red as he took my hand and rested it on his crotch. My hand was trembling as we pulled out of the driveway, and it didn't stop trembling till we pulled onto the freeway. Daddy reached down and started moving my hand back and forth along the shaft of his cock "We are going to get you some proper clothes today. A bunch of panties, and bras some skirts and dresses you know Sissy outfits. I was also thinking after seeing the state of my house you will be my new maid. We will get you a little maid's uniform and have you keep the place up." Daddy didn't ask how I felt about that and neither of us said anything else the rest of the trip. We pulled off the freeway in a bad part of town. Snaking his way through side streets Daddy pulled into the parking lot of sleazy adult shop. Daddy gave my hand a light slap, signaling me to stop. Looking around the parking lot I was terrified. "You said we were going to the mall." Daddy got out of the car motioning for me to follow him. When I didn't budge he walked around to the passenger side and opened my door. When I still didn't budge he reached in and grabbed my ear yanking me from the car. Once on my feet Daddy grabbed my boipenis through my shorts and squeezed it to the point of tears. "If it pleases me I can strip you naked right here and now and drag you in there to shop. Do you want to shop naked?" I furiously shook my head now and Daddy lessened his hold of my crotch. "Good, now to answer your inappropriate question. You lost the right to dress like a young lady yesterday. So now you will dress like the whore you so obviously are." Releasing my ear Daddy started for the door. I waited a second and again considered running, but I realized he was right. I was a whore, and I know that I was his whore. Reached the door before me Daddy waited with a courteous smile playing across his lips. Once I caught up he looked me up and down and said in an almost conspiratorial tone "Fix your panties." I looked down at the waist band of my short shorts but I didn't see any of the neon pink bikini bottoms showing. When I looked back at Daddy confused his smile turned to a joyous grin as he spun me around. Starting on my sides Daddy slipped his finger into my short and pulled the bikini bottoms up till they were clearly visible above my shorts. He worked his fingers around my entire waste until it looked like I was wearing a neon pink belt, only it was obvious I wasn't a belt that was showing. Daddy opened the door and pushed me inside with a firm smack on the ass. For a second I thought the inside of the building was abandoned it was near pitch black until my eyes adjusted. The outer walls of the store were lined with boxed products. The back wall was DVD's and the nearest to the entrance were blowup dolls, with the price going up the further you moved into the store. The center of the main room was filled with a dozen clothing racks. Most contained lingerie but a few contained sexy Halloween costumes and club wear. To the left of the entrance was a counter and just past that a rack with a few dozen pairs of spiked heels. A Sissy's New Daddy Ch. 03 Sitting behind the counter was a young woman barely older then I was. She was completely covered from the neck down in black, without even the tiniest bit of her pale skin showing below the neck. She looked up from a small tablet computer making eye contact with me just long enough to make her disgust clear. I spent the next hour being drug around the clothing racks. There were only three other customers but Daddy made sure that whenever one was near to talk about my new outfits. Two showed little interest in me but the last one lingered around me after Daddy made it clear what I was. Almost all of the clothes in the store looked normal from a few feet away, it wasn't till you looked closer that you noticed something was off. The dresses were sheerer then they should be and the skirts were shorter than was respectable. Daddy picked out three sun dresses and two pleated skirts with matching tube tops. He picked out seven bras for me and almost a dozen pair of thong panties. With a pile of clothes in my hand I assumed we were done, but Daddy had another idea. In the corner furthest from the entrance were two doors. One was locked and the other was obviously a dressing room. Standing at the entrance to the dressing room Daddy leaned in to me and whispered in my ear "Go in strip down to your bikini and come out giggling that you forgot your outfit." The dressing room was larger than I expected, and after seeing the size of the room I wasn't surprised to see the carpet was stained with cum. I striped off my shorts and tank top, before staring down at the floor. I was struck cold by all of the cum stains, who had left them and what nastiness was I about to let touch my feet. Pushing those thoughts from my mind I kicked off my shoes and stepped out. "Daddy, I forgot to get my new outfit." My voice was bubbly and perfect as I stepped out asking for some clothes. The man that had been lingering let out an audible gasp dropped the DVDs he had been caring around. Daddy handed me a sun dress and I went back into the dressing room as quick as I could. I pulled the dress over my head and let it settle into place before I turned back for the door. I put my hand on knob and wished more than anything that someone had thought to install a mirror in the dressing room. Stepping out I wasn't surprised to find my new gawker with a hand in his pocket. Daddy was leaning against a rack of panties flipping through them waiting patiently. "How do I look?" I said bouncing from the dressing room. Daddy smiled and motioned for me to twirl. As I came to a stop my head spinning just a bit I realized I hadn't been fast enough. A look from Daddy told me that. I spun again and this time I felt the dress rise up flashing my pink bikini bottoms. In a low voice Daddy told me to go back in and take of the dress and return it for another. I closed the door and slipped the dress over my head. Stepping back out in nothing but my pink string bikini I found the darkly dressed woman from the front counter marching towards Daddy and I. Her voice was scathing as she called out to us "I don't know what you two are up to but go play your games somewhere else." I expected Daddy to get gruff as he did with me, but he kept his cool while he answered her "We are not playing any game. This young lady needs some new outfits and I offered to help her shop." "Lady?" The voice was booming and so close to me that I felt the words move over my skin. I turned to find a large heavyset black man standing behind me. The other door was open now and I could see into the manager's office. "Looks more like a tom girl to me." The comment didn't faze Daddy but it put a flush in my cheeks. "Are you buying those clothes or what?" "Of course we are." Daddy answered calmly his eyes never leaving the managers. There were only a few feet between us and Daddy stepped to me and shoved the bundle of clothes into my hands. "Alright then hurry up and get going." The man didn't say anything else before turning and walking back into the office. His hand brushed against my ass as he turned but I was sure I was letting the insanity of the last two days get to my head. Daddy started towards the front counter with me following two steps behind him. We were half way to the front when Daddy turned back to me. I wasn't paying attention and walked right into him. He looked from me to the door and back again. I had no idea what he was thinking but I was sure that it wasn't going to be good for me. Taking the clothes he had just handed me Daddy reached around my back and took hold of the back of my bikini bottoms. Yanking them up hard enough to wedge them into my crack leaving even more of the bright pink material exposed. Daddy smiled as he whispered into my ear, "Go back to that office, tell the manager you are sorry for being so disruptive and is there anything you can do to make it up to him." I gave Daddy a pleading look begging him not to make me do that, but I could tell his mind was made up. As I walked back to the office I noticed that my newest 'fan' was still around and watching every move I made. We made eye contact for a second and blew him a kiss, the man flushed a deep red but smiled just the same. I honestly have no idea why I did it. The door to the manager's office was a cheap hollow door so when I knocked tapped really, the sound echoed slightly. The room was larger than I expected, though it was filled with boxes of merchandise. The manager gave me a quick once over before letting his eyes push me down. I couldn't meet his gaze and I quickly dropped my eyes to his waist then his crotch. There was a bulge there that I found myself desperately wanting to investigate. Wrapping his arm around me he took a hold of the bikini that was bunched up above my shorts and yanked me into the office. The manager shoved me into his desk bending me at the waist. Releasing my bikini, he took a hold of the sides of my shorts and started trying to yank them down. As tight as they where I knew he wasn't going to get them off, so I snaked my hands under my stomach and unbuttoned them. Once they were past my ass they slide easier and I quickly felt them around my ankles. "This is why sissy bitches should be in skirts." He pulled the bikini from my crack and spread my cheeks forcefully. I felt his thumb press against the opening of my boipussy. "Damn, girl you ain't lubed up." Laying across my back the heavy set man grabbed a bottle of lube. The bottle made a loud pop when he opened it and I flinched. I flinched again when I felt the cold liquid against my backside. As the man rubbed it in I felt the liquid warm. And when he slipped a finger into my boipussy the first time, I knew I had to get a bottle of this stuff. He slipped one, then two, and finally a third finger in my boipussy, pumping it in and out a few times. I couldn't take it anymore and I cried out to him "Please fuck me." Slipping his fingers from my backside I felt him press the tip of his cock to my opening. His voice was deep when he spoke again and it pulled me too him "Say it again. Say it properly." With a hand holding me firmly in place across his desk, the man began to rub the tip of his cock around my opening. My eyes fluttered and my breath caught as I tried to speak. He slipped the head of his cock just inside me and gave my ass a little bit of a pinch as he said "Say it." "Make..." I said breathlessly as he pulled the tip back. I wanted him so bad, that was the moment I realized that Daddy was right about me, that I really was a slut. I said what he wanted to hear so fast it all came out as one long word "pleasemakemeyourbitch." As the last syllable left my mouth he slammed his cock into me. It was glorious and smooth. I let out the most submissive sissy moan even and wiggled my ass back and forth as he pounded into me. In and out he was rhythmic and forceful, I wanted to speak to tell him I loved him anything to get him to keep fucking me except my voice was gone lost in the lust and excitement. I was hard as soon as he entered me, but just as my little penis was starting quiver I felt him spasm and his cum fill my boipussy. As soon as he was done he pulled out of me. I cried out my voice week with frustration "No please keep fucking me." "Sweet thing, you need to learn to get yours while you can cause a sissy is there to please a man. Not the other way around." He let go of my back and grabbed a towel from his desk to clean himself up. "Now scoot on out of here I have work to do." Standing up I settled my bikini bottoms in to place and watched as the manager slipped his magnificent cock back into his pants. Before I could pull my shorts up he stepped too me and wrapped his arms around me one he rested on my left cheek and the other her moved up my back till he could take a hold of my hair. Pulling my head back he bent down and kissed me. He pushed his tongue into my mouth and squeezed my ass. If Daddy hadn't been outside I would have spent the day there doing anything and everything he asked me too. As his lips pulled away from mine he leaned closer and whispered in my ear, "When you need a job you come see old Randal. I will get you a nice set up here." Randal smacked my ass hard and told me to leave. Only when I went to step away I couldn't move my feet. Looking down, Randal had his left foot planted firmly on my shorts. "I told you those aren't very girly why don't, you leave those here for me. As a memento." I crouched down and had to work one foot free before Randal would move his. Once he did I was able to get the shorts off completely and hand them too him. With the shorts in hand Randal opened the door and pushed me out. The room seemed so loud when I stepped out that for a moment I was afraid that a bunch of people had filed in while I was getting fucked, but thankfully it hadn't. It was still just Daddy, the checkout girl and my fan. Daddy was up at the counter leaning on the glass talking to the Goth checkout girl. She looked bored and annoyed so I am had a feeling he was hitting on her. My stalker was still at the back of the store and when he saw I wasn't wearing any shorts the bulge in his pants expanded quite a bit. I almost walked over and grabbed the guys crotch just to mess with him, but I didn't because I figured if Daddy saw he would make me do something with the guy. I figured blowing him the kiss was enough teasing for today. Of course Daddy made me do something anyways so I suppose there was no point in ignoring the guy. As I neared the front Daddy was helping the cashier stuff a pink maid's uniform into a large black bag. I had forgotten about my new after school job. Taking his receipt Daddy stuffed it into his pocket and we started out. I wanted to ask for a dress but I reminded myself that I was wearing a bikini and not panties, and it was summer after all so it wasn't like I was completely indecent. Just as Daddy pushed the door open the phone at the front counter rang. "Hey, freaky kid." Both Daddy and I turned at the same time. The Goth chick had turned from the door slightly and was talking in a hushed tone. She was quiet but still louder then she wanted because I heard her call who ever she was talking to Master. Lowering the phone she shook her head and then turned her attention to me, saying "My boss wants you to know that he was serious about that Job offer." I felt my face burn bright red and I practically pushed Daddy out of the store. I looked back just in time to see my stalker smile at me as he set a movie down on the counter. Daddy was laughing all the way to the car. My humiliation exploded when I started to feel Randal's cum dripping into the back of my bikini bottoms. I hurried to Daddy's car and stood by the passenger side door with the handle in my hand waiting for him to climb in and flip the lock. Except he didn't unlock my door, he rolled down the window instead. "So where are your shorts?" Turning my attention back to the store I started to tell him where they were but my stalker walked out. His movie was in a bag now and he was openly fondling himself, when I realized that only a few minutes earlier I was considering doing that for him turned my blood cold. Daddy cleared his throat and I looked back to him. "Forget the shorts, you future boss was right you are dressed too much like a boy. I want you to go over to that man and offer him your bikini." I had taken two steps towards the man when I heard Daddy call me back. I wanted to believe he was going to tell me he was just kidding and to get in the car. But he didn't instead he made my task just a little bit more humiliating. "Ditch the tennis shoes and put these on." Daddy passed a shoe box though the car window. Opening the box I found a six inch clear acrylic spiked heels. My shoulders sagged as I kicked my tennis shoes off. I pulled my socks off and slipped my feet into the heels. Stuffing my socks into the discarded Tennis shoes I set them inside the car. "Don't forget to give him the top to that bikini too, ok honey." "Ok Daddy." I wanted to beg him to let me get into the car but I knew that would have just given Daddy an excuse to ratchet up the humiliation so I hurried across the parking lot. My stalker was standing next to his car with his hand shoved into his unzipped pants. He was already panting hard when I walked up to him. I knew getting him off was going to be the easy part. I started off by reaching down and pulling his hand free of his pants, replacing it with my own. "I am so sorry that I got you all hot and bothered." My voice gave out but he was too horny to notice my apprehension. It took a deep breath and snaked my fingers around his cock, which gave me just enough time to get started again "I wanted to give you my bikini as a sort of token to show how sorry that I am." Stalker guy pulled his hand from my pants and drug me behind his car. Bending me over the trunk of his car, he took ahold of the sides of my bikini and yanked it down. Once the bottoms were around my ankles I felt him bury his face in my boipussy. That was the most exquisite thing I had ever felt something so amazing, I moaned loudly and he pushed his tongue into me. At that moment if he promised do that again I would have done anything he asked me too. I barely felt him work my bikini off of my feet, but as soon as he did he pulled his tongue away from my pussy. I let out a little sigh and started to stand up but he pushed me back down. I could tell he was fumbling with his belt and I knew what was coming next so I reached back and spread my cheeks for him. As soon as I did I felt his cock slid into me. His cock wasn't as large as Randal's but it still felt amazing as he pumped in and out. Once he was inside me I let go of my cheeks and forced a hand under my stomach grasping my hardening boipenis. With two quick strokes I was hard again. Stalker guy reached up and snaked his fingers through my hair grabbing hold as he thrust harder into me. And the harder he thrust the more forceful I jerked my own little penis. Just as I was about to cum I felt him spasm. His breath grew heavy and he pulled my hair harder as he thrust into me for a final time. Without his cock sawing in and out of me I went limp and I wanted to cry. He pulled out and started to pull his pants back up. Again I tried to stand and again he pushed me back down onto the trunk of his car. I looked back over my shoulder and watched him buckle his pants up. He seemed stronger now, or maybe I was just weaker I don't know, but he didn't look at me the same way. I wsa just a conquest now, something he had used and was done with. Reaching under my shirt he undid the back of my bikini top. Once it was untied he pushed it and my shirt over my head and left me standing behind his car naked. "Can I have my shirt back please." He didn't look back at me till he got to the driver's door. The expression on his face told me the answer I was just a pathetic sex toy to him. And the clothes were his trophy now. He didn't say anything he just climbed in his car and left. I stood there flashing my naked body to the world for a full minute after he left, and then like a little light had been turned on I panicked and dove behind the nearest car. Poking my head out from behind the car I waved to Daddy. I know that he saw me because he waved back. I motioned for him to come to me and when the car didn't move I knew I was going to have to walk across the parking lot. I started to step out and make a run for it when I thought I heard a car coming. I dove back behind the car just in time, because the cop who pulled into the lot didn't see me. He pulled in next to Daddy and the two started talking. I couldn't hear what they were saying but I was terrified he was looking for the two guys who just fucked in the parking lot. As I sat there terrified I began to worry that Daddy would be arrested, if they impounded his car what would happen to the little nude sissy he left in the parking lot. After what seemed like forever the cop left. As he pulled away I poked my head out to see Daddy. He had a hand up motioning me to come to him, and as frantic as he was I knew he wanted me to hurry. My heart was still thumping from the cop so I hurried across the parking lot faster than I thought I could walk in heels. So you can imagine how shocked I was when I got to his car and found Daddy had still not unlocked the door. He tossed me one of the sundresses and said "You may be just a slut, but even sluts need panties. And you aren't ruining the nice new ones I picked out for you. So put the dress on and go back in side and pick yourself out some panties." As I was slipping the silk sundress over my head I realized it wasn't a dress at all but a nightie. The spaghetti straps settled nicely on my shoulder and I was happy to find that the hem hung lower the shorts I had been wearing all morning. Once the 'dress' was on Daddy started talking again "Here is a $20 go in there and pick out what ever pair of panties that you want, but you have to put them on at the front counter after you pay for them. Do you understand?" I nodded yes as I crumpled the $20 up and started for the store. The front door chimed as I entered and I was happy that, besides Randle who was in the back office still and the Goth counter girl I was alone. I hurried to the panties and looked around quickly for a pair of full cut briefs. I don't know why I thought a porn shop would have anything so mundane. So really I shouldn't have been surprised when I didn't find them, but I was none the less. What I did find was a very sexy pair of lace boyshorts, and they were a two pack. I hoped Daddy would be ok with me getting them they were full coverage but lace is always sexy. I grabbed the hanger with a pink pair and a green pair. I hurried to the counter and paid. The Goth chick didn't look as annoyed with me as she did when Daddy was around. She rang me up and slipped the panties into a black plastic bag. "You know that guy can't force you to do anything. I know a guy, he comes in here sometimes he's a cop. I can call him and he can help you." I wanted to tell her everything, and for a moment I almost did. But what if her friend did stop him, he was a cop so that would mean a trial. A trial meant everyone would know the truth about me. Of course there was a trial anyways wasn't there. I pulled the panties from the bag and separated out the pink pair, stuffing the green ones back in. Beyond just the trial, I was having some fun and that confused me more than anything else. I slipped them up my legs and settled them into place before I responded to her. "I am fine I like my life." Taking the bag and Daddy's change I started for the door. Taking a hold of the door knob I looked back over my shoulder "Thanks anyways but the last thing I need is a cop." There was enough of a breeze outside to pick up the hem of my nightie. Casually I reached down and put my hands behind my back. Daddy didn't notice that I was keeping my panties from being flashed about so thankfully. I was allowed into the car without incident. A Sissy's New Daddy Ch. 03 As I settled down in the passenger seat Daddy looked over to me. "What is in the bag." "The panties I picked out were a two pack, so she bagged up the other pair." I said as I lifted my nightie to show him my panties. Once he nodded I pulled the other pair out of the bag to show him. Daddy rolled his eyes at me as if he could care less about the other pair. As we pulled out of the parking lot a phone began to ring the ringtone was an old Madonna song, that one where she is talking to her father. Daddy fished a phone out of his pocket and handed it to me. "You forgot this earlier." It was the same phone that had been in the box Friday night. The phone showed a picture of my Father. I was confused but I pressed the talk button and held it to my ear, "Hello." "Tell me son, how are you enjoying your weekend alone." I couldn't answer. My voice was lost twisted up somewhere down in the pit of my stomach. "Are you there?" My Father had to ask me that question three times before I answered. And even then it was a very weak yes. "Great, Man we are getting terrible reception up here. So are you enjoying yourself?" I found the word yes so I went with it again, and this time it didn't sound as weak. My Father barely listened to my response instead he rambled on about his teen years. As my Father spoke my fake Daddy reached over and slipped his hand under my nighty. As his fingers brushed against the lace an electric wave buzzed through my entire body. As my boipenis stiffened I was humiliated and excited all at the same time. Once I was hard Daddy wrapped his fingers around me and gently stroked me. Even after my numerous climaxes that day I was quickly ready for another. I don't remember what my father said, or what I even answered the rest of the conversation. What I do remember from that moment is Daddy bringing me pleasure and the glorious feeling of my hot cum soaking into my panties and dribbling down onto the back of the nighty. +++++++++++++++ The loud buzzer startled both Terry and Billy. The guard that had been eyeing Billy the whole visit immediately started towards the two. Terry looked from the guard to Billy with a panicked look, she wanted answers but she didn't want to come back. "Please tell me. My father wasn't a monster, I know he wasn't" Billy soaked in her words but didn't answer. Every muscle in his face was twitching as he looked at Terry his rage ready to boil over. Before he answered the guard arrived and put his hand on the back of Billy's neck. The change in him was immediate, his shoulders slumped and his gaze fell to the floor. His voice was quite when he spoke again. "Every monster I have ever met, had someone who thought he was a pretty good guy." "Let's go 129873, times up." The guard said as he lifted Billy from the chair. Once, Billy was on his feet the guard took a hold of his right arm and pulled him towards a door marked no exit. Terry didn't move, she just sat there watching the answers to her questions being led away. They were half way to the door when the Guard finally removed his hand from Billy's neck. He slipped into the back of Billy's pants and yanked a pair of Bright yellow silk panties up, hard enough that Billy came off his feet for just a second. Terry sucked in a shocked breath and for just a moment started to wonder if everything she had just been told was true. +++++++++++++++ The office had a more books then Junior had ever seen outside of the county library. Today was important to him and he was terrified he was going to screw it up. The door creaked as it opened and an older man walked slowly in. He took a seat behind the desk and pulled a file from the bottom of the pile. He flipped through the packet barely spending any time on any of the pages. "So, Mr." The man paused flipping back to the first page. "Jackson. Looking at your grades I am guessing that you are big fan of law and order." Junior shifted uncomfortable in his seat. "I don't understand sir." "Oh we get a few of you folks every year. You watch too much TV and you think that being a lawyer will be a great way to make money." The man said as he flipped to the last page looking over one of the six letters of reference Junior had included. The application required three but Junior didn't want to risk it. "I don't care about money, Mr. Forsyth." Junior answered as his eyes drifted to the large pile of folder identical too what he was just now figuring out was his. "Idealist then, you want to change the world." Forsyth called back, flipping to the first of the letters of Recommendation. Junior took a deep breath and sat up straighter in his chair, squaring his jaw before he spoke again. "Sir, I don't give a spit about the rest of the world. I have a friend that I care deeply for and they are sitting in prison right now for a crime they didn't commit." Forsyth lowered the file and looked Junior square in the eye. "I was there every day for the trial and his lawyer," Junior paused looking for the right way to continue, "could have done a better job. I can't afford a good lawyer so I will just have to do it myself." Sitting back in his chair Forsyth finished reading one of the letters before setting the folder down. "Give me one reason I should even consider you for this program?" Junior took a moment and looked down at his calloused hands, rubbing his fingers over his palms. "I'm not going to call in sick, I aint gonna skip a class or a lecture. My first thought every morning is of my friend and so is my last thought. Every day they sit in prison is a day I have failed them. And like I said I can't afford a good lawyer so I am gonna have to become one." Turning his chair slightly Forsyth looked at picture on the far wall. "I'm just curious, Mr. Jackson. How many other schools did you apply too?" Junior licked his dry lips taking a moment before answering, "All of them." A Sissy's New Daddy Ch. 04 It was with great pleasure that I am finally able to upload chapter 4 of "A Sissy's New Daddy" I have spent the better part of a year working on this chapter. I was surprisingly hard to get down on paper. I want to thank all the readers that have taken a time to comment and rate the chapters of this story. It has meant a great deal to me and has at a few dark times been all that has kept me going. A small technical note, I gave this story a good once over, but I have not brought in an outside editor. I did so in past chapters and while it was helpful and appreciated the process simply took longer than I hoped it would. So please enjoy this next chapter and if you are new to the series please go back and read the earlier chapters. ************ The heavy steel door was pushed open with Billie pressed firmly against it. It opened onto the same storage room that the guard, Mitchell always used when he came for Billie. Their meetings had become a regular occurrence at the end of the week. Mitchell watched Billie like a hawk every day. He never stopped any of the inmates from harassing him, but he made sure Billie didn't speak to any of the other guards. Fridays had become a mixed blessing for Billie, the other inmates left him alone when Mitchell was going to use him, but Mitchell himself was temperamental man. "129873, what is your name?" Mitchell said adjusting his crotch through the heavy guards uniform. "129873, doesn't have a name." Billie said as he stripped off his orange prison uniform. His yellow silk panties practically glowed against his pale skin. He didn't need to be ordered to strip he knew the routine by now. "What is your purpose?" Mitchell asked as he leaned against set of empty shelves. His eyes covering every inch of Billie as the young man crawled over to his feet. "Sir, 129873, lives only to please real men." Billie answered his voice smooth and even. Still acting on routine he reached up and with trembling hands undid Mitchell's belt. Reaching down Mitchell gently caressed Billie's cheek. A smile spread across his lips as his belt came free and Billie unzipped his pants. "I really want to ask about that tattoo you have, Sissy Bimbo, how fitting. But you see I read the statement you gave to the police again today. That's good stuff, it never fails to get me hard" Mitchell said as he took a firm hold of Billie's chin. "I want you to tell me about the football player." "The coach?" Billie asked as he slipped his cold fingers into the Mitchell's silk boxers. "No, we will get to him I want you to start at the beginning. The poker party... ******* I had just gotten off work at the porn shop and was waiting just outside the entrance for Daddy to pick me up. Randal had been busy that day so we hadn't screwed around, so I was more than a little horny. If one of the half dozen customers that walked past me while I was waiting had even given me a second look I would have dove for their cocks in a heartbeat. Three months of constant sexual debasement had turned me into a pretty wanton slut. While my wardrobe had evolved a bit by that time, I was wearing a boy costume that day. Daddy didn't bother pulling into the parking lot, he came to a stop at the curb and gave a light honk of the horn. I had already seen him but I think he wanted to make anyone who happened to see us think I was a hooker. Climbing into the passenger seat of his car I wasn't too surprised to find his cock was already out and hard. I leaned across the seat and took him into my mouth, Daddy's cock was warm and already dripping precum. I could feel Daddy's meaty hand fumbling around with the back of my pants; So I reached under me and unbuttoned my jeans. Daddy pushed my jeans up and over my ass before quickly pushing the back of my pink silk thong aside. I felt his finger probing my boipussy and was reminded just how little cock I had gotten that day. When I felt his finger slid in I instantly started to push back and ride his finger. When Daddy stuck a second finger in me I started bucking like crazy, and I felt his cock start to quiver and spasm as he pumped a load of cum into my mouth. As soon as he came Daddy pulled his fingers out of my boipussy. I swallowed hard sucking the last little bit of cum from Daddy as I carefully slid his quickly softening cock from my mouth. Daddy had mellowed quite a bit since I started being his slut, but his temper would still flair up every now and again. I slipped his cock, back in his pants and zipped him up before I plopped down in my seat. My pants were still at mid-thigh exposing not only my pink panties but my matching pink garter and stockings. Daddy had expanded my daily sissy wardrobe a while back. He had started making me wear a bra every day, I added the stockings and then the garter belt myself. When I started to pull my pants up Daddy told me not too, which meant he had more plans for me today. I kicked my tennis shoes off and pushed my jeans down into a pile at my feet. I pulled my shirt off and grabbed the whole mess and tossing it in Daddy's backseat. Daddy waited about fifteen minutes to give me a slip to cover myself. If he was trying to humiliate me he was out of date. A few months ago my heart would have been racing and my boipenis hard. Of course my boipenis was still hard but being naked or close to naked in public wasn't as terrifying as it used to be. When he finally decided to let me cover up, Daddy handed me a deep purple silk nightgown. It came down to my ankles and was slit up both sides to just above my waist. Once I had the gown settled daddy slipped his hand through the slit in the side and started to massage my boipenis. That told me that Daddy had stopped watching the webcast he made me run every day, I hadn't been able to cum like a boy in weeks. If a cock wasn't pounding my boipussy, I wasn't going to cum. I let Daddy fondle me the rest of the way, moaning occasionally to keep his wrath at bay. I was completely lost when Daddy pulled off the main road. Who ever lived here, liked being out in the middle of nowhere. There were about a half dozen cars parked along the dirt road leading up to the house. The house was large and well maintained but very old. Two men were standing on the porch beers in hand. I was worried for a half second that Daddy had whored me out to some kind of stag party or another Gangbang. Daddy hadn't organized a group event since that first weekend, but I was still terrified it would happen. Since that first weekend all my slutting around had been one on one or the occasional two on one. Daddy pulled to a stop in front of the house and hopped out as soon as the engine died. A quick nod meant I was supposed to follow. At my feet were a pair of six inch acrylic heels, I strapped my feet into them and slid out of the car. Smoothing out my nighty I walked around the car my stomach twisting into knots. Both men on the porch looked me over like a piece of prime meat. Three steps led up to the entrance of the house. Daddy waited at the base for me. Taking my hand Daddy made the show of a gentlemen making sure I didn't stumble in my heels. As I reached the top off the stairs the older of the two men, late forties if I had to guess, took a hold of my waist and pulled me too him. His hands were all over me, slipping into my nightgown and past my pink thong. Slipping a finger into my boipussy the man spun me around pressing me into the porches railing. Once I was pinned against the railing, the man bent me at the waist. Pinned against the railing he pulled his hand from my boipussy and wrapped the back of my nightgown around his hand and pulled. The flimsy silk tore easily with my body weight holding half of it down. With it now in two pieces the man let his half fall to the ground. His voice was calm but dripping with malice "On my property bitches, keep themselves properly displayed. Tell me Frank is this slut going to be better than that last one you trained." Daddy answered him with a hint of humiliation and anger in his voice, "Yeah George he is a lot better. I tell you I learned a lot from that twat." The man holding me, George didn't answer he just went back to probing my boipussy with his finger. The other man spoke next, "So how long have you been training this one?" Daddy liked that question better, and answered quickly "A few months, she broke pretty quick. She knew that she was a slut and has really embraced her place in life." I tried to look over my shoulder but George smacked me on the back of my head for trying. His voice was quiet and scared the hell out of me. "She... A sissy at its basis is an IT. A really well trained Sissy can be called a girl. Are you a well-trained sissy?" When I answered quietly, George stuck his thumb in me and using his middle finger he slowly messaged the skin between my boipussy and penis. "What was that now my little cock slut?" His hand was making it hard for me to concentrate, if he kept this up I would be moaning to loudly to do anything but get fucked. George's motions were so smooth and casual that I didn't feel him gripping my sissy balls until he squeezed them tight. I drilled my eyes closed as I screamed out in pain. All three men laughed at me, as I begged to be released. George just held them tight listening to me begging and pleading. My cock that had been hard all afternoon softened and tears filled my eyes. Just as quick as he started squeezing, George stopped. Even with his iron grip released my sissy balls still throbbed. I sucked in a huge gulp of air trying desperately not to lose control of myself. My hands were shaking so bad I couldn't do anything with them, George slipped his hand back between my legs and gently cupped my balls. I didn't wait for him to squeeze or even speak, I yelled out as loud as I could. "I am a well-trained sissy slut." George took his hand away from my balls and unzipped his pants. The pain in my balls had masked that George had pulled his thumb from my boipussy and I didn't realize it until he pressed the head of his cock against me. "You know what to do." I pressed my hands onto the wooden railing I was bent over and pushed myself back into George's cock. He slipped into me easily as I let out a quite moan. Once I felt Georges body on my backside I stopped and waited for him to fuck me. A small slap on my side told me that George expected me to do all the work. I started moving my hips back and forth in a circular motion, speeding up a little every few minutes when George gave me a light slap to spur me on. No matter how hard I pounded my boipussy against George's cock he seemed completely indifferent as he stood behind me talking. "You know what your problem is Frank?" George paused waiting for Daddy to answer him. I quickened my pace hoping to distract George and maybe keep Daddy from getting mad. I knew he wasn't going to be able to yell at George so he would have to take that anger out on me. "You think that these toys are people, they aren't people they are sub people at best. It isn't enough that the slave 'embraces' its true self." George let out a laugh as he said that last part and took a firm hold of my hips. "You need to abuse these fuck holes till they live and breathe to please you." With his hands on my hips George pushed me forward till I was pinned against the railing. Pounding against my back side George felt massive. I was moaning loudly when he finally came pumping the largest load I had ever felt filling my boipussy. Pulling his still hard cock from me, George pumped it a few times send a last few blasts onto my ass. I felt fingers curl into my hair pulling me upright, George turned me to face him and squeezed my nose tight. He looked me in the eye as he spoke, there was a darkness there I had never seen, George I realized was truly evil. "For the rest of the night you will refer to yourself as TWATboi. Go on give it a try." When I didn't say anything George slipped is hand into the front of my panties, leaning in close to my ears. "Sissy's don't need balls, I know a doctor and it may cost me a bit but I think it might just be worth it." My words came out in a jumble, "Please don't take Twatboi's balls. Please I will do anything." George smiled, his lips quivering with excitement as he looked me up and down. With a voice as charming as I have ever heard, George told me how things were going to be. "Nice first step, but you don't own anything, these are your masters balls. Now you owe him an apology for thinking you possessed anything. If you get this right I won't punish you for the mistake you just made" I looked to Daddy, he didn't look happy, but he wasn't unhappy with me he was made at George. I bowed my head and spoke clearly while keeping my voice low. "I am sorry that I thought that I owned my balls." Looking back at George I knew I was wrong, he had a shine in his eyes that told me he was happy I had screwed up. I never saw his hand, coming or going, but my cheek burned as if someone had held a bathed it in burning embers. Tears filled my eyes but I knew I couldn't start bawling, if I cried George would own me. "You need to forget the word I there is no I, My, or Me in your life. You are Twatboi and that is how you will refer to yourself. Do you understand." I started to speak but George smacked me again, this time on the other cheek. George lowered his voice and sounded sweet; if I hadn't seen his dark side I would have been charmed. "Do you understand?" I nodded my head as George pulled me close kissing me deeply. My boipenis twitched as I closed my eyes. I kept reminding myself that George was evil but his tongue was warm as it slipped into my mouth. I felt his hands move around my waist and cup my buttocks lifting me oh so gently. Dropping me with no warning. George gave me ass hard swat and sent me inside. I spent the next three hours shuttling drinks and empty bottles back around the house. The men used every chance they had to fondle and grope me. I few months back I had hated being groped. It seems it is an acquired taste, because walking around the party that night I felt down right special with all those men paying attention to me. At the three hour mark is when Daddy started losing. I don't know a lot about poker but watching from outside the game, it looked to me like George and his friends were playing Daddy for a fool. He couldn't see it and I wasn't about to tell him. Of course he ran out of money before he ran out of desire to play. I can't prove it, but I think George was dealing from the bottom of the deck. Once Daddy was out of money he started trading favors, from me. A lap dance here and a blow job there. Within another two hours I had swallowed a load from every man at the table except George that is. Once he had Daddy where he wanted him, George laid the bet. Most of the nights money was in the pot. "You win and you take the pot home . I win I get the pot and the sissy for the rest of the night." Daddy couldn't resist, he immediately waved me over. As soon as I was at his side he yanked my panties down and tossed them in to the pot, along with the rest of his chips. I didn't watch George he knew the outcome. I wanted to see Daddy's face. Watching him get taken was amazing. George tossed me my panties and sent me under the table. His cock, was nice, straight and hard as a rock. No matter how much love a gave his cock he wouldn't come. After a couple of hands I heard the front door open and felt three HARD flicks on the top of my head. I zipped George's pants up and climbed out from under the table just as George started to speak "Mike, it is about time you got home. I got a present for you." I recognized Mike, he was on the football team. I wish I could see he was a nice guy, like Junior But he wasn't Mike was a cruel douchebag, just like his father. He didn't even say anything to me or his dad, he just licked his lips as he grabbed me by the back of the neck. Mike bent me at the waist and pulled me through the house and down to the basement. I almost fell going down the stairs but thankfully I was able to catch myself on the railing. At the bottom of the stairs Mike swung his door open and shoved me inside. Standing back up I found Mike going through the top drawer of his dresser. I started to say something but he shot me a look. A small pile had started to form on the top of his dresser. A cheerleader skirt, or at least it was supposed to be I don't think any school would let the girls wear something that short, pompoms, a ball gag, and a couple of cameras. I didn't have a good feeling for the rest of my night. "Undress me." I walked over to mike and started with his pants. I undid his belt and was about to pop button on his jeans when he stopped me. Taking a hold the belt buckle he pulled it free from his pants. The belt was an Inch and a half side and a quarter inch thick. He rolled it up and tossed it on top of the dresser with the other supplies. Pulling his pants down I wasn't surprised to see that Mike wasn't the undergarment type. I was surprised that he was only a bit over six inches. With his pants piled around his feet I fumbled with Mike's shoes. Once I got them off I stood back up and pulled Mike's shirt over his head. He was fit but lazy, his muscled tone was held together right now by his teenage metabolism. I took a hold of his cock and he instantly stiffened. I bent my head down and took a nipple into my mouth. It was salty from sweat, and downright delicious. As I rolled his nipple around my tongue I felt him get harder. I moved to his other nipple as he put his hand on the back of my head. With one hand I stroked his cock and with the other I gently massaged his balls. I knew it wouldn't take long. Mike sat himself down and spread his legs wide. With every breath Mike took his cock would bounce just a little. I locked my eyes on his and knelt down to swallow his cock when Mike shook his head no. I was confused for a second and then Mike motioned for me to step forward. I took a little step and Mike spun me around. His finger felt rough as they slipped into my panties. Two fingers easily slipped into my boipussy as he pulled my panties aside. He pumped his fingers gently into me. It was like priming an engine I was ready to go. The fingers pulled out just before I felt the head of Mike's cock brush against my opening. I lowered myself down savoring every inch of him as filled me. Once he was buried in me, Mike shoved two fingers into my mouth, they were the same two that had just left me. I tasted George and remembered him fucking me on the patio. My little boipenis strained against the front of my panties. I reached down to pull it free but Mike slapped my hand away. Feeling Mike's hairy thighs against mine I knew I was all the way down. I reached around behind me and squeezed Mike's abs before planting my hands just under my ass. Slowly I started to bring myself back up. He felt bigger pulling out. Just as his cock was about to pop from me Mike grabbed my waist and slammed me down. A spasm of joy rolled through my whole body as the wind rushed out of my lungs. Mike didn't wait for me to catch my breath, he just started lifting me and dropping me. He was stronger than I thought and felt good to have him pounding into me. My Boipenis hardened instantly and seconds later I shot a load all over the inside of my panties. Mike wasn't done and he kept pounding away. Rubbing against silk panties wet with cum got me hard again, I was just about to cum a second time when Mike jerked me down for a final time. He pressed my backside hard into his lap and grunted as he filled my boipussy with a hot load of cum. I don't know how long it had been since someone serviced Mike but he came and came, filling me to the point of overflow. Sliding my panties back into place they were quickly soaked with the river of cum pouring from my backside. I turned around expecting to see Mike lulled in bliss, instead he looked angry. "Hey Bitch, this cock ain't gonna clean itself." A Sissy's New Daddy Ch. 05 When the loud speaker blared that Billie had a visitor he was tied to a stool. Billie had become a plaything for a few of the more business savvy residents of Blofield State Penitentiary. When prisons became smoke free buildings cigarettes were no longer the illicit currency of choice. Stamps had come into fashion because they couldn't keep you from mailing letters - it was a right after all. Every Friday for ten stamps you could pump a load into Billie's bare boipussy. On Sunday it cost twenty stamps but they would dress him in a new set of matching bra and panties. Today they had dressed Billie in a Christmas themed set made of red crushed velvet with a band of faux fur on the bra cups and around the waistband of the panties. Carmichael and Fitz stood around for five minutes trying to decide on what to do. Billie was the perfect toy because no one cared about him, but now he had a visitor, he hadn't had a visitor for months. A visitor could start asking questions and a bribed guard only had your back for so long. Fitz shook his head and waved for everybody to leave as he said "Cunt boy has a meeting." As he started to untie Billie's hands and feet the door to the storage room burst open. "What the hell are you doing Inmate." Fitz looked up and rolled his eyes. Standing in the door was an overweight mass of a man stuffed into a prison guard uniform. "I am getting him untied relax." Billie couldn't see the guard but he knew who it was just from the look of contempt on Fitz's face. He was one of the front desk guards the other residents called him, Fatty Patty. He acted tough but always did whatever a resident told him to. Fitz jerked Billie to his feet and shoved a bright orange prison jump suit into his hands. "Put this on and get the fuck out of here." Fitz said as he turned to Fatty and started barking orders at the guard "Why didn't you send them away say he was in the hole or something?" Before Fatty could answer, Fitz waved his hand in the air. "Fuck it. Whatever, we will do an encore tomorrow, but you owe us some new lingerie and make sure there are stockings. We'll doll the bitch up again, and well give ourselves a little Christmas bonus." Fitz said as he slapped Billie on the ass hard enough to leave a deep red hand print. Billie pulled his prison uniform on quickly and scurried out of the room as Fatty and Fitz were hashing out the details the last thing he heard was something about an elf hat. The cell block was a minefield of groping hands as Billie made his way to the visitor center. By waved to the guard to buzz him through Billie had to pick his panties out of his back side, his fingers came back coated in cum. The door buzzed and Billie pushed it open while licking his fingers clean. Sitting quietly in the far back corner of the visitor's center was Terry, Billie hadn't seen her in months. Crossing the room to her, Billie was suddenly very concise of how he was dressed. At least no one groped him in front of her, no one wanted to look like a leach in front of their family. "I didn't think I would ever see you again." "I didn't think my dad could do that, could make someone a slave." Terry's words caught in her throat. "I talked to my mother, and she said..." Terry was silent for a moment and then two. Taking a deep breath she started talking again. "I told her some of the things you said, some of the things he made you do. I expected outrage, not 'Your father had his dark times'. "Why did you come back then?" Billie hadn't looked her in the eye yet, he didn't want to have any sympathy for Terry. Telling her everything was the only chance he had left of getting revenge on Daddy. If he could make her know the real him, to hate the real him then Billie would win. "Sometimes you have to hear things whether you want to or not... ***** "What can I say Richard, Something's you gotta hear whether you like it or not." Daddy boomed into the phone louder than he had to. In my head I could see whoever was on the other side jerking their head away from the phone. Daddy turned to me and frowned shaking his head. "Listen Richard I don't have all day to explain this to you. I have another fire to put out." Daddy ended the call and tossed the phone on to his desk. He looked me up and down and shook his head again. I was barely out of bed when I got Daddy's message that morning to come over, and to dress casual. I guess I had dressed to Casual. I was wearing a pink silk thong, skinny jeans and a t-shirt that showed a sliver of my stomach as I moved. I skipped a bra and stockings - It was casual after all. "I thought we were past you pretending to be a boy." Daddy said as he started to walk over to me. He forced two fingers into the waist band of my jeans and twisted my panties around his fingers. Pulling up hard Daddy freed the panties from my jeans and buried them into my boipussy all at the same time. "Well at least you are wearing panties. Strip off the rest of your clothes, and leave your panties just like they are." "Daddy, They are woman's jeans." I said as Daddy moved to the door. He stopped and looked over his shoulder at me. "Get those clothes off, bend over my desk and spread your legs. And shove those little panties up your boipussy." My hands started to shake, Daddy changing his mind was never a good thing. I pushed the jeans down my legs and kicked my sneakers off. I slipped my shirt over my head and tossed it onto the pile of clothes. I had just bought those Jeans and was hoping that Daddy didn't destroy them. I stepped out of my panties and held them up in front of me. They were the cutest panties I had a little pink silk thong with lace around all the edges. I heard Daddy's heavy footsteps coming down the hall as I balled the little silk panties up and bent over the heavy wood desk. Reaching between my legs I started shoving the flimsy material into me as Daddy stomped into the room. "Stop." My hands froze as soon as Daddy spoke. "You aren't done yet, I think more than just a spanking is in order." My panties tickled as they were slowly pulled from my boipussy. Once they were clear Daddy pumped two fingers in and out a few times, "Well at least you had enough sense to keep your boipussy nice and wet." I heard the metallic zing of a zipper and felt the head of Daddy's cock at my back side. He slipped just the tip and then slowly pushed himself deep inside of me. MY eyes rolled into the back of my head and I moaned with pleasure. With his cock still buried in me, Daddy laid across my back and whispered in my ear. "I said punishment you stupid little wannabe cunt." Daddy pulled out and slammed his cock back into me. I cried out and my boipenis stiffened. Daddy pounded my a few more times with his fingers wrapped around my boipenis. Once I was completely hard he stopped. I peeked over my shoulder and watched as Daddy used my panties to clean his cock, Once he was clean Daddy squatted down and took a hold of my boipenis. He gave it a couple of gentle tugs and then wrapped his finger around my balls and firmly pulled them away from my body. He hooked the leg of my panties on his thumb and started wrapping them around the base of my boipenis, he wrapped them tight before knotting them. "There that should be a nice reminder, and now for your punishment." I heard Daddy's belt slide from his pants, the thick leather creaking as he folded it over. " Time for a little test, Do you want twenty hard swats on your pathetic little boipenis and when you're done you get to dress like a slut, OR do you want 10 really hard swats on your little sissy ass and you will dress like a whore for the rest of the day. Go on now, pick." I knew that no matter what Daddy said or called it I was going to be dressed like a whore regardless, I just wanted to stop some of the pain that was coming my way. "I will go with the the second option." Just as I finished speaking Daddy smaked my ass hard enough that I cried out, "That isn't how a sissy whore should talk, ask me properly. And that one doesn't count." I waited a second and caught my breath. I knew if I added to what he wanted to hear Daddy would go a little easy on me. "Daddy will you beat my sissy ass really hard and help me dress like a mindless whore." I heard Daddy sigh just before smacking my backside harder than I had ever been spanked before. I cried out a second time, but thankfully had enough thought to say something "One!" Daddy smacked me a second time and I cried out TWO. Daddy laughed and rushed through the last eight spanks. Daddy dropped his belt on the table and rushed around to shove his cock down my throat. He grabbed the back of my head and pounded away at my face, within moments I could taste precum smear across my tongue. As Daddy's cock began to spasm I felt the first rope of his hot cum sliding down my throat. Daddy pushed his cock deeper one last time and let loose his full load. Once Daddy was done cumming he pulled his cock from my mouth and wiped it on my cheeks. "Ok time to get dressed, I laid some clothes out in your room, go get dressed. Your panties stay just like they are now." Slowly I stood up and walked into the guest room of Daddy's house. Laid out on the bed was a neon pink bra with a matching garter belt. Daddy had also laid out a pair of pink opaque stockings. I missed the sun dress at first it was the same bright white of the bed spread and disappeared. As I slipped the opaque stockings up my legs I noticed were Daddy had left out a pair of 6" pink vinyl heels. As soon as my legs were clad in pink silk I slipped the shoes on and strapped them tight. If daddy walked in on me getting dressed seeing me in the heels would make him happy. Next I wrapped the bra around my chest before doing the same around my waist with the garter belt. Once all my lingerie was in place, I turned my attention to the dress. It was delicate and while not transparent the neon pink I wore under it would clearly show through. I closed my eyes as I slid the dress over my head letting the material cascade down my body caressing every inch as it went down.my boipenis twitched as the dress slid over its head. My breath caught in my throat and I almost lost my balance on the six inch heels. As I was regaining my breath Daddy slipped his hands around my waist. "You are a very good little slut you know that." I nodded my head as Daddy slipped his hands under my dress. With one hand he took a firm grip of my boipenis while slipping two fingers into my back side. You would think with all the sex I was having I would grow tired of it, but actually the more cock I got the more I wanted. Daddy whispered into my ear 'don't you dare cum you little bitch' and then he sucked my ear lobe into his mouth. I moaned loudly as Daddy forcefully pumped three fingers in and out of my boipussy. "You are almost ready to go out, just one last thing." I didn't know what Daddy had planned but I had a feeling I wouldn't like it. And then he asked me a question, no lead up, no explanation just three words "Dildo, butt plug, or vibrator?" His tone was flat and even with all three so I had no idea which one he wanted me to pick. Since working at the sex shop Daddy had made me buy a large selection of all three. Everything from small ones I could wear to school to ones that were so large I could barely fit my hands around them. I knew what would make my day the easiest and I answered even if I knew my choice, no matter what it was, would be wrong "Butt Plug." Daddy let out a heavy sigh and whispered into my ear, "You are so close; you know that, so very close to being the perfect sex toy." Pulling his fingers from my boipussy Daddy shoved them into my mouth. Using my jaw like a handle he pushed me over to the dresser. Daddy spun me around till my back was to the full length mirror in the corner. He slipped a foot between my feet and started wiggling it back and forth. Carefully I spread my legs until they were wider then my shoulders. Daddy put a hand on my waist and tucked the sundress into my garter belt. He leaned in and kissed me before pushing my head down. He pushed it down far enough that I could see through my splayed legs at my obscene display I was putting on in the mirror. "Keep watching." Daddy left me alone and started rummaging through the dresser. Eventually he pulled out a small egg vibrator. I could see him clearly in the mirror as he unwound the devices cord. Buried in the tangle of cord was a small remote control, which Daddy slipped into his pocket. The cord between the egg and its battery box was long, about two feet. Daddy squatted own next to me and pushed the egg past my cheeks rubbed the egg against my boipussy but he didn't push it in. He turned it on, letting it buzz away against me I moaned quietly and Daddy laughed at me. "Ok, reach up and spread your cheeks." Using my head to balance myself I reached up and spread my cheeks for Daddy. With my cheeks spread wide Daddy rubbed the vibrating tickling little piece of plastic gently across the skin between my boipenis and boipussy. I caught my breath and was ready to beg to cum when Daddy turned it off. "Alright Cunt, stick your tongue out." I stuck my tongue out and Daddy started rubbing the egg all over it. I was starting to get a little light headed when Daddy finally said I was done and roughly shoved the egg into my backside. I let out a yelp and fell to the ground. Standing up Daddy laughed at me. "Clip that controller onto the front of your dress and meet me in the car in five minutes." The vibrator was off and as I curled into a ball I considered turning it on. I wanted to cum so badly, but I didn't if I came then I knew the rest of the day would be hard. I had to hold onto that lust. If I was craving cock, I would do almost anything willingly, no matter how depraved. Grabbing the controller I pulled myself up and smoothed out my dress. The battery pack/controller for the vibrator had a little belt clip. Of course the sundress didn't have a belt so I clipped it to the back of my collar. I tried the front but the short cord pulled the dress up completely exposing me. My dress was still pulled up in back but not as bad. Climbing into the passenger seat of Daddy's car I was happy to find I wasn't in trouble for running over my five minutes, unless that is what the towel on my seat was for. As I had been trained I lifted the back of my dress and sat bare bottomed on the seat. Once I was settled Daddy had me tuck the front of my dress between my legs and then tight under my bottom. The vibrators battery pack was uncomfortable against my back but I didn't want to complain. Daddy reached behind my back and turned the vibrator to high. Daddys caressing combined with the vibrator was more than I could handle. I exploded. The front of my dress now had a growing wet spot. Before he pulled out of the driveway Daddy reached back behind my seat and pulled out a travel thermos. It was a large one that held at least 44oz. Daddy handed it over and started to drive. He didn't say anything about it for a while. He just drove along letting me hold the heavy thermos. Once we got on the interstate Daddy motioned for me to take the top off. The lid came off with a pop and I was immediately overcome with the smell of semen. I didn't ask where he had gotten it all from but Daddy had somehow managed to fill the thermos to the brim with cum. "We don't have long so you need to be quick. I want you to take a big gulp of that mug of sissy juice, but don't swallow it." Daddy stopped talking waiting for me to follow the first step. He smiled once my lips were bulging with cum. "Now without swallowing, I want you to thank me for the big hot cup of cum I just gave you." I was just about to speak when daddy called out for me to stop. He pulled a little video recorder from his pocket and with a suction cup, stuck it to the dashboard. "I almost forgot this, after your first gulp do it again and again till the thermos is empty, and when it is I want you to scoop out whatever is left with your fingers. Then and ONLY then are you allowed to swallow any cum. And keep it lively don't say the same thing over and over." He pushed a button and a little red light started to flash. Daddy rolled his fingers for me to start and I did. As I mumbled out my scripted lines, a waterfall of cum drenched the front of my dress. The cum was cold and stuck the dress to my chest sending a shiver down my spine. I took another gulp, though not as large as the first and held it in my mouth for a minute while I tried to decide what to say. I started my mumbled speech as more cum spilled from my lips. "I am so happy to get some more cum today. I haven't gotten a big load in days and I start to get a little twitchy if I don't get enough." I looked down before my third gulp and decided to go all out. I took a huge swig bulging out my lips. I little trickled down the back of my throat and I start to cough, I had a moment the think and pulled my dress up keeping the projected cum from splattering the inside of Daddy's car. It took me a minute to regain my composure before I was able to take another drink. Daddy tried to look angry but I could see he was happy, he was always happy when I degraded myself. I took a smaller sip and felt my stomach twist. I hadn't swallowed a drop of cum and my body was telling me it wasn't ready for any right now. With no time to waste I made a snap judgment that Daddy just loved. I raised the thermos to my face, closed my eyes and poured the cum out. It splashed quick and then started to slowly drip down. Blindly I tried to set the thermos down in the center console, bumping around for a minute until Daddy took it from me. With my hands free I reached up and started to smear the sliding puddle of cum across my face. I moaned and sighed giving my camera a good show before I started to speak. "I read on the internet that the more cum you rub into your skin the softer it will feel." Once my cheeks were good and coated I moved to my neck and then smeared it some more around my dress. " I know I am going to stain my dress but I just can't help it. Once I smell cum I just lose all control of myself and I want it all over." The next 20 minutes were spent rubbing cum into my dress and while moaning. Daddy turned the vibrator on twice so I could add a couple of loads of my own cum to the mix. Finally we turned into a rundown strip mall and pulled around back. All but one of the doors was closed. The one door that was open had music blaring out from it. Daddy pulled up against the wall and shut the car off. "In here no one gives a shit why your there, you are going to get some Tattoos and keep your mouth shut. All that should come out of your mouth is yes sir, no sir, and please fuck me harder do you understand." Fear froze me in place, a tattoo was scary enough but he said tattoos. I had visions of porn stars with their arms completely covered, neck and face tattoos. I started to hyperventilate which gave Daddy a reason to smack me. He didn't do it hard, but it had enough force to send a rope of cum flying onto Daddy's window. "Calm down, I am paying for one Tattoo that will mark your ass as mine. I told them they could do something else but it couldn't be crazy, well couldn't be visible." Daddy told me to clean the window and meet him inside. I licked the window clean and with hesitation got out of the car. There was a small sign next to the door, it read 'Tommy T's - By appointment only'. I had hope for the first time since I left Daddy's house. I wasn't going to be parading around in public. I mean I was used to walking around looking like a cum rag after a gangbang, Daddy had drilled it into my head so many times that I was little more than a sex toy that jumping to cum rag wasn't all that hard. But I usually did it at home or in some other man's house, very rarely in a public place like this. A Sissy's New Daddy Ch. 05 The hallway off the door ran to a dead end. I stepped through the door one foot at time, the first stop was so soft you would have thought I was stepping on ice. The music drowned out the click from my heels and gave me the confidence to move further inside. With the music so loud I felt like a ghost moving along the hall. The walls were rough with grime and graffiti almost every inch of the walls had something painted on it. Three doors lined each side of the hallway most of them were closed but I passed one that was open. I didn't want to peak in, but I couldn't help it. Inside the room were two woman and two men. One of the women was naked from the waist down and laying on a table with her butt in the air, she was Hispanic and looked like she had seen better days. One of the men was sitting hunched over her ass with a Tattoo pin. He was an unhealthy skinny and his pure white skin glowed next to his neon green spiked hair. The other man was large and spent a lot of time in the gym, his skin was the color of milk chocolate. He was leaning in the far corner with his head tilted back with the second woman on her knees in front of him. She was barely dressed in tiny little vinyl skirt and a mesh top. Her wrists were hidden by a couple of dozen metal bracelets; She had teased her hair out so she looked like a seventies porn star. It was the woman getting the tattoo that noticed me first. She said something but I couldn't hear her, the man in the back did. I don't know how he heard her over the music, maybe it wasn't as loud as I remember and maybe I did hear her but either way I don't remember what she said. He pulled the woman in front of him off of his cock and let her fall on to her butt, she looked over at me with glossed over eyes. She wasn't wearing anything under the skirt or the mesh top that was when it occurred to me that I was looking at two pros and their pimp. She was quite a bit younger than the other woman but looked similar enough that I guessed they were related. A hard smack across my face brought my attention back to the large black man, who was now standing in front of me. After he smacked me and I looked at him the man realized that my face was covered in cum. Wiping his hand on my shoulder, the only clean part of my dress he spoke to me "Tell me bitch, you looking for work? I know a few people that wouldn't mind dumping a few loads into a slut like you." That tattoo artist said something and the pimp waved him off, I didn't hear what either of them said I was to focused on the pimps cock. He hadn't bothered to put it back in his pants; It was huge and dipping wet with the younger woman's saliva. "You want that honey, You just go on and take a taste. You know you want some of Tyrones cock. If you are really good I will let you swallow it. Are you really good?" I nodded yes as I dropped to my knees. Tyrone smiled as he guided my head to his cock. As I licked away the other woman's spit I could taste his skin and he was divine. I sucked his cock completely into my mouth and throat. When I felt his pubic hair begin to tickle my nose I sucked in a breath of air savoring his musky scent. I had barely had a chance to enjoy him when Tyrone grabbed my ears and began pounding my face. And just as quickly I was pulled away. The older woman was whispering in Tyrones ear, You could tell her words were sweet but she had nothing but a nasty glare for me. She kept stroking his cock, and when I saw it start to twitch I opened my mouth. The older woman snorted and turned his cock so that it splattered on my face and dress. Tyrone let out a deep sigh as he slipped his softening cock back into his pants. The older woman looked me up and down before using her foot to push me to the ground. "Listen to me you little puta-boi, You come up in my business again I will turn your little white ass out to a pack of dogs. Then you will really know what it is like to be a bitch." I scrambled out of the room as quick as I could. The rest of the doors were closed, and I wasn't going to try them. What I thought was the end of the hall was actually a junction to the left and right were open rooms with swivel chairs and tattoo pens. The overhead lights were out but there was enough light streaming in from the front for me to see my way around. I could hear people up front but the light streaming in made me leery of walking out into the open. I was about to turn back when I heard Daddy call me. "There are cameras you little slut get out here." The front windows were tinted but I still felt like I was walking out into the brightest light I had ever seen. Stepping around the corner I watched an old woman route through a giant purse looking for her car keys. She looked up at the windows and looked right at me, I don't think she could see me. And even if she could see me, at that distance all she probably saw was a young woman in a white dress. "So you want this Slut marked as yours, right." A voice barked from behind me. I don't know how he got there but before I could react to his voice he had pushed me forward and bent me over the small front counter. "Jesus man not on the counter did you see that bitches dress." Said the man standing next to Daddy, he was large and for someone working in a tattoo shop had surprisingly few tattoos. He was dressed in a cargo jeans and a leather vest with one of those nametag patches that uniforms usually have, it said 'Master'. That made me think he was the owner, though he was careful to never make it clear he owned the place. So I don't know if he was covering his tracks or trying not to piss off who ever really owned the place. As I was pulled off of the counter he turned his attention back to Daddy, "What did you bring her straight here from a Gang bang?" Daddy rolled his eyes and raised his hands into the air, "You know how these Sissy's are, the second they are near a cock they spread their little legs so fast it's pathetic. I told it we had an appointment this morning. I get a text first thing to pick it up at some Flop house over in Little Havana." Standing there listening to the lies Daddy was spewing I wished I was bent over the counter again at least then I wouldn't have to see the disgusted look on Masters face. The other one, the one who I had only felt not seen, he took the story as an invitation to fondle me some more. He lifted up the back of my skirt, holding it against my neck as he shoved two fingers into my boipussy. Feeling the egg still deep inside me he giggled like a child and flipped in to high. My body was racked with a powerful spasm as wave after wave of vibrations pulsed in my boipussy. I was hard and spurting within seconds, shooting my load all over the floor. The man behind me leaned close to my ear and whispered. "Go on now you little cunt use that tongue of yours to clean that mess up." The creep kept ahold of my skirt as I knelt down, lifting it right off my head. The neon pink lingerie glowed in the dim room. The battery box to my vibrator was unclipped from the dress and wrapped around my neck, with the wired controller still around at my back. The creep let out a moan as he brought is foot up to my boipenis. He pressed my member into my stomach and began rubbing it back and forth. It wasn't pleasurable but I moaned just the same. The puddle of cum I had dripped onto the floor was already starting to get cold. As quick as I could I slurped the mess up. Standing up right I was greeted by a big smile from Daddy. I looked over my shoulder and was surprised by the creep. He was skinny and pale, though his teeth which shown in his big grin where an immaculate white. My dress fascinated Creep, he didn't even take his eyes off it when I moved so that I could keep an eye on him as well as the others. He rubbed a wet spot between his fingers mumbling to himself. The three of us just watched him, with a mixed feeling of pity and disgust. It was weird for me to be on the opposite end of that moment. After what seemed like an eternity he looked up from the cum soaked garment. "I want to buy the dress." Daddy without missing a beat answered him, "Twenty, and you have to provide it something to wear home. For an extra ten you can have the lingerie." Creep laid the dress atop my head and started fishing into his pocket. He pulled out a few crumpled up bills, a few coins and tattered old condom. He uncurled the money until he had two twenties, He would have kept working but, that was when Daddy stopped him, "Forty even and you can have the shoes." "DEAL." The creep yelled as his eyes lit up with a fire that made me very uneasy. "Come on now freak, get my clothes off your nasty little body." Kicking off my heels I started to undress. The bra was the easiest I unsnapped it, letting it fall to the floor. I was angry and not thinking when I unhooked the garter belt, it fell away too, just not as far since it was still attached to my legs. I didn't bother detaching the garters straps I just pushed the stockings down off my legs and balled the whole mess up before tossing it too creep. "There you go all my clothes." Creep just shook his head and reached out tugging on the panties that were wrapped around my cock. I reached down and tried to untie them. Daddy had knotted them so that I couldn't reach the knot. While I was trying to turn over my sold clothing Daddy and Master wondered in back, leaving me alone with creep. Once we were alone Creep didn't waste any time, he dropped down and untied the panties. I let out a quite squeak when I felt his tongue against my boipenis. He took me into his mouth and sucked me till I was hard. Creep pulled my boipenis from his month and then gently turned me around. Once my back was too him he wrapped my former panties around my member as he slowly turned the vibrator to its highest setting. Once it was on he knelt down and using his free hand tried to spread my cheeks. I didn't know what he was going to do but I wanted to help, I reached back and spread my cheeks wide and was rewarded by his tongue. With me holding my cheeks open he was free to wrap his other hand around me. With two hands he made sure the panties were complete covering the head of my boipenis. All my climaxes were starting to wear on me and it took me a few minutes to cum, but when I did it was amazing, Creep didn't stop licking me until I was so week I could barely hold myself up. As we untangled from each other I went left and creep backed away. Sitting on the floor I watched as Creep brought my panties to his mouth and sucked all of my cum out of them. Sitting there Creeps hips started to jerk and and then he let out a deep and pleasant sigh. He jeans were dark but when he stood I thought I could make out a wet spot. He walked over to me and in one motion stuffed the panties in his pocket and pulled a small folding knife from his pocket. He flipped the knife open like it was an old school switch blade. In a flash Creep was on me, his nostrils flaring and his eyes filled with crazy as he grabbed my face. He jerked my face to the side holding my mouth and nose closed. He jammed his knee between my legs and slipped into the hole he created. Pressing the blade against the skin between my boipenis and boipussy he whispered into my ear. "You say anything you little wannabe cunt and I will come to your home and paint the walls you understand." My body ran cold and I every joint in my body locked, thankfully Creep didn't care if I responded. As soon as his speech was done he dropped me to the ground and grabbed the bundle of my old clothes and walked out. As soon as he was out the door I bolted around the corner to find Daddy. I was going to offer anything to get out of there, except I couldn't Daddy was gone. Master was standing there alone counting a wad of cash. I started to step past him but he stopped me. "A deal was made Sissy, and I honor my deals. I don't want to tie you down but I will if you even look like you're going to run." "I won't run, you don't need to tie me down. I was promised clothes that was a deal too." I said my voice so weak it pulled any punch more words carried. Master stopped counting the money and walked over to me he gently raised me chin so I was looking him in the eye. "You were promised clothes to go home in, so when it's time to leave John will get some clothes for your little tart ass. When. You. LEAVE. Not a moment before." "I don't want you scaring off my normal customers, so we are going to set you up in the first room on the right. The door is unlocked. Lie down on the table I will be in there in a minute." Master said as he gave me a hard slap on the ass and sent me on my way. I was comfortable naked, I wasn't covered in cum or woman's clothes. I was just me. The room was almost identical to the room the prostitutes had been in but this one was empty. I flipped the light on and climbed onto the table in the middle of the room. I figured Daddy was going to get me a typical tramp stamp so I laid down on my stomach. Laying there naked I realized just how cold the room was. The longer I was there alone the more uncomfortable I became. I turned my head away from the door and closed my eyes. I don't know if I fell asleep but I didn't hear anyone enter the room. It wasn't till I felt a hand on my backside that I realized I wasn't alone. My body jerked at the touch and I looked to my right. Tyrone was standing there with one hand on my neck while his other played with my boipussy. "I was serious sweet thing. You say the word and I will have a place for you to stay right now, we walk out the back and you come live with me and my girls." Tyrone said as he slipped a finger inside me. "I'll smooth things over with Tommy. I send a lot of work his way." I don't know why but for a second I considered it, then I remembered the old woman. Daddy had humiliated me but he had never gone that far. Tyrone pushed the egg deeper inside me as he slowly turned the setting higher. The deeper it went the more I was lost in lust. Tyrone's words mixed with my rising member and I moaned yes. Tyrone Chuckled aa he said " I knew you would want to come with a real man like me." My eyes snapped open as Tyrone took my arm and started to stand me up, "NO, no no no. I don't want to go with you." Tyrones eyes turned dark as he sneered at me. "What you think I ain't good enough for your little faggot ass. You little bitch, I have seen the cheapest street hoe who had more class then you. Maybe I ought to take you with me anyways teach you some manners." Before I could beg him to leave me alone the door opened and Master, Tommy came in. "What the hell." Tyrone shoved his finger, and the egg, as deep into me as he could before he looked over his shoulder at Tommy smiling, "What? I just wanted a piece of this fine specimen you got here." "I told you not to try and recruit my customers." Tommy said as he stepped in. He moved around making sure Tyrone had a clear path to the door. "Maybe I should find another shop." Tyrone said as he popped his finger from my boipussy. "Good luck finding one that lets you pay in blowjobs." Tommy responded his fingers twitching ready for a fight. "Why you trying to mess up a good thing? I keep your employees happy." Tyrone shoved his fingers in my mouth to clean them off. "And I keep your product branded. So why are YOU trying to mess up a good thing?" Tommy said as he stepped toe to toe with Tyrone. "Any shop will let you trade a fuck for some ink. But none of them will have lines as clean as mine, and you know it." "Your right, I gotta protect my brand after all." Tyrone pulled his fingers from my mouth with an audible pop. With nothing left to say between the two Tyrone left. Tommy waited a few minutes after Tyrone left, just standing there staring at the door. Finally he turned his attention to me. He looked me over and I could see in his eyes that he wanted to fuck me right then and there. I reached back and spread my cheeks while gently biting my lip. Giving my ass a gently squeeze Tommy said, "Not yet, Get that vibrator out and roll over." The egg had been pushed so deep by Tyrone that it took me a few minutes to get it out. Once it was out and I unwrapped the cord from around my neck Tommy took it and tossed it on the floor underneath the bed. I rolled over as Tommy rolled a stool next to me midsection. He had a disposable razor and a can of shaving cream in his hands. He set the two down and then reached up taking my boipenis into his hands. He gently spread my legs slightly before pushing my testicles up into my body. Once they were hidden away he tucked me shaft between my legs. I squeezed tight and smiled. Tommy ran his hand across the skin above my boipenis and nodded. I was as smooth as a baby. While Tommy was putting away the razor I looked down at myself. With my boipenis tucked away I now had a little slit, just like a real girl. I reached down and ran my finger along it. I shivered as I closed my eyes and imagined for just a moment what could have been. I snapped out of the day dream when Tommy smacked my hand away and started to rub a bar of deodorant on the skin just above my boipenis. Once he had a thick layer of white chalky residue he laid down a piece of paper and with a purple outline. He pressed the paper into me smoothing out any bubbles. Once that was done he pulled it off, it looked like an ultra sound for my future tattoo. The pen hurt at first but after about thirty minutes I became numb to the pain. I was in the chair for 3 hours before Tommy got tired. He completed Daddy's branding above my boipenis and then he started a second tattoo on my lower back. Standing up Tommy stretched and gave me a hard smack on the ass. "Alright slut, I need a break." I started to get up but Tommy pushed me back down. He unzipped his pants as he was kicking off his boots. With his boots off Tommy was able to easily step out of his pants. Once he was naked from the waist down Tommy climbed up onto the table. He pushed my legs apart draping them over the sides of the small table. He rubbed the head of his cock across the opening to my boipussy and then gently entered me. It felt so good to be full again I moaned as he slowly pounded in and out of me. I begged him to fuck me harder to make me cum when he did, but he wouldn't he just kept his slow and steady pace. I begged and begged but Tommy ignored me. I started to feel Tommy twitch I was sure he was about to explode except he didn't instead he stopped moving with his cock buried deep inside me. I felt his stubble against my neck as he leaned in and nibbled on my ear. He pushed his hands under me and squeezed my flat sissy tits as he pinched my nipples. He stopped biting my ear long enough to whisper to me, "Come on Angie, beg Daddy to fill your pussy with his Cock Juice." "Ohh, Daddy." I was surprised at how weird it felt to be calling a third man Daddy but I carried on just the same raising my voice as high as I could without sounding like a mouse. "Please, oh please pump my pussy full of your cock juice. It has been so long since I you blessed me with your seed." "That isn't how a Bimbo talks now is it." Tommy grumbled right before he bit down on my ear. The pain was befuddling I replayed my words back in my mind and then his. It took a second but I realized I knew what he wanted to hear. "Ohh Daddy, please ram your massive cock into Angie's pussy. Angie doesn't feel special unless Daddy is filling her with his cock juice." That was it, that was what he wanted to hear. Tommy started pounding in and out of my boipussy so hard I was surprised that I didn't cum instantly. I don't know how to describe it other than to say that it showed once again that I was made to be used my men, but the instant I felt his cum flood into my boipussy I shot a load. As he milked his cock dry in my backside Tommy slowed his pace. With each thrust the head of my tiny excuse of a penis rubbed against the vinyl bench and I was racked with a powerful orgasm. I closed my eyes and buried my face into the benches plush cushion. I was so caught up in my pleasure that it wasn't till Tommy pulled out of me that I realized we weren't alone. A Sissy's New Daddy Ch. 05 Six bikers had filed into the room, along with a woman and the creep John. My eyes went to John the creep first. He had a bag in his hands which I guessed was the clothes I was promised. His fingers kept flexing around the bag as he looked from the lead biker and Tommy. I imagined I could hear the plastic bag crinkling but I know it couldn't have really been that quite. The lead biker was a giant, seven foot tall and built like a tank. He barely acknowledged Tommy his eyes moved over my body like a hungry lion. Wrapped around his waist was a petite woman in her late twenties. She was dressed in a flimsy sexy sailor Halloween costume, her tits were bulging over the top and her ass was visible under the skirt. Her nipples were poking clearly through the front of her dress and I had a feeling she wasn't wearing any panties under her skirt. Tommy hadn't bothered to get dress so Creepy John was the first to move when he started for the door. The Bikers watched him start to leave with little regard for his presence. He had almost slipped out of the door when Tommy called out to him. "Hey John, are those the sissy's clothes." Looking over his shoulder Creepy John nodded but didn't say anything. Tommy nodded his head back, "Give them to him a deal is a deal." Creep John turned back and tossed the bag at me. I reached out for it but the bag was snatched from the air before it got anywhere near me. One of the Giants biker buddies grabbed it mid-air and started going through the bag. Finally the giant spoke, "A deal. That is such a strange thing to say. Don't you think so Slut Angie." "Angie does think that's strange Papa Bear." Angie said as she slipped her fingers into the Giants pants. He pulled her hand out of his pants and gave her a slap on the ass. The slap was a signal as she stepped back and dropped to her knees. As she sank to her knees the little sailor skirt slid up her alabaster thighs answering the unasked question that she was in fact not wearing any panties. She rubbed her fingers over her clit before plunging then deep into her pussy. "I say that is strange because, we have a deal don't we Tommy?" The giant asked as he reached for the bag of my clothes. He made eye contact with the biker that searched the bag a quick shake of the man's head told the Giant the bag didn't have anything valuable in it. "Your sweet little Ex-wife here gets a piece of everything you do here." "I know we have a deal, and I am giving you..."Tommy stopped speaking when the Giant snapped his head in his direction. Tommy started to speak again but the words caught in his throat the first time he tried to talk and the second as well. Finally on his third attempt Tommy was able to speak again, "Slut Angie, I am giving Slut Angie a cut of everything I make here. And I am, I owed a guy a favor and he wanted his sissy branded so I did him a favor." "A Favor. I understand I do, that even makes since. But a deal is a deal. Now I like you Tommy so I am going to do you a favor. Me and my guys are going to take this sissy and we are going to get our cut of him. I figure one fuck each." The giant looked over his shoulder and as the guys behind him all nodded in agreement. "Per hole of course. One fuck each hole, and you know a sissy like that isn't going to want to leave without a cum bath so we will each have to shoot a few more loads." The whole room laughed at that, even if Tommy's was a nervous laugh. But I didn't laugh, I was the toy they had decided to abuse. The Giant turned the bag over and dumped a surprisingly small pile of cloth and two ridiculously high clear plastic stripper heels onto the floor at his feet. As he kicked it around with his feet I could see that there was a tiny pair of denim short shorts as well as a bright neon green thong bikini swim suit. The swim suit contained both the top and the bottom, which was a relief. I don't know why but I would have been horrified if I hadn't been given the top. I started towards the Giant, to grab my clothes when Slut Angie stood up on her tip toes. Even standing on the very tip of her toes and stretching her back she was still not tall enough to whisper so the Giant bowed his head to her. "Oh that is very true. Slut-Angie just reminded me that we aren't allowed to take your cum anymore. So we will return it in the approved method." Tommy's face went white when the Giant spoke and he sunk down to his knees. Slut Angie let out a riotous giggle and bounced over to me. That was when I noticed that she wasn't wearing any shoes. She wrapped her arms around me letting one hand slip down and play with my boipussy. Leaning in she kissed me on the cheek and whispered into my ear. "Turn around and bend over sissy boy, Slut Angie is going to clean you up." I did what she said without asking, I spun where I stood and bent at the waist across the table. Slut Angie slipped a finger in my boipussy and gently spun it around which felt truly heavenly. Slut Angie knelt between my legs and buried her face in my backside. Her tongue started to lap at my boi pussy, It had been so long since anyone had sat down to bring me pleasure I was confused. And then she started to suck his cum from my boipussy, it was amazing. I could feel his cum sliding from my pussy to her mouth and I cried out in ecstasy. The bikers all laughed at me but I didn't care I was lost in the feeling of her mouth against me. With one last lick she pulled away and I almost cried. She gave me a big kiss on my left ass cheek. As much as I wanted to stay where I was, to stay in that position I knew I had to stand up. I so desperately wanted to see what she was going to do next. Slut Angie was already on the move, she was crouched down next to Tommy her finger tips gently brushing against his quickly hardening cock. Sliding her fingers into his hair she slowly pulled his head back. When Tommy clinched his jaw tight I knew what she was going to do and my little boipenis started to stir again. "Now now, Tommy, this is the deal we made. You have already brought the deal into question once today are you going to make me scrap the whole thing?" The giant asked as he flexed his fingers. The room which had fallen silent was suddenly filled with the sound of the Giants knuckles cracking. "It has been a bit of a boring month, Tommy. Hell I might even respect you a bit more when we were done. Hell I would even say nice things about you at your funeral." Tommy started to sneer but held his anger as he closed his eyes and opened his mouth. Slut Angie smiled a radiant smile as she parted her lips and dumped Tommy's cum into his mouth. I was barely conscious of my fingers which had worked their way into my boipussy. The giant took notice of me and with a smack to the head told me to get dressed. The clothes fit almost perfectly. The bikini bottoms were a size too small, but I think that Creep John had done that on purpose. The thong was tied in a knot and I was sure that the only way I was going to get it to fit was tucking my little boipenis back between my legs. I started to tuck it back when the oldest of Giants goons grabbed my hand and shook his head no. He grabbed the sides of the thong bikini and yanked them up. He wedged the thong between my cheeks as he continued to pull even after the thong was as high as it would go. As he put pressure on my boipenis, my tiny balls popped out of either side of my new bikini. The old man reached down and gently pushed each bull up into my body. Once he was done the man released my bikini and took a hold of my face, licking from my chin all the way to my hair line. As his tongue slipped back into his mouth he said loud enough that it almost echoed "You know what the best thing about a sissy is?" He waited for me to answer though I was too creeped out to speak, so I just shook my head left and right. The man smiled and again loud enough to echo said, "They will do anything you say because no one cares what happens to a sissy." I slipped the jean short shorts on and wasn't too surprised to find that the sides of the bikini had been pulled up above the shorts waist. The old Biker stopped me from zipping them up, instead folding down the fronts along the zipper exposing more of my green bikini. The top was a tangled mess that took me a bit of time to undue. By the time I was done and ready to put it on the room had cleared out. It was just me and the old goon. I was able to tie the top of the bikini, the part that goes around your neck, but the back was beyond me. The complicated system I had in my head for making work was thrown out the door when I remembered the old goon. Quietly and demurely I asked the old goon to tie the top behind my back. He did it so gently I was shocked, especially after the brutal wedgie he had just given me. Once my top was tied The old man wrapped his arms around me and squeezed me in a tender embrace, "you have such a lovely body my little puppet. I would love to spend a long weekend with my arms wrapped around you." Slipping both hands down the front of my shorts, the old man ran his thumbs along the shaft of my bikini encased boipenis. His thumbs moved in a delicious dance one went up while one went down. His hands combined with the feeling of his bulging cock pressing against my backside was the most wonderful thing I had felt in days. I rolled my head to face his and begged him to kiss me. It was awkward but he brought his lips to mine and slipped his tongue into my mouth. Out tongues danced right up until I pulled mine back and sucked his deeper. I sucked on his tongue like it was a mini cock. He pulled his out and whispered words I was desperate to hear. His voice was soft and coy, "Do you want to feel my cock puppet? I want you to feel my cock." "Oh yes I want your cock." I whispered back. He pulled his hands from my shorts as I turned to face him. Cupping my ass he pulled me back in for another kiss, I melted as he sucked my tongue into his mouth. I moaned as he squeezed my ass harder. As he squeezed my ass I was reminded that my boipussy had been used quite thoroughly all day and more men were about to fuck me. I wanted him to feel my boipussy when it was tight, when it would grip his cock like a virgins. I turned around and started to pull my shorts down but he stopped me. "I am sorry puppet but we don't have time for that. Besides, there are rules and I don't get to go first." "Can I suck it?" I asked turning back to him. He smiled at me as pulled my shorts back into place. "I want to taste your cum, I want to feel it slide down my throat." Popping his thumb in my mouth he pushed me down to my knees. As soon as his jean covered member as at eye level I started to undue his pants, he wasn't wearing any underwear. His cock was throbbing and my boipussy ached to feel him sliding inside me. I took his cock into my mouth and slithered my tongue down his shaft until I felt it press against the back of my throat. Sucking down hard I tried to keep his cock from slipping out of my mouth as I pulled back. Once the tip passed my lips I kissed its tip and then greedily sucked it back into my mouth. The old goon curled his fingers into my hair and started to thrust his hips, pumping his cock in and out of my mouth violently. As he neared climax he pulled his cock from my mouth with a pop and pumped it vigorously with his hand until he shot a load across my face and into my hair. I flinched when his cum hit me and I was obviously embarrassed because he didn't say anything at first. The old goons face changed a bit when I stopped smiling, He held a hand out to me and helped me stand up. "Sorry pet, but there are rules and we aren't a loud to cum IN a sissy only on them." "Come on we are going to be late." The goon said as he took me hand and led me out of the Tattoo parlor. The rest of the club was pulling onto the main road at the far end of the alley when I stepped out into the light. The old Goon climbed onto a chromed out Harley and waved me over. Climbing onto the back of his motorcycle, my backside was immediately greeted with a heavy rumble. I wrapped my arms around the old goon and whispered into his ear "I wish I had a dildo in my boipussy right now." "Oh don't worry pet, you are going to plenty of cock today. And real cock not rubber." He answered as he patted my hands. "Now, you hold tight, Pet. I wouldn't want to lose you." We rode across town with my hands wrapped tight around the old goons waist. I closed my eyes and laid my head down on his shoulder. I focused on the thump of the engine I imagined it was junior fucking me, I hadn't seen him in weeks. Daddy had encouraged our relationship at first, he thought Junior used me like a whore. When he found out Junior called me his girlfriend he had forbidden me from seeing him. He would come into the shop every now and again, I told him I was a slut who fucked any cock that was near me but he didn't care. He asked me if I loved him. I told him yes and he would drop to his knees and suck my little boipenis. Goon pulled my hands away from him and I realized we had arrived. The house was massive and very well kept. I had expected the bikers to live in a crappy trailer park, I was wrong. All the bikes were parked around back. Goon pulled me off the bike and stood behind me as we walked. "Listen carefully to me pet. Do as your told, spread your legs beg for cock and don't ever talk back. If a club member tells you to do something you do it quick. Follows those rules and I won't have any problem getting you home tonight." There was a path leading away from the house and towards the sounds of a party. Goon gave me a pat on the ass and we started toward the noise. Just as we reached the path, I was greeted by another another sissy. He was taller than the Giant even, I looked at her feet and could see why. She was wearing a pair of platform stiletto heels that added easily 9" to her height. Her legs were wrapped in a pair of fishnet stockings held up by a black garter belt. She was wearing a pair of black sheer G-string panties. The panties were sheer enough that I could see how they had caged his boipenis. She was wearing a maids uniform. But it was designed so that it wouldn't cover her from the waist down, even though it did technically have a skirt. A poorly concealed pair of falsies filled out the uniform. Someone had written Whore across her face with his mouth forming the O. She was wearing a long blond wig that had been pulled up into pig tails, one on each side of his head. The uniforms little apron was covered in a layer of dried cum. Though she was caring a tray she stopped in front of us and curtsied and with her eyes cast down said "Good evening Master Jonathan, Can my pathetic slut body be of any use to you today." "Not today, Kelly, but thank you." The old goon responded as he put his hand on my ass and pushed me forward. "Are you sure Master, the club's sissy cunt is good and stretched, very ready for cock today." She said her voice high pitched and effeminate. The Old Goon, Master Jonathan, did not answer he just kept walking. After a few seconds I heard a pair of heels start to click as the sissy continued on. I turned and was shocked by the site of her backside. Even if she had been wearing a thong and not a g-string it wouldn't have done anything to hide the massive plug that had been inserted into the sissy's boipussy. I was pulled along thought I could not take my eyes off the sissy as she walked into the house. She never looked back but once she thought we were gone her shoulders slumped and she lowered the tray to her side. "Here we are, pet, remember what I said and you should be fine. I will make sure that you get home tonight, just don't do anything stupid." Master Jonathan said as he pinched my ass and head for a table full of liquor that had been turned into a makeshift bar. Behind the table pouring drinks was a woman dressed as a slutty school girl. She looked familiar and actually I think I sold her that outfit at the store. I knew for sure I had when she looked up and smiled. The pool was ridiculously large with lounge chairs all over the place. The six bikers that were at the tattoo parlor were joined her by almost two dozen others. They were dressed in a combination of cut-off jeans and cut off camo pants. Joining the bikers and the bartender was about a half dozen woman in skimpy bikinis. It wasn't often that I was surrounded by woman wearing almost the same outfit I was... I was very quickly becoming intimidated and uncomfortable. The Giant was at the far end of the pool with slut-Angie. She had changed into a bikini and had seated at his feet sucking on his toes. There was only one female biker, she was laid out on a lounge chair with a bound and nude woman between her legs. The biker chic wrapped her legs around the other woman's head and squeezed it tight. I watched as her breathing quickened and she pulled the bound woman's hair. She bit down on her lip just before going limp. Even though the biker chic was limp the woman didn't move from between her legs. The biker chic laid still for a moment and then brought her leg back and put it into the woman's shoulder. With a swift thrust she pushed the woman back and onto her ass. The nude woman now laying on her arms struggled for a moment to get up. The biker chic, who was nude from the waist down swung off the lounge chair and grabbed a rumpled pair of jeans from the ground next to her. She pulled them on without any panties I almost gagged, how could you go anywhere without panties. She stepped over the nude woman and walked past me . the nude woman's eyes met mine and I could see that she had been crying. I walked over to her and leaned down to help her. She pulled away at first, but after I promised I would help she let me take her elbow. She braced against me and pulled her legs under her butt pushing up. I didn't help her up so much as act as a crutch for her. Even without here heels she was taller than me. Someone had written Fuck Toy across her forehead in marker and Whore was tattooed above her shaved pussy. Her arms weren't the only part of her in bondage, her heels were locked on her feet . She reeked of sex, cum and piss. She looked me up and down and whispered under her breath, "Be careful sweaty. These monster here, they will eat you alive if you give them even the smallest taste." "I am just here for the afternoon. And then I..." I started to say but she cut me off. "And my husband lost a bet so I was theirs for a weekend." She said as she looked over her shoulder towards the Giant. "I haven't worn more than a pair of panties in over a year. All weekend and every night my husband prances around in my old clothes, at least they fuck him almost as much as they fuck me." "They aren't all evil. Master Jonathan ..." I started to explain how he had been nice to me but she cut me off. "He is one of the worst, he will fuck you sweat for a little while if you're alone. But give it a few weeks and he will get bored with you and that's when he starts to humiliate you. Last week he brought my husband a gallon jug of cum, told him he had to drink it in 20 minutes. For every once still left after 20 minutes I had to stay bound like this for a day. I have four days left." "FUCKTOY and SISSYCUNT! Get your slutty asses over here." The Giant bellowed out. I looked over just as he was smacking a bikini girl on the ass to send her away. She didn't look to happy about it and shot both of us a nasty look. "Hurry up and don't get me in trouble the last thing I need is another Sissy causing my ass pain." The woman whispered as we started to walk around the pool. The bikini girls didn't both hiding their contempt for the two of us, they knew that none of the bikers were looking at their faces. We circled around to the lounge chair that the Giant had taken up residence at. A Sissy's New Daddy Ch. 06 A loud crack of thunder broke the silence and Billie smiled in his bunk. Lights had been out for almost an hour and he couldn't sleep. The prison had gotten a new influx of prisoners. The first night was always the hardest and it was hard on Billie too, he could never sleep listening to the crying. Plus Billie had gotten a new cellmate in the process, a cellmate that Billie recognized. It had been a couple of years, But Billie recognized Randle the second he had seen him across the common room. Randle hadn't said anything to Billie, so there was a chance that he didn't recognize him. As thunder echoed though the prison drowning out the cries of terrified and lost souls Billie was just about to slip into a restful sleep when he heard a quiet voice below him, "Hey Billie, Is it true that you gave Coach Conners a blow job. After you killed that guy Coach quit, Principle Blackthorn quit. Everyone was saying that you got caught sucking Coach and that he bribed her not to say anything is that true." "Does it matter?" Billie asked back to the disembodied voice from the lower bunk. "How about this, you tell me why you're here and I will tell you about Conners and Blackthorn, and I promise it was a lot more than a simple blowjob." "My story sucks, I got busted stealing baby food. My kid needed some formula and I had just lost my job I had another one but I wasn't going to get paid for two weeks. Food stamps wouldn't help me out so you know I did what I had to do." Randle was stopped talking his story cut short by a nightstick slamming into the small cells heavy bars. Billie didn't know if he was going to keep going but he didn't start again so Billie honored his deal and started his story. ****** School was always my safe haven, I could spend all weekend in nothing but a pair of thong panties and covered in a thick layer of sticky cum, but come Monday morning I would shower, dress and head into school. I even dressed like a boy, at least on the outside. It all started with Coach Conners on a Monday morning, I had somehow managed to get Gym class for first period of the day. Every day was the same I showed up to class slipped through the locker room and changed in a bathroom stall. At that point my panty collection was pretty massive and I was wearing sexy little silky panties to school every day. The problem was they would get all sweaty and gross after gym. So I changed more than just me pants and shirt. I had bought a few pairs of white cotton panties to wear during gym class. So every morning I would strip naked and get dressed for Gym. You can't just strip naked in a bathroom stall, so I was always early for class or the last one out. About a week after Christmas break I was changing when I heard someone bang on the stall door. I started to panic and then I realized it was Mike. He hadn't bothered me since the night I was a party favor at his house (ed - See chapter 3) we had seen each other at school, but he was too afraid of people finding out what had happened between us. "Come on Faggot open the door everyone is gone." I hesitated but not for long, I was pretty sure he didn't want to fuck me in the locker room. I figured worse case I would suck him off and head on to homeroom. I had slipped my stockings back on and had my panties in my hand when I unlocked the door. It had been a rough weekend so I was wearing a pair of orange satin boyshorts. Mike had a stupid grin on his face when he pushed the door open and stepped into the stall. It wasn't a handcapped stall so there was barely enough room for the two of us. It took me almost a minute but I was able to struggle into my boy shorts. When I turned around to grab my pants Mike took the opportunity to bend me over. I tried to talk but he clamped a hand over my mouth. Mike shoved his free hand down the back of my panties and tried to finger my boipussy. I never got used at school so I got out of the habit of being lubed during the week. "What the hell, daddy said you sissy's are always ready for cock." Mike grumbled as he smacked my ass. Pushing his way out of the stall Mike called out to me "Come on Faggot don't bother getting dressed. I got some lube you can use." I was reluctant to leave the stall but wanted this to be over quickly. Taking my time I moved into the locker area and found Mike looking through one of the larger lookers assigned to the football team. "You know ever since I showed Mandy your video, that little bitch knows I can replace her in a heartbeat she will do anything I say." He pulled out a bottle of lube and tossed it to me. "Listen I need a letter and you're going to get it for me. I told Coach he could have you for an afternoon and he said he would get me a letter to state." "I am not a toy for you to pass around, I don't know if you noticed." Before I could finish my angry rant, Mike grabbed me and slammed me into the lockers. He held my throat with one hand and gave me a vicious wedgie with the other. "Listen to me you little cock puppet. I need that letter So spread your legs, open your mouth, hell bark like a slutty little puppy if you have to. I don't care but get it done." Mike said as he released my throat and let me collapse to the ground. "Shit my dad was right you do need to be put down." Hearing him say that didn't mean anything to me at the time, though it did later when I realized his dad was a cop. Getting up from the ground I took a half second to dig my panties from the crack of my ass and then grabbed the bottle of lube I had dropped. I slipped my panties down and used two fingers to get my boipussy ready for a pounding. I pulled my panties back up and handed the bottle back to Mike, "Ok then where is Coach." "He is in his office. Knock three times and then head in. Tell him Mike sent you and that you are his as long as he likes." Mike put the lube back in the locker and closed it up. "Also tell coach I want the letter by the end of the week." I stood there and waited for Mike to leave, I didn't want to whore myself out in front of him. I waited for the heavy thud of the door closing before I started towards coach's office. I could hear a game film playing, he watched them incessantly. I knocked three times and heard him bark out that I could enter. I opened the door and quietly closed it behind me. He didn't turn around so I just stood there for a moment watching him. He was fit, twenty years ago. Now he was bulging in all the wrong places. After standing there for three plays he finally turned to see who had entered to waste his time. Coach's body tensed when he saw me standing there in just panties and stockings. I was just about to speak when Coach started to sputter and mumble, "Look young man this is not appropriate you are going to need to leave her right now and I will not say anything to anyone." "Mike sent me." As soon as I said it Coaches whole demeanor changed. He paused the game film that he was watching and motioned for me to come over to him. As soon as I was within arm reach he pulled me onto his lap. His hands immediately poured into the front and the back of my panties. He shoved three fingers in my boipussy and started to move them around I moaned and he laughed at me. "So here is the deal, my little sissy bitch, that letter is due Friday. So if Mike wants the letter I get you till then. Any questions?" I didn't have a choice so I nodded my head yes and Coach pushed me off his lap. He pulled his cock out and pointed at my ass and then his cock. I considered peeling my panties off, but the satin always sent me over the edge when I had a cock buried deep inside me. I pulled my panties aside and my cheeks apart as I slowly and in one smooth motion impaled myself on Coach's cock. Once it was completely inserted I did a little spin with my hips that sent coach over the edge and he shot his load. I bounced up and down twice milking his cock for some more cum, but Coach pushed me off and reached into his desk pulling out a towel. "I can do that for you sir." "Coach, call me Coach." He said as he tossed me the rag. I put it aside and took his cock into my mouth sucking it clean. I could feel his cock starting to stir again and so did coach, he pushed me away and quickly stood up stuffing his cock back into his white cotton briefs. "Alright slut get under that desk and wait for me there I will be back in about an hour." My throat seized up and I panicked a little, school was my escape, I could let coach fuck me each morning if I got to go back to class and spend the rest of my day as a normal kid. "I need to get my clothes I need to go to class." Coach looked at me and then returned to his desk. He pulled a pair of handcuffs out, he looked at them and then at me again. Shaking his head he tossed them back in his desk "Here is the deal sissy, when I get back from my next class if you aren't under that desk, positively salivating at the idea of me shoving my cock down your throat then not only does Mike not get his letter, but I call the school and tell them that I had to bench him for steroid use. Do you want to destroy your boyfriends career?" "He isn't my boyfriend, but I will do what you say." I was only a few feet from the desk so I didn't bother getting up, I simply crawled under the desk. I listened as all the other kids filed out of the locker room after changing for second period gym. I peeked out from the desk and watched the clock. After 10 minutes passed and I didn't hear anything I bolted across the locker room. I opened the stall and let out a sigh of relief when I saw my bag and clothes sitting there. I grabbed them up and started back to Coaches office. I didn't want to waste any time in the open. I was almost back to coaches office when I heard a phone ring. "Mom seriously I am at school." It was Marcus Latrell, everyone knew , Marcus. He was taller than most of the teachers in Junior high and now that he was a senior he was built like a wall. I froze and was about to turn and run when he came around the corner and saw me. He never skipped a beat and a huge smile broke out across his face. "Momma, I have to go. I told you I ain't sleepin with Trisha. I aint gonna get her pregnant. Now I have to go I have class." Marcus flipped the phone closed and then tossed it down on the bench. He took my clothes and tossed them with his phone. "I wasn't lying when I told my mom I wasn't gonna get Trisha pregnant. Do you know how I know that?" I shook my head no as Marcus spun me around and pushed me against a locker. "I am going to show you." Marcus unzipped his pants and I felt his monster cock slip into my panties and pierced my ready opening. He pumped his cock in and out of my boipussy so slow that I could imagine him cumming, but it was more than enough for me. I came shuddered and came hard soaking the front of my panties. Marcus just kept up his slow pace, as my boipenis rubbed against my wet silk panties I was lulled into a state of pure ecstasy and filled my panties with a second load of my cum. As I felt Marcus start to shudder he pumped a huge load up my boipussy. It felt so good to have his cock in me that when he pulled it out I almost cried. Rummaging through my clothes Marcus found my phone. He played with my phone for a minute and then snapped a picture of his soft, but still massive cock. He then tossed it down and picked up my shirt which he used to wipe my boipussy slime from his manhood. "That is how you fuck a girl without getting her pregnant. You got my number now honey." I was still leaning face first against the locker so Marcus turned me around, he raised my chin and brought his lips to mine. He kissed me deeply and rubbed my boipenis hard again. Breaking our kiss he asked, "Can I call you some time sweat thing." "Only if it is so that you can fuck me again." I whispered back to him. Marcus chuckled and reached behind me to wipe the little bit of cum that had gotten on his hand from rubbing my panties. He gave me a smack on the ass and left without saying a word. I grabbed my things and hurried to coaches office. The most embarrassing part of that day was that I spent the rest of that hour scooping Marcus cum out of my panties and eating it. The rest of the day was boring, coach kept me under the desk and fucked me in between each class. After the final bell Coach fucked me one last time before shoving me out of his office. HE was about to slam the door when he stopped and motioned to my panties. "Give me those they are mine now. I expect you under my desk face down and ass up ready for me tomorrow morning. Keep the stockings but wear a thong tomorrow, something that is easier to pull aside." Coach slammed the door before I could tell him that my clothes were in his office I was about to knock when he opened the door and threw my clothes out. I reached down to grab my clothes when coach said "And wear a bra, a matching bra." I dressed quickly and then walked up the block to catch the city bus, to the porn shop. Were slow, so all I did was rant in my head at the injustice of Coach taking my panties, my priorities had skewed a bit. I didn't wear bras often so I only had a few matching sets, and didn't want to lose them. About half way through my shift a customer came in look nervous as hell. I saw a perfect mark and went for it. A quick blow job later and I had a matching set of bra and panties to wear to school the next day. TUESDAY I got into school a few minutes after the janitors opened the doors. I didn't know when Coach got to school but I was going to take chance. I stripped down to my new bra and panties and climbed under Coaches desk. He had told me to wear stockings but all of my stay ups were dirty so I opted for a pair of pantyhose that had a large hole cut in them so that they looked like a garter-belt. I dozed off after a few minutes and was startled awake when Coach shoved two fingers roughly up my boipussy. I banged my head and coach laughed as he sawed his fingers in and out of me. I had lubed up before coming into school so I was ready for him. After spending a few solid minutes fingering me I heard Coach unzip his pants. "All right pansy get out from under there and bend over my desk." I crawled out from under the desk and laid down on top of it. Coach unzipped his pants and rubbed his cock along the crack of my ass. He let out a nice moan and then gave me a challenge. "In ten minutes I unlock the door to the locker room and the rest of your class files in. You are staying right where you are till second period. RIGHT WHERE YOU ARE. If you can make me cum before that bell rings I will close my office door, if not well then... everyone gets to see what a little slut you really are. I wonder how long that rumor will take to get around the school. Are you ready." Coach stopped rubbing his cock against me and placed the tip at the opening to my boipussy. Coach rubbed the head of his cock around my opening and then slammed hard into me. He let out a moan as he pulled his cock back out stopping with just the tip left in me. "Alright cunt, time to make me cum." I started to push back but coach slapped my ass hard. "Beg me to fuck you." I knew I didn't want to be put on display so I started begging like a wanton whore "Please coach, please cuck my naughty little boipussy." It worked coach slammed hard and started to pull back again, "Oh god your cock is heaven please fuck me harder." He was barely half way out before he slammed it back in. "YES YES PLEASE USE ME HOLE, fill it with your massive godlike cock. Don't stop keep fucking me like the useless little whore that I am. Put me in my place make me your bitch. Fill my body with your hot sticky man cum. Oh god please bury your cock deeper and deeper in my boipussy." Coach came with almost a minute to spare, I came too pumping a load into my panties. My load got smeared around between my stomach and the desk. Coach pulled his softening cock from my backside and hurried to pull his pants up. He didn't even bother to clean himself up. When I rolled my gaze to the door my whole body spasmed as I realized why, stand in the door way was the schools principle, Mrs. Blackthorn. "Just what in the hell is going on in here?" Coach stumbled for words but was cut off by the principle. "You get to class." I started to stand but she stopped me in a scathing tone. "Not you, you little tramp. Get to class Coach I will deal with you later." Coach finished zipping his pants and scurried out of the room. The principle closed the door and walked around the desk behind me. "I have worked very hard to get where I am. I am a good person I do what is right, most of the time, and now all that will be ruin because one little sissy tart wanted to skip changing out so she fucked her coach." "That isn't what is happening. I promise." I was going to explain but Principle Blackthorn smacked my ass so hard I jumped. "When I want you to speak, I will put the words in your stupid little mouth." She then smacked me again harder than the first time. She then picked up the phone and punched a few numbers. "Caroline, connect me with Billie Winters parents. No wait his mother. Yes I will wait." I couldn't hear the other end of the phone but I saw my whole life crashing around me. I begged even as she smacked me telling me to hush. "Please, please please don't say anything to my mother I won't cause trouble I won't say anything to anyone. I won't get caught I won't cause you any trouble I promise. I will do anything just hang up the phone." "Hello Mrs. Winters, I apologize someone just walked in my office. Can you hold a moment." I looked over my shoulder and watched Principle Blackthorn cover the mouthpiece of the receiver. "Did you say anything?" I nodded yes and she flashed a wicked smile. "Sorry about that Mrs. Winters people just pop their heads into my office all the time. I wanted to ask you about chaperoning some upcoming after school events. The PTA is having the hardest time getting volunteers." Principle Blackthorn rolled the coaches chair closer to me and sat down directly behind me. She reached up and took a hold of the back of my thong panties and pulled them to the side. I watched over my shoulder as she lifted her leg and pressed the tip of her heel to my boipussy. "I have got to tell you I have heard very good things about that boy of yours." She pushed the heel in and snapped her fingers. I didn't know what she wanted me to do at first but then she started to push in and out of me with her heel and I got the idea. I spent the next hour fucking myself with the heel of her shoe while she talked to my mother. I came three times and actually held my hand over my mouth so that I wouldn't cry out. Finally a few minutes before the lockerroom filled with sweaty teenagers she pulled her heel from me and hung up the phone. "OK, Sissy boy here is how this is going to go down. You will wait here until the next class has gone out to the field and then you will make your way to my office. You are only allowed to wear what you are wearing now. If you are late you will be punished. If you don't show up, I will call your mother horrified at what I have found out." Once she was at the door Principle Blackthorn turned back to look at me. "Do you have any questions?" "Can I please wear some clothes." I begged her, my voice trembling. She walked over to me and pulled me up from the desk. She looked at the puddle of cold cum I had left. "Clean that up, quickly now." She said her voice a mixture of sweat caring mother and vindictive mistress. I didn't ask or question I dropped to my knees and licked the puddle clean from the desk. "Well aren't you just a perfect little sissy pet. Ask coach if he has something you can wear. But you still must be wearing what you are wearing now. Whatever he gives you goes OVER this." A Sissy's New Daddy Ch. 07 The interrogation room was cold and they hadn't given Billie anything to wear under the orange prison jumps suit. When Billie had been arrested he had only been wearing a bright blue satin teddy, but it was covered in blood so the police had been taken it as evidence. Now one had asked Billie anything, they stripped him photographed him and then shoved him into the tiny little room. The room was completely empty except for a metal chair sitting in the middle. Billie had sat in it three times. The first time a voice boomed no. The second time the voice said no again and then the lights flickered on and off for a few minutes. The third time the voice said no and the lights turned off for long enough that Billie fell asleep on the floor. Billie had seen enough police shows to know that he needed a lawyer. Whenever he heard someone walking near the door he would scream for a lawyer, but one hadn't come yet. He had lost track of time when the door finally opened but it wasn't who he expected. Standing just outside the door was George Markos, he was wearing a suit and a victorious grin across his face. "Well isn't this just a glorious day." George closed the door and dropped himself into the chair in the in middle of the room. He took a breath and pointed at his feet. Billie didn't move, at least not at first and neither did George. A firm hand pointed where he need to be and while Billie wanted to resist he had been trained to obey. "Where is she?" George asked his hand reaching down and cupping Billie's cheek. "I have waited months to get you somewhere that I could destroy you. Tear you apart and now I here you go and kill your Mom and Frank. I spoke to your father yesterday. I showed him the tapes of you whoring yourself around, I even showed him some of the video of your mom though she wasn't nearly the whore you were. I spun this bullshit story about Frank having an affair with the two of you. I told him that your dear old Mommy got jealous of your sweet tight little ass and in a rage killed Frank. You then killed her." When George finally stopped talking Billie was kneeling at his feet. "I watched him throw up, it was great I could barely hide my cock. The bulge in my pants was ridiculous. I have showed quite a few men what whores their wives are. Though this was the first time I got to show a supposed man what a sissy whore his son turned out to be." "What do you want?" Billie asked his voice unable to hide his defeat. George frowned and then reached back and smacked Billie hard across the face. Billie saw it coming but didn't move besides to flinch right before the blow stuck him. "You haven't gotten rid of that lip yet have you." "I am sorry, Sir." Billie said as he pulled himself up from the floor and covered his burning cheek. Reaching down George took a hold of Billie's hair and pulled his head up. The pain was excruciating and washed over Billie as George pulled him up over his lap. The bright orange inmate pants had an elastic waist band that easily pulled down as George fondled Billie's ass. Billie didn't look back, but he knew when it was coming he had been spanked enough that he could feel the subtle shift in a man's lap when he reached back to bring his hand down. SMACK "Where is she." George asked his voice on an even keel SMACK "I will beat you until you tell me." George asked again, his voice higher just on the edge of rage. SMACK "I don't know, I swear I untied her just so she would be comfortable I didn't expect her to run away." Billie cried out. SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK George didn't stop till tears were pouring down Billie's face. And even then it wasn't Billies crying that stopped him, but a series of knocks on the door. George pulled up Billie's pants and shoved him off his lap. Just in time for the door to open. A woman stepped through, she was a Detective Third Grade that had only had her shield for a few months. Samantha Rodriguez was wearing an off the rack pants suit that didn't quite fit as well as she would have liked. Markos had been gunning to get rid of her since her second week on the job. He had offered to show her the ropes, all she had to do was spread her legs and beg, she said no and had never forgiven her for that. George wasn't the type of guy to take rejection so he didn't even bother to hide his irritation at her presence. "I am interrogating a suspect." "You're questioning MY suspect. The case is mine, I have been looking for him for three days and now I find out that you have had him in custody the entire time. The Captain wants to see you." She said. She did a terrible job hiding the joy she felt at having something over George. Getting up from the chair George brushed past her giving her a slight shove as he did. Billie stood up and reached out to shake the woman's hand to thank her when she reached out and slapped a cuff on his hand. "Billie Masters you are under arrest." Billie was moved to a standard interrogation room, his cuffs secured to the table. He was left alone long enough to start to get worried again. The woman walked back in carrying a stack of folders. She set the folders down and took a seat across from Billie, "So let's talk about what happened the other morning. ************ I was exhausted when Daddy slapped me on the back of my head to wake me. I had passed out sometime after sunrise. The party had cleared out and all that was left was Daddy and the camera man. I had seen the camera man before he had recorded a few of the gang bangs Daddy had set. Daddy had been telling me that the party was going to be a big day for me but now that it was over it felt just like a regular gang bang, except that Daddy grew more excited as dawn approached. I was tied up on all fours on the back porch. I could hear the video from the night before playing on the big screen in the living room with the sound of me begging for more cock pumping out of the surround sound. The camera man packed up his equipment as he and Daddy made some arraignments for me to spend the next weekend with the man. He was tall and slender he had used me the night before but only early on, after that he had taken great care in documenting my debauchery. There was a knock at the door and Daddy got visible excited. He sent the camera man out the back door. The surround sound was turned down and the whole house went quite. Daddy didn't stop the video but I didn't find that out till later. The quite became deafening I wanted to know who was at the door. Daddy had talked about finding a way to meet Principle Blackthorn he was desperate to watch her play with me. I heard voices and then yelling, the yelling was one sided. The yelling was familiar it stirred something in my stomach. A knot twisted when I realized why the yelling sounded so familiar. It was my mother. Her yelling turned into screaming and then a bang. The bang was loud but not deafening, if no one had come out onto the patio I wouldn't have known it was a gunshot. Daddy backed onto the porch and holding his hands up, he looked at me and did his best to suppress a laugh. I think everything was playing out exactly like he expected it too. Stepping out of the sliding glass door my mother let out an audible gasp. Her Gasping is the last thing I heard. My whole world went silent and all I could hear was my heart thumping in rhythm with my breathing. My Mother and Daddy were fighting, arguing. She pushed him away and he fell back tripping over a chair. My mother rushed over to me and unstrapped one of my arms. I couldn't look at her, I couldn't see the pain in her eyes because I was terrified she would tell me that it wasn't my fault. But it was my fault. Daddy had invited me over for the party not blackmailed me, he told me I could come if I wanted to or not it was fine either way. I choose to come, I choose to spread my legs for a group of men. She didn't see Daddy get up at first. I saw him. He touched the back of his head and his hand came back bloody. He pulled a knife from his pocket and flicked it open like a switch blade. What came next happened in a blur. Daddy was across the room and pulled my mother from me and plunged the knife into her stomach over and over again. She stumbled away and I could see that Daddy still had the knife in his hand. His nostrils were flaring wildly when he turned his attention to me "Your mother always has been trash, she never has understood her place as a fuck toy. Not like you have." The hand Daddy was holding the knife in began to shake. Daddy looked to my mother who was lying on the ground above an expanding pool of blood. She was still moving twitching really. Turning back to me Daddy pressed the knife my throat and then he pulled it away. He turned back to my mother and said. "No, no I am not going to kill your precise little snow flake. I am going to sell his whore ass. I know a guy in Thailand; they are always looking for little white whores to put on the streets. That will be fun, oh yes I will hav... Daddy didn't finish his threat, his back exploded throwing blood across the room. It then exploded a second and then a third time before Daddy fell to the ground. My mother lowered the gun and fired until it was empty. It was a struggle but I was able to free my other arm and then my legs. My mother was speaking but her voice was weak, too quiet for me to hear. And when I finally was able to get across the room pulling her up into my arms she was already dead. *********** The door to the interview room burst open and the camera man entered the room. He wasn't dressed the same, over the weekend he had been in loose shorts and a white t-shirt with a faded 80's cartoon character on the front of it; Now he was wearing a decent tailored suit and carrying a brief case. His tie was knotted in small tight knot and pinned to his shirt with dark red jewel. "What the hell are you doing interrogating my client with-out council." The detective stood and looked from the lawyer to Billie, She closed the not bad she had sitting out on the table before looking back to the Camera Man Lawyer. She started to speak and then stopped, turning her attention back to Billie. "Is this guy your lawyer kid? Cause I can't help you if he stops you from talking." "That is enough Detective, Your Captain wants to talk to you now." The lawyer said as he walked over to the table and set his brief case down. No one, not Billie or the detective caught just what he said, so the just waited letting the moment hang between them. "I don't have all day Detective, and I don't imagine you do either." For her part the detective did her best to give Billie a chance to say he didn't know the man. The problem was Billie didn't know her either. And he may not have known the camera man lawyer really well but he hadn't been cruel to him this weekend. So he answered her with the wrong answer. "He is my lawyer, he is a friend of my Daddy's." She caught that line and was about to say something when the door opened and a third police officer entered. He was younger than George but older the Rodriguez. He was a typical middle aged man that had felt his age for long enough that he decided to do something about it. He had let his hair grow long and hit the gym enough that his clothes fit again, but he was still wearing a shirt his gut had stretched out and was covered in poorly bleached coffee stains. "Rodriguez, get your ass out here." Rodriguez followed her Captain out and only reluctantly closed the door. Camera Man Lawyer set his brief case down and looked at his watch. Once the right amount of time passed he laid his briefcase down and popping the locks pulled out a video camera. He flipped the side screen out and powered it on. Setting the camera aside he pulled out a small light meter and walked around the room taking readings. He shook his head in a couple of places before returning to his briefcase. Pulling four battery powered LED lights out Camera Man Lawyer went around the room setting up the lights. Each one had suction cups on the bottom of the light. Once they were set up they flooded the room with a pale blue hue. Once the room was lit properly Camera Man Lawyer returned to his briefcase and removed a small tripod. On the end of each leg was magnet that stuck firmly to the table. Camera Man Lawyer then placed the small camera and watched it shake slightly as it settled into place on its own magnet. Taking time he adjusted the angle the camera would film before He picked it up and placed it back on again testing not only how hard it would be to remove but if the angle would change. Finally satisfied with the setup of his camera and lights he pulled a small pile of silk form his briefcase and set it on the table in front of Billie. He tossed a small bottle of lubricant down on top of it. Billie had not moved since the detectives left he hadn't even spoken because he wasn't sure completely what was expected of him. Picking up his video recorder, Camera Man Lawyer closed his briefcase and set it on the floor, he then pulled a chair to the side of Billie and turned on the recorder. "I brought you something to change into." His voice was different then when he was talking to the Detective. It was as if a mask had been pulled away. "Go ahead and get changed." Billie held up the pile of silk and found a vintage nightie. He had only ever seen something like this in a catalogue it was heavy white silk that would cover him like a one piece bathing suit; though this one had lace bra cups and snaps at the crotch. Billie pulled off the bright orange correction issued jumpsuit. Before putting on the nightie, Billie took a moment to lube his boipussy, he used three fingers to get his backside ready for the cock he was craving. The lace around the leg holes tickled Billie's legs as he pulled the nighty up. The back was a full cut thought it still left the bottom curve of Billie's ass exposed. Slipping his arms into the garment Billie settled it into place and ran his hands across his body. Billie felt at ease for the first time in days, he looked over to Camera Man Lawyer and smiled. Camera Man Lawyer smiled back and patted his bulging cock through his linen trousers. Billie stepped to him and turning his back to the man bent at the waist. Billie leaned back and pressed his ass into the man's chest and slowly slid down till he was planted firmly on the hard cock he was craving. Billie was in his element again. He pushed the past few days out of his mind and turned on the man in front of him. Billie rubbed his ass in a gentle circle around the man's cock feeling it pulse in his pants. He knew Camera Man Lawyer was ready to cum. Dropping to his knees Billie opened the man's pants, his cock wasn't massive but looking at it Billie knew that it would fit perfectly inside his boipussy. Pulling his sillk boxers aside Billie ran his tongue up and down the shaft of Camera Man Lawyers cock. Billie thought about climbing onto the man's lap but then he remembered the tripod on the table. Taking the cock into his mouth Billie slobbered on it enough to make it for the man to ram it into his tight backside. Rising up off of his lap Billie, stood on his toes and walked over to the table, one foot in front of the other so his ass would sway like a runway models. Reaching the table Billie held himself up while he spread his legs wide. Once his legs were spread He leaned down across the table, keeping one arm under him so he could unsnap the nighties crotch, opening his boipussy up for Camera Man Lawyer. Billie closed his eyes and gently bit his lip waiting to feel the head of a hard cock enter his body. It didn't take long, first Billie felt a cool hand on his back and then he heard the TINK of the cameras magnetic base clamping to the magnetic tripod, Camera Man Lawyers other hand rested on Billie's back for a moment before spreading Billie's cheeks. He put the head of his cock against Billie and rubbed it around, tickling Billie. Squeezing his eyes shut as hard as he could Billie tried to wait for it, tried not to beg but he couldn't "Please fuck me, fill me with your cock." The lube allowed the cock to slide into Billie easily as he let out a little squeal. Camera Man Lawyer just start to slowly pump in and out of Billie. The rhythmic in and out didn't last long, Camera Lawyer Man was all about the place and the set up. He came quickly, pumping load after load into Billie. The feeling sent Billie over the edge and he shot a load into the front of the nightie. Billie expected Camera Man Lawyer to stop fucking him, but he didn't he just kept slowly pounding away. He softened for a moment and then hardened again. Billie smiled and started pushing back whenever the cock was closing to leaving his boipussy. And for the next ten minutes the man and his sissy fucked in unison. Billie came again before a second load was pumped into his boipussy. There was an immense feeling of loss as Camera Man Lawyer pulled his cock from Billie's backside. Billie let out a shallow sigh as his head sagged down. The glow of sex was faltering and the past days were starting to creep back into Billie's thoughts. His mind flashed to his mother, he couldn't get the image of his mother out of his mind. A hand on his ass woke Billie up. Camera Man Lawyer was refastening the nightie. Once it was buttoned, he picked up the camera again and started filming as he pushed the satin back of the nightie into Billie's boipussy. He pumped his thumb in and out until Billie begged to be fucked again. "Climb up on the table, lay down on your back and lift your legs up." There wasn't a moment of hesitation in Billie's body he climbed onto the table and flipped onto his back. Lifting his legs up Billie had to grab his thighs to hold them up, that spread his legs wide, which is exactly what Camera Man Lawyer wanted. He pushed his fingers inside the nightie and scooped up a gob of cum as it dripped from Billie's boipussy. Reaching up Camera Man Lawyer shoved his cum slathered fingers into Billie's mouth. "What do you say?" "Please Sir, I want some more." Billie whispered. Camera Man Lawyers smiled slipped a little so Billie repeated himself, a little bit louder, "Please Sir, I want more CUM!" With a big smile, Camera Man Lawyer reached his fingers back into Billie's Nightie and scooped more cum up and feeding it too Billie. After a third scoop he motioned for Billie to get off the table. Climbing down form the table Billie noticed that Camera Man Lawyer still had his cock hanging out of his pants, and he was hard again. Billie dropped to his knees and took the cock into his mouth. It tasted a bit fowl but when he heard the man sigh and felt a hand on the back of his head Billie felt at home. Billie was allowed to do as he pleased with the cock, so he spent his time caressing the warm man cock before him. Using every trick he had, gently dragging his teeth along the skin, breathing in as he slide it from his mouth and breathing out as he slide it in. He took Camera Man Lawyers balls into his hands and gently caressed them as he slide a finger back and gently pierced his lover's backside. Camera Man Lawyer squeezed the back of Billie's head as his balls began to tighten. Billie knew he was about to cum but wasn't expecting him to pull out. Sliding the pulsing cock from Billie's mouth he stroked it until it pumped a half dozen heavy ropes of cum across Billie's face. Flinching back Billie almost fell to the ground. Camera Man Lawyer took ahold of the recorder with two hand and zoomed in for a close up of Billie's face. Smiling Billie stuck his tongue out and wrapped it around his upper lip. Shutting off the recorder, Camera Man Lawyer quickly puts it back in his brief case. "That was very good, you make a very well behaved slut. I am going to pull some strings and get this dismissed as soon as I can. I need you to keep your head down can you do that. No getting in trouble in jail." A Sissy's New Daddy Ch. 08 As I finish this chapter and prepare to start on the final ninth chapter I want to take a moment to thank everyone that has sent me letters of support. You have really helped keep me going in writing this and I hope you have enjoyed the ride as much as I have. ***** Chapter 8 - The Prison Billie was being pulled through gates faster than his feet could keep up. His new cell mate, a young man name Thomas, was dragging Billie away from the ever spreading violence. A fight had started over the TV and it was spreading quickly. The guards that moved in to stop the fight had already gone down and the ones that had stayed in the watch rooms had sealed themselves in. "This isn't as big a deal as you think, we just need to get back to our cell close the door and wait. A few people will come by all pissed off and I will suck their cocks and the will smile and wonder off." Billie said as he started to pull him back towards the cell block. "This isn't a regular riot." Thomas said as he continued to pull Billie forward. "What does that even mean?" Billie yelled as the turned the corner and ran into Mitchell a brutal guard that had ownded Billie when he was first incarcerated. Billie started to pull away but Thomas grabbed him with both arms and yanked him closer to Mitchell. "Let me go, you don't understand let me go." "I am so sorry Billie, please don't hate me." Thomas cried tears in his eyes as Mitchell reached out and took a hold of each of them. It took a little bit of effort but he managed to get the two inmates across the hall and shoved into a store room. Waiting inside were Fitz and Slim, in all their time selling Billie, Slim had never said a word. Not one word. "What are they doing here? We had a deal" "Sorry Bitch, but hey look at it as a life lesson, never take your eyes off the board." Mitchell said as he pushed Thomas over towards the two other inmates, "There I got you a new Cunt, to sell." Slim grabbed Thomas, pulling his arms behind his back. Fitz flipped out a shiv, a small razor melted into a tooth brush and started to cut away Thomas clothes. Thomas froze at the site of the blade, his face shaking no and his lips quivering. Billie called out to him fighting to keep Mitchells hand away from his mouth, "Don't fight them Thomas, just do what they tell you as long as you make them money they won't hurt you." "You need to keep your whore mouth shut." Fitz turned and started towards Billie, until Mitchell shot him a look. Turning back to Thomas he continued, "New cunts arrive every week. You give me lip and I will carve you up dump you in a hole no one will ever find." Mitchell pushed Billie out of the room and while Fitz and Slim finished stripping Thomas. The hallway was going to be over taken soon and Mitchell knew it. Billie started fighting harder but he was no match for the two hundred pound guard. Dragging Billie across the hall Mitchell pressed him against a door and fumbled in his pocket for his keys. He pulled them free just as the rioting inmates rounded the corner. Billie and Mitchell practically fell through the door. The room was dark and Billie fell to the ground, stumbling over a rolling mop bucket he couldn't see. Flipping the light on Mitchell frowned when he realized that in a hurry he had picked a janitors closet to do his deed. "Me and you are going to have one last go round gurl." "Then what?" Billie asked his eyes franticly searching the small room. Mitchell looked to Billie and smiled as he unzipped his pants and let them slip down to mid-thigh. "Don't you worry about that." A gallon jug of bleach was within Billie's reach, Mitchells Keys were in his pocket and his pants were around his knees. With a quick motion Billie jumped at Mitchell kicking him as hard as he could in the groin. Mitchell doubled over crying out in pain. Billie didn't waste any time, he grabbed the full bottle of bleach and struck Mitchell across the back of the head. The bottle cap exploded dousing Mitchell and Billie with bleach. Mitchell started to stand up and Billie panicked. There was a broom in the far corner. Billie Jumped over Mitchell and grabbed for it. Fingers wrapped themselves around Billie's ankle and tried to pull him down. He spun around and started swinging with the broom. The first strike hit shoulder and the second struck Mitchells ear. Blood started pumping from the wound and Mitchell growled back at Billie. Forgetting the keys Billie started for the door. Mitchell reached out and grabbed Billie again, this time he got only his pants but when he yanked back he brought Billie to the ground. Billie held tight to the broom as fell, it caught on a shelf and snapped with a loud crack. Mitchell kept pulling but instead of pulling Billie all he was able to do was start to pull Billie's pants off. Keeping a hold of one pant leg Mitchell reached with his free hand for Billie's other leg, "I was going to make it quick but not now you little whore." Kicking stopped Mitchell for a breath which was long enough for Billie to start swinging the now broken broom handle. Pulling his pants up with his free hand Billie scrambled to his feet. "I am going out this door. Give me your keys and I will lock you in here." "And why the fuck would I do that?" Mitchell barked as he pulled his pants up and got to his feet. "I can hear them in the hall way. It doesn't matter if you stop me once this door cracks open and they realize you are in here they will kill you." Billie said, his eyes narrow and his voice dripping with hate. "Maybe I should just let them kill you." Mitchell pulled the keys from his pocket and tossed them at Billie's feet. "When this is all over I will find you, you know that right. I gave Fritz and Slim another little sissy to make some bank off of I will have you all to myself again." "You know how I have survived in here, I don't worry about tomorrow until tomorrow." Billie said as he slipped out of the door the keys under his foot. There were a few people in the hall way but they were lined up across the hall waiting to use Thomas. With no one looking his way Billie reached down grabbed the keys and locked the closet. He started to leave to go back to his cell when he heard Thomas cry out, begging just like Billie said to do 'I will be a good little sissy bitch.' Moving along the wall opposite the room Billie managed to position himself so he could see in. Thomas was tied bent over a chair his clothes were gone cut to shreds on the floor around him. A mop (with its handle removed) was stuck on his head to act as a wig. Billie couldn't see Slim but Fritz was negating with an inmate while another one took his time using Thomas. One of the inmates in line saw Billie and tap some others on the shoulder motioned towards Billie, "Look it's their old Sissy. Sorry honey it looks like you got replaced." Billie barely heard the man speak. He was focused on Thomas and his begging. He took a step towards the room and the inmate spoke again, "Oh damn a cat fight, I bet they try and make us pay to watch." The busted broom stick was still in Billies hand, though hidden behind his back. As he stepped closer he pulled it around and the inmates dropped their smiles. Weapons meant blood, and riots meant no doctors, no doctors meant infection. The line outside the room cleared in seconds That just left Fritz, Slim and the other two. With no clue what to do Billie just went for crazy. He charged into the room right for Fritz, swinging the broom stick wildly. The inmate negotiating for a turn dropped to the ground and bolted from the room on all fours. Fritz didn't react fast enough and the broom handle caught him in the eye. Blood arced across the space and splattered Billie's shirt. Fritz fell to the ground screaming. Slim had to pull his hands out of his pants before he could start towards Billie. The brief delay gave Billie the time he needed. Slim took a step and Billie swung the broom handle. Slim grabbed and tried to twist it away but only managed to stab himself in the hand with it. Fritz cried out again drawing Slims attention, his face was anguished as he looked to his fallen friend. "You two have a lot of enemy's how long until some of them come looking for you. Especially when words gets out that he is blind now." Panic washed over Slim but was quickly eclipsed by anger. He took a step towards Billie, but was pushed back by a swing of the stick. "You can kill me tomorrow, If you two live till tomorrow." Conflicted Slim took a step towards Fritz, Billie followed his lead and circled away from the door and closer to Thomas. Slim turned away and started to help Fritz up. Billie dropped the stick and hurried over to Thomas, dropping to his knees. They had used Duct Tape to secure him to the chair. Billie pulled the tape from one hand before moving to Thomas feet. A load roar drew Billies attention the moment before Slim slammed into him. The force of the blow knocked the wind out of Billie as the two curled into a ball and began flailing wildly at each other. Slim is striking Billie in his back and his side, while Billie was aiming for Slims face scratching and clawing wildly. A chair slammed into Slims back and the man collapsed. Billie didn't have time to register who hit Slim before Thomas grabbed him and pulled him to his feet. The hurried out of the room, just as a group of guards passed in full riot gear. Billie quickly locked the door and started to push Thomas away from the guards when one of them looked back. The Guard and Billie made eye contact and the guard stopped in his tracks. Billie started to run but the guard called out to him, it was Kenneth. Billie hadn't seen Kenneth since his first week. "Billie, Office 206 B. Get there and get there fast." Kenneth started fumbleing with a set of keys that were attached to his belt. "I have a set." "Do they have a key marked L3?" Kenneth asked. Letting go of the keys on his belt. "G3, E2, CR1, CBA, CBB, CBC, CBD, L4..." Billie said as he moved through the keys. "L3, yes I have an L3." "L3. L3 will get you into the room. E2 will activate the elevator two halls over. 206B is at the far end of the hall when you exit on the second floor. When you get to the door bang three times and say your name, before opening the door. The Warden is waiting for you." Kenneth looked back in the direction he had been heading when he heard some screaming. "He is waiting for you he was supposed to meet with you today." Kenneth turned at started at a full run towards the other guards, "Tell him everything." They had barely reached the end of the first hallway when they noise of an approaching mob of inmates forced the two into a closet. Billie pushed Thomas into the black room and slammed the door. Once the sounds passed Billie started to open the door but Thomas stopped him. Pushing his hands against the door Thomas said, "I'm naked." Billie groped for a light switch until the room exploded in with a white flickering light. Thomas screamed, the woman screamed and Billie almost collapsed, "Please don't hurt me." The woman worked the visitor's desk. She was mousy and quiet and had a way about her that could calm even the angriest family member. "Please I just want to go home." "Believe me we all do." Billie said as he slipped his pants off and handed them to Thomas. Billie was so used to being stripped down around people that it didn't bother him that he was now wearing nothing but a pair of pink lace bikini panties and a standard issue pull over shirt. "We aren't going to hurt you. We have keys that will get us to the second floor. We can lock the door when we leave or you can come with us." Looking the woman over Billie realized he would have to do something about her clothes. Her blouse had been ripped open and her skirt had been ripped off. Her bra and panties had faired ok, but her pantyhose had been ripped almost to shreads, and one her shoes was missing its heel. Billie picked up her skirt as he helped her to her feet. Wrapping it around her waist and tying it off Billie started talking. "Lose the shoes and we will tie you shirt closed." Following orders She stepped out of her shoes as Billie tied the front of the blouse into an heavy knot just above the woman's navel. "What's your name?" "Sandy" the woman answered. "This will all be over tomorrow maybe even tonight and you will be stronger for it. To get through today I need you to know that you will be ok tomorrow and that you are strong enough to live till tomorrow can you do that?" Billie asked as he pulled her hair back and twisted it into a bun. "Yes." She answered her voice stronger then it was when she spoke a few moments ago. Thomas had pulled the pants on and was peeking out the door when Billie was finished getting Sandy ready to run. "I think I am going to be sick." "You get used to it." Billie said as he left her side and grabbed the door, "Does it sound like any one is near us?" "I hear a lot of yelling but I can't tell from where. It sounds like it is coming from everywhere." Thomas said as he cracked the door open wider and stuck his head out. Pulling it back in he looked to Billie and then to Sandy, "I think the coast is clear." Thomas stepped away from the door and let Billie go first. The hall was quiet and Billie was happy he wasn't wearing any shoes. Keeping close to the wall Billie looked in the direction they were going and found the first door. Holding what he hoped was the key in his hand he waved for the others to follow. Sandy exited the closet quickly followed by Thomas. They leap frogged from door to door until they reached the gate to the next cell block. Billie was fumbling with the keys when he heard someone scream, from the other side of the gate. In a panic Billie dropped the keys as a horde of inmates slammed against the gate. "Open the gate let us out." "We want to fuck you three." "Fuck that guy, just let us out." Sandy started backing away as Billie knelt down and grabbed the keys. He turned to Thomas and Sandy, "We need to find another way." They scrambled around the nearest corner and almost ran into another mob of inmates. Billie pulled them into the first door he could find and quickly locked it. "We should just stay here." Sandy was the one to speak and she was happy. Thomas parroted her euphoria. Turning Billie found that they were in a central camera room. They could see almost every inch of the prison. Riots were raging in every cell block. Billie moved to the bank of monitors and started scanning them. "It's a perfect place to stay right?" "No there are more keys out there. A lot of keys will get into this room. Not a lot will get to the second floor." Billie said as he continued to scan the monitors. Mapping a route they would take to the elevators. "There are a lot of keys to the second floor." Sandy said as she moved to the monitors watching the inmates in cellblock two slam themselves against the gate trapping them inside. "I have been here two years, I have fucked and sucked every guard in the place." Billie said turning back to Sandy. "Do you know how many times I have been in this room?" Billie waited for Sandy to shake her head no "six times, See that chair there." Billie pointed to a wooden chair shoved in a corner. "I was tied to that for a whole day while every guard here used my boipussy." "When did you go up to the second floor?" Thomas asked as he moved closer and closer to a monitor showing the front gate. His eyes were big, like a child that was sure he could push through the window and into the other world if he just got a little closer. "The old warden, about half way through my first week I was brought before him he made me beg someone for my freedom." Billie said as he pressed his ear against the door and then cracked the door. Once he knew the coast was clear he motioned for the others to follow him. "Warden Dean, was a good man." Sandy said as she moved in close to Billie. "Warden Dean was a sadist and a narcissist." Billie said as he pushed out the door and rushed down the hall. Looking over his shoulder, Billie made sure that the others were staying with him. IT took an hour of hiding in closest and dashing down halls to get to the elevator. They pressed the button but the doors didn't open. Directly across from the elevator was another control room. Billie used the keys and opened the door. The elevator was empty, but it required a key for the door to stay open. As soon as Billie's hand let go of the key the door closed. "One of us needs to stay here and hold the door open while the other two get onto the elevator so we can hold the door." "I will stay you two get on the elevator." Thomas said his voice trembling, ready to change his mind the second someone else offered to stay. Billie didn't risk it and answered a quick Ok. He took two steps towards the door when Sandy spoke up. "Take the rest of the keys." Turning back Billie looked at her confused. "Just in case we need one inside the elevator." Thomas agreed and removing the elevator key from the ring handed the rest to Billie. Taking the keys Billie held Thomas hand long enough for Thomas to look up at him "As soon as I am at that door you run." The elevator door chimed and slid open just as Billie and Sandy reached it. Once inside Billie held the door and motioned for Thomas to hurry - only he didn't. Billie yelled for him to come on and that's when he clicked on the microphone. "I just got here yesterday." "So what." Billie yelled out. "They put in a new elevator last month." Sandy replied. That was when Billie looked to the walls just inside the elevator. There were no buttons, no way to select what floor. "We can figure it out once you are in here come on." Billie screamed. A loud noise drew both of their attentions. A mob of inmates dressed in stolen riot gear were heading towards the trio. "Get in this elevator now." Billie felt hands wrap around him just a seconds before he was pulled back into the elevator. The two crumpled to the floor. The doors closed just slow enough for Billie to watch as Thomas pulled the key from the console and swallowed it. The doors snapped shut with a bump and then the elevator began to move. "We could have tried something once we were all on the elevator." Billie said as he pulled himself away from Sandy. "This isn't a movie. The only way we were getting up was if one of us stayed behind." Sandy said as she crawled away from Billie and pulled her legs in tight. It took another ten minutes for the pair to reach the wardens office, only to find it was empty. The office seemed smaller than it had the last time Billie had been here, maybe the furniture was different. The phone was ringing, it wasn't the regular phone. It was a small black phone with a light on top of it and no keypad. The ringer wasn't the standard pulsing tone it was a constant buzzing. Sandy went to the window ignoring the phone. Billie was curious so he picked it up. "Hello, may I ask who I am talking to." The calm voice on the other side said. Billie said his name and then both sides waited for a long moment. "What are your demands?" "The call is for you." Billie said calling Sandy away from the window. He handed her the phone and she spent the next twenty minutes giving the man on the other side of the phone all the information that they had. Once she was done talking Sandy walked over to the window and watched with Billie as a group of guards in riot gear tried and failed to retake one of the entrances from the yard. "What you were saying earlier. Was that true or were you just trying to get me to leave the control room." Billie looked to Sandy and started to tell his story. -------- George handled my transfer from the clinic to the prison personally. Transferred isn't the most accurate word, I was in the trunk of George's car, not any kind of official department of corrections transport. I was still wearing the white cotton bra and panties that Catherine had traded me. As I heard the trunk opening I expected to be blinded again, just like I had when he rented me out to a group of homeless men. I didn't have to do anything with the men, the bent me over trash can and pulled my panties down. George gave them only one rule they could fuck me as many times as dollars they had, they just had to make sure the only came on my face. Of course more than a few of them shot there loads as they were pulling out. George had a special belt and spanked me each time when of them did, because it was my fault they came too quickly. A Sissy's New Daddy I heard his belt come undone and then a zipper before he dropped his pants. I planted my hands hard onto the table pushing up with all my might but he slammed me back down again. "I tried to be nice. I really did." I couldn't see what he was doing now but I could feel that his fingers were wet when he slipped them into my backside. I could feel his cock rubbing against me and I started to scream. His hand left my back and grabbed the back of my head forcefully slamming my face into the table. He started to slowly slide his fingers in and out of my ass. After a few minutes he spoke again "I can see now you need to be shown a sissy's place in the world." His cock was rock hard and sticking straight out as he guided to my puckered backside. I could feel his body twitching I knew he was going to take me right there. I craved cock endlessly but so far I had been too afraid to let Mickey anywhere near my ass. I wondered why he was waiting and then he gave me a choice. He said "Sissy by Monday morning you will be my slave. You will do my bidding without a second thought. Now there are two ways I can get you to that place. The first is simple. I spend the next Sixty-Seven hours abusing and humiliating you. When I am done with you, you won't even breathe without looking to me for permission." Mr. Morgan paused and rubbed his hand over my lower back and ass. Settling his hand over my left cheek he give it a quick forceful slap. When I didn't respond fast enough he gave me a second hard slap. My voice was low I was afraid of my own voice as if someone would hear me and no it was me bent over the table. He smacked me a third time and I finally spoke up. "What is the other option... Daddy." "The second option is one that I think will be very good for you. The second option is that you will profess your obedience to me on camera and explain to anyone watching that you are in fact a slave. So right now which is it option one or two?" He didn't sit there passively waiting for my answer, Mr. Morgan 'Daddy' was probing my back side with his cock while he reached around and tweaked my nipples. Nestling his cock between my cheeks Daddy leaned over me and whispered in my ear. "I was honest about option two being your best choice. But I really hope you pick the first option. I have some friends that would love to bury their cocks deep in a little piece of sissy pussy like you. I bet your face would look amazing with ten or fifteen loads of hot cum dripping down it." I felt a cold shiver down my spine I couldn't tell if he was bluffing but I didn't want to find out. I spoke clearly the first time even if it was a little quite "I choose the second option, Sir." Daddy let out a heavy sigh and raised himself up. He took a hold of both cheeks and gave them a firm squeeze "Your parents have a video camera, right. Go get it and meet me in their room." He stepped back and allowed me to get up. I watched him kick off his shoes and step out of his pants before I went looking for the camera. If I remembered right they kept it in my dad's home office. As I walked into my father's office I was suddenly very aware of my nudity. My father was the type to always buy the latest and the greatest tech toys. Of course he would lose interest in them about five minutes later so I was too surprised to find that my parents hadn't taken it on their trip with them. I was surprised though to find it charged. I grabbed the camera and quickly left the cluttered home office. Our house was a split design, the master suite on one side and the rest of the rooms on the other. So I had to cross the entire place to get to my parents room. I expected to find Mr. Morgan, Daddy, waiting for me griping that I had taken too long. Instead I found him digging through my mother's side of the walk in closet. It was like he had me low-jacked because the moment I walked in the door he called out to me "Stand in the far corner facing the wall." I set the camera down on the bed and walked over to the corner. From where I was standing I could see my mother's vanity. It was old fashioned and had a large mirror that gave me a clear view of everything behind me. I could see Mr. Morgan, he wasn't rummaging about he was looking for something specific. I was starting to wonder how many times he had been in my house. Pulling down a large white shirt box, Mr. Morgan smiled as he let out a quite little laugh. As he was walking to the bed he looked into the vanity and winked. I looked away as my blood ran cold. "Come on over here, Sissy." He said tossing the box onto my parent's bed. I walked over to him and as I drew near he took a hold of my hips guiding me until I was standing with him right behind me. The box was a good distance away so when he told me to open it, I naturally started to step away. Mr. Morgan, Daddy I reminded myself, dug his fingers into my hips stopping me from moving. As he slid one hand around to cup my penis he slid his other up my back. His hand felt like a burning ember as he gently pushed me down. One my stomach was parallel with the bed, Daddy started talking again. "Open the box." I pulled the box open and was surprised to find a bright white set of bridal lingerie. Everything was in the box panties, bustier, stockings and a thin garter belt. I had seen my fair share of panties, lace, silk, cotton and everything in between but I had never seen lace this delicate. I reached in the box and ran my fingers over the bustier. The parts of the garment that weren't covered in lace were covered in a thick satin. I was ashamed to admit it, even to myself but if I had known this was in my mother's closet I would have worn it ages ago. As my caress moved to the panties I could feel his cock getting hard against my ass. "Do you know what that is?" He asked as he slowly rubbed his cock along the crack of my ass. His fingers brushed the shaft of my penis which was growing harder with each breath I took. I nearly jumped when I felt his other hand press a finger to my ass. Daddy then started to move his finger in a rhythmic circle. I gasped and as much as I wanted this all to end and for him to go away, at that moment right then I desperately wanted him to fuck me. I wanted him to enter me and make me his bride. If he had promised me that I would have begged him to take me. Instead he stopped caressing me and squeezed my testicles tight. "Answer me." My eyes bulged out of my head and my voice, when it did come was sputtering and hoarse. "Bridal lingerie." He released his grasp and returned to stroking my penis but the pain still lingered. "Very good, I told you that you are a sissy at heart. These are the panties that your mommy wore the night she became your Fathers property. And I think it is only fitting that you were them the night you become my property." "Ok enough of that." He said as he jerked away from my backside. Moving around me Mr. Morgan picked up the video camera and gave it a once over before turning his attention back to me. "To start with I want you to get dressed in your mommy's lingerie, kissing each article before you put it on. Then I want you to put on some bright red lipstick and paint your finger nails a matching color. When you're done meet me in your Fathers office." He gave me a hard smack on my ass before leaving me alone to complete my tasks. I held myself up till he left the room but the moment he was out of site I collapsed to the floor. Tears flowed freely and my body was racked with sobs. I gave myself a minute to cry but I knew I didn't have long and I said to myself if this was the easy way I really didn't want to experience the hard way. I got to my feet and took the panties from the box first. The fabrics were not as thin as what was used now and the cut wasn't flattering at all. It seems that when my mother was married bikini panties had not come into style yet. I went to step into them when I remembered Daddy's orders. I brought the panties to my lips and gently kissed them before sliding them up my legs. The lace tickled my now smooth legs and I was delighted by the feeling. I wanted to take them off and put them on again but I knew the feeling wouldn't be the same. As I settled the panties into place and picked up the bustier. Were the panties were translucent lace the bustier was a solid satin base with lace panels layered on top of it. Six straps hung down from the bustier's hem with clips to hold up stockings. That was when I noticed there was nothing else in the box. I put that out of my mind for the time being and instead focused on getting the bustier on. It was much more difficult than the occasional bra I had tried on. It had over a dozen clasps in the back that climbed higher up my back than I could reach. I understood then why brides always surrounded themselves with brides maids at weddings. In the end I wrapped it around myself backwards and spun the bustier around once I as done. I slipped my arms into the straps and pulled it up into place. I felt lovely covered in satin and lace it wasn't till I looked at myself in the mirror that the fantasy came crashing down. The bustier's empty cups and the bulge in my panties reminded me that I wasn't really the woman I so very desperately desired to be. As my gaze lowered I was reminded that the box contained no stockings. Daddy had implied that I should only wear what was in the box. I was pretty sure he had assumed the stockings had been in the box. And I just knew he wouldn't want me to meet him without stockings. I pulled out a pair of white lace top nylon stockings from my mother's dresser. The stockings felt cool as I slide them up my leg, every inch of them exploded in a tingling sensation. Even though I had never worn a pair I just knew I need some heels to make my outfit complete. As I was rummaging through my mother's shoes, discarding all that weren't just perfect, something occurred to me. I wasn't dressed as I was by choice. I hadn't chosen Mr. Morgan as a partner; He was forcing himself on me. Of course the one partner I had chosen for myself was barely a choice. I didn't spend time with Mickey Dolans because I wanted to I did it to stop being harassed. As I picked up a completely out of character for my mother pair of red spiked heels, I wondered if this is all my life was going to be. Was I going to spend the rest of my life as the play thing of forceful men? I wasn't ready to ask those questions of myself yet so I returned the red slut heels and grabbed a more reasonable pair. They were white with a three inch heel. I slipped the shoes on and took a few tentative steps. Once I crossed my parent's room a few times without stumbling I took a seat at my mother's vanity. The chair was an antique wooden chair with almost no padding. It was an antique that had been passed down on my mother's side of the family. The chair didn't match the vanity and I was surprised my mother hadn't squirreled it away in the attic. She favored consistence and visual appeal above nostalgia. While I knew my father would disapprove of my sucking the occasional cock in nothing but pink lace panties, it was my mother whose reprisal I truly feared. Pushing thoughts of future traumas from my mind I carefully looked through my mother's makeup. Everything on the table was meticulously ordered. I ignored most of the makeup and zeroed in on the lipstick and nail polish. There were probably two dozen different colors and about half of them were shades of red. Thinking back to the spiked heels and her panty collection I was starting to think my mother had a thing for the color red. I didn't know anything about matching skin tone to color so I just grabbed one of the reds that would be easiest to replace. My first time putting lipstick on did not go well. I was so excited as I pulled the top off that I sent it flying across the room. When I finally got around to applying the deep red lipstick, my hand twitched so bad I left an uneven edge around my lips. I thought about trying to cleaning it up but was nervous I would do more harm than good. I twisted the stick back into the tube set it down before I went looking for the cap. I was pretty sure it went under my parent's bed but after five minutes of looking I gave up and figured I would find it later. Returning to the vanity I set the lipstick aside and grabbed the bottle of nail polish. I actually found painting my nails easier then applying the lipstick. They were covered in just a few minutes and dried almost as fast. As I sat there blowing gently on my nails I realized it was time. My tongue darted out and I liked the tip of my finger. I don't know why I did it, the funny thing is it something that I always did after that day it became a sort of ritual. I stood up and caught a glimpse of myself in a full length mirror. My hair could have been a more feminine cut but my slim body looked lovely in the lingerie. I reached up and tweaked both of my nipples. I wasn't aroused by it but it was what I felt I should do. They stiffened a little and then I licked my fingers and tweaked them again. Once they were hard I started the walk to my Fathers office. I walked quickly at first taking long elegant strides, but the closer I got the smaller my steps became. The click of my Fathers decade old keyboard echoed down the hall as I drew closer to his office. Mr. Morgan, Daddy was very busy on my Father's computer. I know I had taken some time to prepare myself and I was surprised that Daddy had found something to keep himself busy for so long. When I entered my birth fathers office I found my daddy sitting naked behind his desk. He took much better shape of himself then I thought he did. My parent's video camera was pointed at the door and obviously me. I tried to look sexy. I pushed out my non-existent chest and flat boy ass all while pouting my lips out like a porn star. He let me stand there for a few minutes as if my sudden appearance was some sort of inconvenience. When he did finally look up at me he laughed, he actually laughed. Daddy then waved his hand for me to come around the desk, at the same time he picked the camera up making sure the cameras all seeing electronic eye was always on me. Holding the camera with one hand, Daddy turned the computer monitor to face me. The monitor was blank at first then it dissolved to a picture of me on my knees giving Mickey head. I felt flush when I saw the picture and that made Daddy smile. The picture only stayed on the screen for a few seconds and then it change. Words started typing across the screen. 'Read the following out loud' The screen dissolved to white and then more words started to appear. I started to read the words as soon as they appeared. "Hello, my name is William, But I hate that name. My friends call me Billy, but I hate that name too. I hate those names, because they are boys names. I don't know if you noticed but I am not a boy. I am a... The next words shuttered in my mouth when I tried to say them. I blinked hard and continued reading. "I am a cock loving, panty wearing pussy boy. I don't do very good in school, because there are so many boys all around and all I can think of is how much I want to suck their beautiful cocks. Daddy pointed at me with two fingers and then gave me the signal to drop down to my knees. Once I was kneeling he stood. His cock was impressive it put Mickey's to shame and made mine look like a baby's. When he stepped to me the tip of that magnificent cock brushed against my nose. My jaw actually twitched as I parted my lips to take his cock into my mouth. Daddy rested his free hand on the top of my head. He didn't try and force me to take more of his cock then I was ready for. I was in ecstasy as my tongue slid across the underside of his cock. He let out a quite moan to tell me I was doing it right as I clamped my lips down around the base of his shaft. I jerked my head up keeping just his head my mouth. I ticked the tip of his cock before sliding back down. As he moaned again I was in bliss, I felt for that moment that I knew what I wanted to be in my life. And then I looked up. He wasn't watching me, he was watching the camera. Yes the camera was pointed at me but Daddy was not focusing on me, and that reminded me once again I was a slave. I doubled my effort and started bouncing on his cock. I could feel him start to twitch as he pulled his cock from my mouth. He let out a quick whistle to draw my attention as he started stroking his cock. I knew what he wanted so I reached up and pushed his hands away. Wrapping my fingers gently around him I started beating away. I only had to stroke him three times before Daddy exploded on my face. My new Daddy was a real man so I knew he would produce a lot of cum, but I was shocked when he covered almost my entire face. I flinched when his cum splashed across my face, but I quickly recovered. I reached up to wipe my face clean but when Daddy cleared his throat I knew he wanted me to leave it. Reaching down with two fingers Daddy scooped some cum from around my eyes. Making sure to keep my face in the frame of the camera Daddy reached down and pushed his fingers past my lips. I sucked his fingers as if I had been offered another cock. I wouldn't let his fingers from my mouth and after a bit he had to yank them free of me. I immediately felt silly when Daddy scooped cum from my other eye and slipped his fingers back into my mouth. I sucked hard enough on Daddy's fingers that he grimaced and jerked them from my mouth again. Reaching down Daddy wiped his fingers dry on my bustier. Turning his attention, but not the camera, back to the computer Daddy pushed a button to restart the slide show. The first slide told me not to speak the following, after that 'Invite me to your parents room. Sway your hips like a trashy slut and smack your ass a few times for good measure. Once we get to their room you will climb on the bed and BEG me to fuck your boipussy.' As if my lines earlier didn't hammer home my place in this new relationship. My next scripted actions did, I was to be a wanton slut, a toy for another man's pleasure. I put a giant smile on my face, which faltered just slightly as I felt cum drop off my upper lip, a said my lines. "Daddy, I have a really wonderful idea." I reached up and took a hold of my new Daddy's now soft cock and stood up. I bit my lower lip and sucked in a drop of cum at the same time. I turned from Daddy and walked around the desk, I didn't look behind me but I just knew the camera would be focused on my ass. I made sure to put a sway in my step and paused at the door. I counted to three in my head and gave my ass a nice firm smack. I flinched from the pain which was ridiculous; I mean it was my hand after all. I looked over my shoulder and smiled demurely at my new Daddy, "Come on silly it will be fun." Daddy got up after I said that but his face turned sour and I had a feeling I had somehow just gone too far. I whipped my head around because I knew if I showed fear on the tape he would be even more pissed. I smacked my ass again, but I didn't flinch this time, and started back for my parent's room. Daddy had slipped of his shoes, but not his socks so the clicking of my heals was followed by the swish of cotton on hard wood. When we reached my parents room I climbed up onto the bed and took a deep breath. I felt very small kneeling on my parent's bed and my penis which had stiffened as I performed for my new Daddy went limp as a result. Every inch of my body that was touched by satin suddenly turned cold. I closed my eyes and reminded myself that I had fantasized about this. The fantasies were consensual but it was still my fantasy, right. I plastered a smile on my face and looked over my shoulder at Daddy. He was holding the camera with one hand and massaging his cock with the other. A Sissy's New Daddy "I was thinking Daddy, why don't you give me a nice smack on my cute little ass. And then bury that nice big cock in my tight little boipussy." I reached around my back and with two fingers grabbed the waistband of my panties. I pulled them up gently and felt my little penis stiffen as the satin bunched and sipped between my cheeks. Daddy walked up behind me and placed his free hand gently on my back. He pushed me forward slowly until I was on my hands and knees. He slid a finger down the crack of my ass before gently rubbing the panty covered flesh between my penis and boipussy. Slipping his finger under the gusset of my panties and pulled them aside. What I expected to brutal was instead gentle. He reached up and slipped his thumb into my mouth I sucked and caressed it with my tongue for a moment before he pulled it out. He set his thumb at the bud of my boipussy and slowly but forcefully entered me. Daddy pushed and pulled his thumb out of me a few times before finally pulling it out. Placing the head of his cock against my opening I again expected him to be brutal and again I was surprised. Using his free hand he tried to spread my cheeks. For the first time tonight I actually wanted to please him. I lowered my shoulders to the bed and turned my face hoping to keep his cum from dripping onto my parent's bedspread. With my hands free I reached back and spread my cheeks for him. Out of the corner of my eyes I could see Daddy smiling. His smile was infectious and I smiled to as I felt the tip of his cock about to enter me. He paused, just for the briefest of moments before pushing forward. He was warm when he entered me and my penis instantly hardened. I had fooled around with a few girls before, but if you asked me then at that moment I would have agreed to anything to have that moment last forever. He moved slow at first in and back out, but he quickened his pace when I began to push back against him. As Daddy's pace began to steady he bent down and reached under me to message my penis. He gave it two quick strokes and then stood back up. As Daddy's pace began to slow I cried out for him to fuck me harder, I begged to be used. Pounding hard into me I could feel Daddy's cock begin to twitch, and the moment I felt it I exploded into my panties. My hips spasm as my now sensitive penis rubbed against the warm stick satin panties. MY eyes started to roll back and I couldn't catch my breath as I waited the excruciating seconds for Daddy to fill my boipussy with his cum. But he didn't he pulled out at the last minute, stroking has cock as he shot his load down my back. Walking around the bed Daddy laid his filthy but still stiff cock before me. The smell was less then pleasurable but I knew what was expected. As I sucked Daddy's cock into my mouth washing the disgusting taste of my own body from it, I suddenly realized how truly tired I was. After a few seconds of tonguing his cock Daddy pulled it free of my mouth and allowed me to lay there. My ass was still hiked up on my knees, with my panties pulled to the side. As his cock slipped from my lips Daddy turned off the video camera and tossed it on the bed. "You know Billie, you make a pretty decent little bitch." I started to respond but daddy smacked my ass hard enough to give me the impression that I was to keep quite. I started to slid my legs out from under me when Daddy spoke again, "Keep that pussy up, faggot." I pushed my ass back into the air as Daddy moved about. If I had been less tired I would have noticed that Daddy moved about my parent's room with a familiarity that he should not have had. I had only ever been interested in my mother's panties, so I had never looked in any other drawers. If I had I would have found what Daddy just pulled out, a large black vibrator. He walked back to the end of the bed and took up position behind me. I hoped he was going to fuck me again to give me another chance to feel that glorious cock deep inside me. Of course I knew he wasn't, I knew the dildo would be filling me up. I felt the tip touch my back, as Daddy swirled it around in the pool of cum that covered my back. He placed the plastic cock against my backside, and waited. It was larger than Daddy and I was looking forward to his being as gentle as he had been earlier. But he wasn't. He slammed the cock deep inside me. I screamed in agony muffling his laughter. He rammed the cock in and out a few times twisting it around making sure he planted it as deep as possible. Once Daddy felt it was settled nicely he pulled my panties back into place. I started to stand up but Daddy smacked my ass once again, this time centering it on the newly planted dildo. "You move when I tell you to move. Lay down." I follow Daddy's orders and lay down on my parent's bed. He continues going through my mother's sex toy drawer. I don't think he found what he was looking for because he slammed the door and stomped off to the closet. I turned my head to see him and in the process smear Daddy's cum across the bed spread. I let out a deep sigh and watched Daddy out of the corner of my eye. I was grabbing belts testing its flexibility and then tossing them to the floor. I was terrified he was going ot start spanking me or worse, when he tossed a belt down and pulled out one of my Father's ties. He wore a tie to work every day, not wanting things to get boring he had hundreds of ties. With a fist full of ties in his hand Daddy returns to the bed. He divided the ties up tossing them on either side of me. When he grabbed my hand pulling it too the bed post I jerked away. Anger flashed across his face for a moment, but he quickly calmed himself before speaking. "I can make it worse." I slowly reached my arm out and he tied me to the bed post. He quickly made his way around the bed tying me spread eagle to the bed. Once he was satisfied that I was secured Daddy climbed on the bed and began to lay with my panty clad ass. "I think you have spent enough time prancing around in your mommy's panties. What do you think?" I wasn't sure if he wanted an answer of he enjoyed the sound of his own voice. When I didn't answer he grabbed the base of the dildo and pressed it deeper into me. My eyes blurred and I wanted to speak but I found no air in my lungs willing to carry my voice. Once I sucked in a gulp of air I croaked out a reply. "I do too." I had to suck in another breath of air before I could finish and even then I was almost to late as I could feel his hand moving back to the dildo. "Daddy." "First thing tomorrow I am going to take you shopping. We will get you some naughty little panties all your own. And Billie, you will find in the years to come that if you simple do as your Daddy tells you too everything will be ok." Daddy then slipped his fingers into my panties and turned the vibrator to its highest setting. "Now Good night, sissy, and sleep tight we have a big day tomorrow." As Daddy left the room I closed my eyes and tried to imagine what was to come. That was a hard night even worse than my first night in prison. I don't know how long the vibrators batteries lasted but it did eventually stop running and that was when I was finally able to get some sleep.