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His Sissy Bitch Ch. 01

By: keptsissy



It started after a transvestite walked into the bar. Sounds like the start of a bad joke but it's not, we were in a party bar after work, me and my boss. My boss and I were having a drink after work; he was more than a little high. An obvious cross dressed man with several friends came in and sat at the bar. 'She' was very cutely dressed, stylish and sexy. My boss kept staring at 'her'. We both did, 'she' was obviously a man, about 90% passable. My boss looked at me, "Cute, no?" 

He told me that a very kinky part of him liked that, liked things different and "dangerous". He told me that he had never done anything with a cross dresser but had been turned on by that, said his wife would never entertain his kinky fantasies, that it was a problem for him. He said that he was not gay but a part of him liked the idea of dominating just the right sissy cross dresser if he could find one.

I could not believe what I was hearing. He was slightly drunk but we'd been there, done that many evenings after work. He never talked about sex, his wife or things of that nature. I acted without thinking, just blurted out my fantasy, or lack of it in my real life. That's when I told him I was just the opposite. I told him I had cross dressed before, told him I had dressed for my ex wife. I was more than a little high too, told him my ex and I were into female dominance. Told him that I had been 'just the right sissy man' for my ex wife. He stared at me and smiled. 

The next thing he said started it all...the next thing he said was as exciting as it was terrifying.

"If you lost some weight, put a dress on, you'd be more fuckable than my wife." He laughed out loud, made me look around the room. My face turned red. He did it in a very macho way, almost making fun of me. I could swear everyone seated around us heard him. I couldn't look him in the eye but felt him staring at me.

That's how it started. After that he asked a million questions about what I wore, kinds of female clothing I had, did I have makeup, made me describe outfits I liked and wanted. I gave in totally, I got into it. It turned me on more than a little, felt like a dirty little secret talking softly so that no body else could hear, felt the power of knowing I was getting him hot. I was getting him real hot. 

The drinks kept coming, made it very easy. Then he said "I want to see." He stared at me. I asked if he was serious, told him I had very little fem stuff left, hadn't 'played' in a long time, not since my divorce years ago. He said it again. "I want to see, now." 

He stood and put his coat on. "Let's go." He just put money down for the tab and started for the door. I hurried after him, felt him in control even then.

He drove to the bar so he had to drive me home in his car. All the way to my house I sat silent, was terrified. I'd never done anything like this before. The more I thought about it, more I sobered up. The more I sobered up the more it didn't turn me on, made me very uneasy. He was adamant, wanted to see me fem. He was nice about being forceful but he was most definitely forceful. He was a lot bigger than me. I told him I didn't think I could do this for a man let alone my boss, someone I worked with. He leaned over to me in the car and took my arm, squeezed it so hard he made me try to pull away. It hurt. That was a feeling I'll never forget. It was the first time I knew I could never say 'no' to this man. 

"You're gonna do this, my dick is hard thinking about it. I have to see. Just do it." I didn't say anything. He stared at me, stern. I looked out the window as he started the car and drove to my house. 

When we got to my house he just sat on the couch looking at me. "I'm waiting.", was all he said, smiled at me. Didn't say anything to me as I went upstairs, he just watched me walk up the stairs. 

I sat on the bed. I was truly afraid. Slowly went to the closet and took out my 'secret box', my make up box. Had not done make up or dressed since before my divorce, had only played with my ex wife like that. I took a blouse and skirt from the closet, laid it on the bed. Thought about all the fem things that I hadn't worn in long time, I started to undress. 

Was naked and in the bathroom doing make up, and I could hear him down stairs. It was then that it got kind of exciting. I started to think about the stockings and panties I was about to slip on, started getting into it on a very submissive level.

That night was quick, very quick first date so to speak, just did make up, wig, tight white blouse and lace bra and short skirt, panties, stockings and heels. It was one of maybe three outfits I could pull together. I came down stairs and he started to laugh as soon as he saw me. I felt so stupid! I thought he was laughing at me. He stood and motioned me with his finger, had me turn for him. 

"Not bad. I like." Felt his hand pat my ass, I felt him squeeze my rear, never felt that before. I liked it. 

"So, you don't think I look ridiculous, don't think I look stupid dressed like this?" I couldn't even look toward him, looked at the floor, at my feet in high heel shoes. 

He took my hand and put it on his cock, through his pants, pushed my hand over it and held it there. "I told you the thought of a man dressed as woman makes me hard." And it did. He was hard, rock hard. 

I didn't resist, kept my hand on him, traced the outline of his huge erection with my fingers, I pumped him slowly through his pants. I heard him start to breath deeper. I'd never done anything with a man before that night. It was more a feeling of being controlled that turned me on than it was sex. But I did want the sex, wanted him to make me do things, all kinds of dirty things right there!

He slid his other hand up under my skirt and felt the tops of my stockings. Pushing his hand down into the rear of my panties, he slid them down over my butt. He cupped my cheeks, felt his large hand grip tight in the crack of my rear, felt his finger brush across and tease my tight little hole. I didn't say anything but remember wanting so badly for him to stick his finger in me, make me feel like a girl, feel like his bitch. I pushed back against his hand, moaned soft for him. 

"If you're going to do this right you're going to have to shave." He laughed out loud again. I felt shame that I was not sexy enough for him, felt my face turn bright red. I looked down at the floor. He pulled his hand out of my panties and slapped my rear so hard I whimpered, jumped up onto my toes, "Baby smooth next time." I heard him breathe deep as he looked at me.

I knew there was no turning back. No stopping him, he was turned on. I looked up at him, felt my face turn even redder as he ran his hand again over the back of my panties, felt me up like he was in total control. He took his other hand off of mine, I did not take my hand off of him, squeezed his cock hard through his pants. I wanted him! He put his hand on my shoulder, felt him push my shoulder hard, I felt him push me to my knees. I thought this is what women must feel like with a large man handling them, I wanted more of it. 

I just did it. I knelt and undid his belt, took his pants down fast. I took his pants down to his ankles and then pulled his underwear down do his knees. His cock sprang out and stood straight up in front me, fell out of his underpants in front of my face. He was huge! I liked that. I could not stop looking at it, stared deeply at it as I took him in my hand. I ran my tongue up over his balls as I held him straight up, licked him as I started to pump it. When I heard him moan it drove me crazy. Felt my sissy little thing start to get hard inside my panties, that felt inappropriate to me...felt like I should remain sissy soft for this man. 

After running my tongue up and over him, driving him crazy, I just wanted to look at his erect cock, wanted to just keep looking at it. I didn't put him in my mouth, just watched my hand run over him, felt the submissive pleasure of pleasing this man! 

I jacked him off. I knelt in front of him and gave him a hand job, tried to give him the best hand job he'd ever had. He was so big! All I wanted to do was run it smoothly through my hand, make him moan like he was doing. I felt control like I never had before, submissive in control of serving MY man...I liked that too! 

I masturbated him, made him moan, played with him for over half an hour, I put him in my mouth but only a little, just enough to make him wet, make him slippery and slowly drove him crazy. When I felt him start to pump hard against my hand I stroked him full length, held him up straight...pumped as fast as I could. I knew what he was about to do. He was going to cum for me.

He came all over the front me. Came hard and came a lot, I was covered in it. He came into my face. And he came all down the front of my cute fem blouse and onto my skirt. I remember the white drops on my black skirt. 

After he came I just looked down at the floor. Felt his semi erect cock pulled from my hand as he stepped back, I didn't want to let go. He pulled away from me. I felt his warm cum all over my face and on my neck. I didn't want it to end. After he came he sobered up a little. Felt scared by what he--we'd done. I could tell he wanted to leave almost immediately. He was very uncomfortable. He would not look at me, just wanted to pull up his pants and run. At least I thought that's what he wanted, that's how I read the situation. 

He hurried to pull his pants back up, got his coat and started for the door. I felt like a fool. I was still on my knees, his cum all over me. 

He looked back at me when he opened the door, just stared at me. I was ready to get up and just go upstairs, felt like crying. 

"I want more of this. I want a lot more of this. We'll talk." I was shocked. He liked it. "You and I have a lot in common, more than just work at the office." He laughed. 

"Start thinking about doing this a lot more, and do start thinking about sexier outfits." He turned and left, closed the door behind him. I was half in shock, half turned on. I went upstairs and jacked off, his cum still all over me. 

All weekend I masturbated thinking about what I'd done for him. Thought about seeing him at the office on Monday, I liked it, liked it a lot. That's how it started.

I'd never done any gay things, never been turned on by the thought of sex with a man. But when he started pushing me I did it. I not only did it, I loved it. Loved doing all the things he asked and demanded. And he demanded things right from the beginning. 

After our 'first date' he called me that Sunday at home. Told me not to feel awkward at work, told me no one must know about what we did...he told me that no one must know what I was going to become for him. He told me I was going to be his 'little girl', his sissy bitch. 

That made me feel as much afraid as it did feel excited, he made me even more concerned about all of this. I was very hot about what happened, fantasized about being dressed for him the first time, feeling his hand up under my skirt, for the first time. I thought about being spanked by him! Little did I know at that time that he'd do that to me and much more.

So when he called and told me he expected me to not only act completely normal a work and not be nervous, but that he expected me be shaved completely baby smooth just like a woman and see him again early the following week I felt fear. I felt scared to death that I now had a man telling me what to do...and could not say 'no' to him. But I did as asked, as told. I shaved my legs, under arms, rear, crotch, totally, became like a little girl for him.

That's when it started, that week. It was the start of me becoming his kept sissy 'boy'. I went about making myself the perfect smooth and soft sissy for him. After I got off the phone, after his call on Sunday the week of our first time, I made up my mind that I'd pursue this. I started looking at fem clothing sites on the computer, started planning to be the sexiest little CD slut he could find! My initial fear gave way to erotic fantasy, couldn't wait to be on my knees in front of this man again!

That's when it all started.

His Sissy Bitch Ch. 02



The next day at work I felt my face flush every time I saw him, felt embarrassed and felt like stammering every time I spoke with anyone in the office. His office is across from mine, he's my boss and I have to see him daily. It felt like everyone in the office knew! I was so nervous I didn't speak to anyone, avoided everyone as best I could. He didn't say anything to me that Monday, caught him glance at me once and then look away. There I was, shaved baby smooth under my clothing, feeling like a complete fool for this man. It was the first time I'd ever done that, shaved legs, crotch, rear all baby soft with aloe moisturizer. I felt like all in the office could see through my clothing. 

He ignored me all day, met with his clients in his office alone. When I went home that evening I felt rejected, felt like I'd made a huge mistake. Late that night he called, was terrified when I saw his number on the caller-id. I answered the phone. 

"Did you shave like I told you to? He didn't even say 'hello'.

"Yes." I could hear him silently smile...at least I thought I could.

"Good. You were shaved baby smooth, top to bottom at work today?" I could hear his car radio, he was driving. "If I run my hand over you will I feel any hair or stubble?" He was very stern.

"No, I'm probably smoother than your wife." I felt my voice break, felt like crying. "Yes, I'm smooth for you." 

"That would be better if you said 'Yes Sir'. "Yes Sir." He laughed as I said it.

"I want to see tomorrow night. I want you in something other than the woman's street clothing you wore the other night. You looked like a secretary, someone at work, with that blouse and skirt on."

I interrupted him. "It's all I had. I didn't count on any of what happened...I wasn't ready", he shushed me.

"I know. That's why tomorrow you're leaving work at noon. You're going to get an outfit, one I like. Get several. Think of this as pleasing your man, like real girls do. That's what you're going to do. My wife rarely wears sexy things. But you I want in sexy things when ever I see you. And I like slutty. I like lace stockings, heels, lace corset type things, small and lacey, turns me on. I like to fuck my wife and think about her dressed like that. She never does. Think of yourself as my second wife." he laughed loud, "Think of what my dick will do when I see my dirty little second wife dress up for me like that. You need to start thinking about things from that perspective. You need to start thinking about dressing to turn me on. Do you know why?" He was lecturing me, he'd never done that before. 

There was an awkward silence and before I could respond..."Because you're mine now." I felt my throat close, choked up. 

"I've been thinking about it, can't stop. I have masturbated thinking of you becoming my sissy, my complete and convenient sissy girl. Do you want to do that for me? I think you'd be very good at it, think that's what you were meant to be." He laughed again. "I knew there was a reason I hired you to work for me."

"Yes Sir." I felt something I never felt before, felt totally submissive to this man, most submissive I'd ever felt. I felt helpless. I felt a tear in my eye, felt choked up. "I would love to do that for you."

"Good. Tomorrow night, your place, dress to please. Because you're going to, my dick is hard right now. Does that make you want to see me? I know you couldn't take you eyes off of it the other night." 

I felt myself start to get hard, put my hand on myself. "Yes Sir, masturbated a hundred times thinking about being yours, on my knees dressed for you. I'm sorry you didn't like my outfit. So sorry...", I started to gush. He shushed me again.

"I liked your outfit. You would look very nice in that in a bar maybe on the street. And start thinking about that too. You're going to do a lot of things you've never done before. Don't forget what started this all, remember the cross dresser in the bar last week?"

I mumbled 'yes'...He shouted "Yes Sir!". I answered him, "Yes Sir."

He was silent for an awkward moment. "But I want some very sexy well planned sissy things on you too, especially around the house. The two of us are going to make you a very real little girl. Want you to feel like I own your little ass, I don't want to see one hint of masculinity on you. When I see you all I want to think about is using your mouth or your rear. It's the fantasy I told you about in the bar. The more lacey and girl like you are, the better. Think about that. I have to go. You be ready tomorrow night. You dress real cute and I might let you do what you did Friday, might even let you put it in your mouth." 

I could hear him breathing deeper as he laughed. "You looked very good with my cum down the front of you and on your face."

"Yes Sir." He laughed loud.

"One more thing and this will be hard for you. I want you thin. Start working on that, want you fem and thin. You're in pretty good shape, you're going to be in much better female-type shape. Do not work out to build muscle, work out to lose weight. Are you clear on that?"

"Yes Sir."

I started to say I would do that for him, do anything for him but he hung up. 

My mind raced! I went up stairs, did an inventory on my fem clothing, made a list of things I needed. I was more excited than I'd ever been, could think of nothing other than being his sissy, his 'second wife'!

Ordered things on line that night as soon as I got off the phone, all I could think about was pleasing this man, making him want me. I masturbated five times, didn't get to sleep until way past 3am.

Tuesday afternoon I went 'girl' shopping. Left the office early and as soon as I walked past his office door he looked at me, smiled. I knew he knew where I was going.

I bought some very cute things and a lot of makeup. I left the office at 11 am and hit the shops downtown immediately for one truly drop-dead cute sissy outfit. I knew exactly what I needed to truly show off my desire to be his sissy bitch. I had something very special planned for this man, could hardly wait!

When he showed up at my place that evening I left the door slightly open. He knocked and I told him to come in. When he saw me he just stared, he was speechless. I liked that, knew I did what I planned to do. 

I was wearing white 3" heels with lace top ruffled ankle sox. The super ruffled tops made my shaved legs look very inviting. I had a white lace waist cincher bustier that came up just below my nipples, which I applied slight red rouge to. I had a white lace collar choker around my neck. I wore way too much eye shadow, mascara and eye liner and I wore shiny pink lip gloss with a deep pink lip liner. I had on a blonde very sexy wig, bangs down over one eye, and large gold hoop earrings. I wore no panties. I had a pink ribbon tied in a big bow up tight around my balls, bow just on top of my soft little thing, made it stand out and showed off how small and little boy-like I was compared to him. I was his perfect present.

"This is much better than I thought it would be!" He just stood and stared. "I had no idea." He walked to me. Ran his hand over my rear and down over the back of my legs. "I like, I like a lot!" He ate me with his eyes..."Fuck, I had no idea."

"Thank you Daddy." I smiled at him. "I did it just for you."

"I wouldn't recognize you, it would be hard for anyone at work to even know this is you." He looked at my face, put his finger under my chin, he turned my head up and side to side. "I like." 

Felt him pat my rear and then he turned me toward him and stepped back to look. "And I like the ribbon. I was worried about having to see that. I am not turned on by your dick, don't ever think I am."

"Yes Sir. You will never have to deal with it, I don't expect that." I looked at him, saw him slightly uneasy. "I want to please you, Daddy." I leaned forward and ran my hand over the front of his pants. He was hard. I knew he liked what he saw. He took my arm and turned me around, felt his eyes from behind. "I want to please you so much."

"Oooo, I like...no, I love it." He ran his hand over my rear, finger went up between my cheeks. He spun me around and with both hands spread my cheeks, felt him inspect me with his eyes. "I may get to like fucking you more than I do my wife." 

He released my cheeks, slapped my rear so hard it made me pull forward and up on my toes, made me whimper. 

"Get me a drink." He walked to my couch, sat.

I did as he asked, got him a vodka on the rocks and when I went back into the living room he'd taken his coat off and was sitting on the couch. I handed him the drink. 

"Let me see you walk. I want to watch." I did as he instructed, walked as sexy as I could for him, made sure my rear moved back and forth like a model on the cat walk. I practiced that for an hour before he arrived. He ran his eyes all over me and sipped his drink slowly. My back was too him, I was posing, leaning on the chair across from him, pushing my rear out, smiled back over my shoulder at him.

"You are a very sexy little girl...come here." He stood in front of the couch, "Let's start where we left off the other night." 

He put his hands on his hips. I didn't wait to be told what he wanted. I knelt in front of him. I undid his belt and unzipped his pants, pulling them to the floor. His cock stuck out of the top of his underwear, he was hard and wet on the end, stood straight up. I pulled his underwear down slowly, looked up at him as I did. His rock hard erection was right in front me. I was about to be the perfect little wife.

He was staring down at me, smiling. My hands were on the sides of his hips, cock standing straight up and bobbing in front me. I just did it, I leaned forward and I took him in my mouth. As my lips closed around him, heard him moan softly and jerk slightly back. I quickly flicked the end up right up the hole with my tongue. Pulled my mouth back off of it and looked up at him. His eyes were closed, I slipped him back into my mouth. I held his huge erection in place with my lips just behind the head and ran my pointy little tongue up the hole...teased and drove him crazy like that.

"Uhhhhhhh, fuck...ooooooooo, don't stop, keep doing that, whatever it is keep doing it!" Felt his hand go to the back of my head as I licked in little circles all over the head of his cock and up the hole, he was throbbing in my mouth. I did that for what seemed like forever and then started to pump him as far in as I could. He was lost to my mouth, felt him hold my head firmly as I sucked him. 

And I was lost to him, wanted it not to end, felt his erection pulse in my mouth, at the back of my throat. It was time. I started to pump to make him cum, started to jack him off with my mouth.

When he came I held him by the sides of his hips, tightly. He pumped and whimpered, fucked my mouth with long strokes as he spurted into my throat. It was the first time I'd done this, I wasn't used to him, I choked, pulled back off of him. He reached down and with both hands held my head tight and in place. He pushed it back into my mouth roughly. I was his to use. Ignored my choking, he kept fucking me. 

When he finished he released my head, pulled his cock out of my mouth. I looked up at him. Felt my lip gloss all over my face, saw it all over his cock.

"Fuck! You do that better than my wife." He looked down at me. He pulled me up off of my knees, I faced him. I felt his hand all over my rear again, up over the lace on my bustier. "Your make up is a mess." I reached down and took his limp penis in my hand, he was semi erect and still huge. He laughed. "Do you know how hard it's going to be to not walk into your office and fuck that mouth?"

"No, tell me, Daddy." I smiled, winked at him and looked down at his cock. I could feel and taste his cum all over the inside of my mouth. I stroked his cock, ran it through my hand. 

"Well I won't be able to do it if you are dressed as a man. That's a turn off." He laughed.

"I don't want to dress like a man when you're around. Do you know how hard it's going to be to not be dressed for you? I want to be your sissy." He pulled away, laughed and sat on the couch, sipped what was left of his drink. 

"I want to be your sissy girl, want to dress for you the way you like. I want you to think about fucking me, want to keep your cock hard, Daddy. You bring out a very submissive side of me, make my dirty mind race." He smiled. I knelt in front of him, took his cock in my hand. I started to lick the head. 

"Fuck! You are a dirty little bitch. Go get me another drink and hurry up, want you back here just like this." He pushed his empty glass out at me. 

I took it, set it on the kitchen counter and hurried upstairs to redo my lip gloss. I came back to him with his drink, he sat with his pants still down around his ankles...I handed him his drink. 

"You're going to be doing this regularly." He looked up at me. I knelt in front of him. I leaned forward and took him in my mouth again. He sat, legs spread wide as I sucked him on the couch. All he said was, "Good girl."

I took my time, gave him a long slow blow job. Ran my hand up the shaft, held him straight up, ran my tongue up his balls and up the full length of his rock hard penis. I licked him slowly, got him all hot and bothered and wanting my mouth on it, he wanted to cum again. I ran my tongue down under his balls and played with the crack of his rear with it...ran my tongue slow and deliberate back up over his balls and to top of his cock. I pushed just the tip of my tongue into the hole and stared up at him. I watched him squirm and moan. I got his attention with that move. I pulled back off of him.

"I'm going to be jealous of her doing this for you, your first wife. I'll always do it better than she does." I looked up at him, "Daddy, I want you to cum in my mouth." I could hear him moan deeply.

I pushed him into my mouth, slow, as far as I could, started to jack him off again for the second time with my mouth. I could feel his eyes on the mirror on the wall just across from the couch. I thought about how much he must love seeing my sissy rear, lace ankle stockings just up under my round little cheeks, legs slightly spread and kneeling, little soft small boy like balls and soft penis dangling between my legs. I pushed my rear back and out for him to see, felt my cheeks spread wide for him, showed him my tight little hole in the mirror behind me as I sucked his cock. That's when I got serious. Then I started sucking to make him cum, fast and hard.

I felt his hands close on me, took my head in his hands again, this time so tight it hurt. "Do it...do it, bitch. Make me cum, swallow it all for me, baby. Oooo, fuck!" 

He exploded in my mouth a second time. I swallowed completely for him. Didn't choke, didn't spill a drop of his cum, I swallowed it all the second time. Felt him run his hand down my back as he leaned forward, patted my butt softly then ran his and up my back. He took me by the back of my neck in one hand, he held me in place. He took his semi erection and ran the end back and forth across my lips. Wiped him self clean on the side of my face.

"Good boy. Or should I say good girl." He stood. 

I watched as he dressed, pulled his pants back up and composed himself. I felt him look me over as I did my best pose for him, slutty bitch on the floor. 

I knew he was through with me, he was done. He walked to my door, looked back at me and said, "Good girl." 

"Yes Sir." I winked at him again, smiled at him. 

I felt my make up all over my face, his cum still in my mouth. He closed the door behind him as he left.

After he left that night I stood in front of the mirror he'd been watching me in, watching me kneel staring at me from behind. I stared at myself for a long time, tasted him still in my mouth. 

I was his to do with as he pleased. Started thinking about my next cute outfit, my next chance at pleasing my man.



His Sissy Bitch Ch. 03



"You've come a long way, baby." He smiles at me, watches me as I cross my legs. I'm sitting across from him. I can tell the effect I have on him, every time he visits, sees me dressed fem for him, he's hard, rock hard when I meet him at the door. And I know what outfits turn him on the most. I know he fantasizes about me when he's fucking his wife. She doesn't dress for him like I do. I take a lot of time getting ready, take my time dressing to please him.

I'm wearing long silver earrings, can feel them up under my black shoulder length wig, very Bettie Page-like. The silver sets off nicely my black widow look, elbow length black satin gloves too. I have on huge amounts of black mascara, eye liner, and eye shadow, very noir look. My lipstick is a bright read as bright red as red gets. Slutty little lips, they're very shiny just for him. I'm wearing a tight black lace corset. It pulls my waist in so tight it hurts. I have a dominatrix kind of thing going on. I know that even though I'm submissive to him he likes that look. I'm wearing knee length black soft kid leather pointed toe boots with 3" spike heels. My black nylon thigh high stockings with lace at the top have his undivided attention. I see him stare at my boots and up my legs. I have my soft little dick pulled back between my legs tight and up into the crotch of my matching black lace panties, can feel the head of it tucked in tight, just below the bottom of the crack of my rear. I lost almost 35 lbs. for him, very thin little cd 'girl', very HOT little cd girl for him, indeed. He approves. 

"Daddy, I love doing this for you." I uncross my legs, sexily cross them again, stare at him. "I am your slut." And I am. I am the perfect sissy for him.

He sips the drink I gave him when he arrived. "I have a surprise for you, Princess..." He leans forward. "...two of them actually" 

He stands and takes a small box out of his coat pocket. Tosses it to me, it's a gift wrapped small package. Card on top says, 'for my perfect little bitch'. I smile at him and hurry to open it. As I remove the paper he moves to the side of my chair, puts his hand on my shoulder. I read the top of the box and know exactly what his first 'surprise' is...he's locking me up. It says 'CB6000' on the box, a male chastity tube with lock. I look up at him in shock.

"Daddy, I can't wear this, please..."

"Shhhhhh, you'll get used to it. I'm so turned on by the thought of you locked up with me holding the key that you have to do it. It came to me a week ago. I thought about being able to control when and how you cum. I started looking for cock harnesses on the web. Saw that on a website and I knew you had to have one. Besides, I now own that little sissy dick of yours, don't I?" He looks down at me.

I'm shocked, horrified, will not be able to masturbate, will not have any access to my dick. I feel a tear in my eye, quickly hold it back. I masturbate at least five times a day, thinking about the things I do for him.

"Daddy, please don't..." He squeezes my shoulder.

"You'll not only get used to it you'll be even more greatful when I take your harness off and let you play with that pathetic little thing. Think of how hot this is going to be. And think of how much more you'll be motivated to be mine, totally mine." 

He took his hand off my shoulder, unzipped his pants. "God, this gets me hot." 

"Princess I want you to wear it for me, make you my second wife. This will be like your wedding ring." He quickly took his cock out. It was rock hard, pushed toward me, put it in my face. "I wanna cum right now, fast, see how hot this gets me?" 

I felt his hand on the back of my head. He pushed me forward, guided me to lean to the edge of the chair I was sitting in. He put it to my mouth, just shoved it in, patted the back of my head, then I felt him push me hard. I looked up at him, felt him thrust into my mouth deep. Then felt him take my head in both hands and hold me firmly in place as he started to pump. He fucked me fast, used me to cum as quickly as he could. And he did.

He came in less than two minutes. I was breathless as he came in my mouth. I kept my lips tight around him so as not to make a mess on my outfit. I have been fucked by him many times like this. I know how to please him like this. Just do it. Just get used by my man, don't dare say 'no', just do it.

When he finished I did what I always do, sucked him until he was completely dry. I can be a very 'good girl'. I felt him pull away from me. 

"Get a towel, wipe the lipstick off of my dick. If I go home like this my wife will kill me." 

I stood and did what he told me to do. After I cleaned him, I hurried to fix my make up. I came back down stairs fresh and clean for him and saw him seated on the couch. He was holding the CB6000, examining it. 

"Come here and stand in front of me." He had the chastity tube with his baby finger through it. "You're small, I think this will be the right size." He leaned forward. I felt fear and apprehension, him looking at the front of my panties, knowing what was ahead for me.

He reached up and taking the waist band of my panties in his thumbs he pulled them down slowly, my little thing got pinched as he did. I cried out and he ignored that. "Spread your legs, Princess. Let me see." I felt his hand push up between my legs, push them apart. 

My penis is about 2" soft, it slightly stood out above my shaved crotch and balls. He flicked the end of my penis with his finger. 

"This is exactly what we've needed, lock you up to make you into a real slut. I don't like it that you stick out, even the little bit that you do. My sissy should be locked up and put away when I'm not around." He smiled up at me. "And the thought of you at the office, in meetings, with clients, looking at you knowing you're wearing this, have to sit to piss in the men's room—priceless!" He laughed out loud. 

"I put a lot of thought into everything I do. The first night you jacked me off I left here feeling kind of weird, kind of guilty and not motivated to want to do it again. After I came I lost interest. But that didn't last long, wanted to fuck your sissy mouth as soon as I got home, had my wife suck me and fantasized you were doing it." He looked up at me. "While she went down on me I fantasized you doing it with your dick locked up tight, came to me then. Do you like that I think about your dirty little services when I'm with my real wife?" He smiled at me.

"Yes Sir, I love that." And I did, did more than he knew. And felt jealous of her too.

"Good. I realized that after you cum you lose interest too, just like me. All men do. I don't want my sissy to lose interest, I want a motivated little bitch, horny all the time for me. We're going to make that happen." He ran his finger in and out of the cock harness, watched as I squirmed in front of him.

He got very serious and looked up at me very sternly. "And what I really like is that you have to beg me to be able to play with yourself." He saw the tear come to my eye, he just kept staring up at me. "Can't touch it unless I decide to let you, and I can tell anyone I want anytime that you are wearing this too, show them the key I hold. Think this will have a more permanent submissive effect in your attitude, give you the proper mind-set for all of this?"

I looked away, to the floor at my feet. "I'm already yours, Daddy, completely." My face turned bright red.

"Not like your going to be, Princess." He stood and took me by the hand, led me to the full length mirror in my hall. The one he likes to watch me in. He stood next to me. "Look at you."

My panties were pulled down just above my knees, I had to take short little steps to walk with him to the mirror. Saw the fem sissy I had become so quickly for him, saw my thin and corseted waist...him towering over me. Even in 3" heels, he's taller than I am. He's 6' 4", huge man in perfect muscular shape. Saw my little boy like penis stick out in front of me, saw him looking at me in the mirror. I could still taste him in my mouth. 

He ran his hand up the front me. I felt his finger go to my mouth, he pushed it in. Started finger fucking my mouth as I looked into the mirror, he smiled at me. "Good girl."

He took his finger out of my mouth, felt his hand go to my rear, felt his finger go up between my cheeks. He pushed his wet middle finger into me so fast and rough it made rise up on my toes.

"Uhhh...", I wimpered...

"Shsss, listen to me." He pulled his finger out of me, slapped my rear so hard I cried out, pulled forward. I felt him quickly push his finger back into my tight little hole. 

He held me in place, his finger deep in me, pushed it straight up, held me up on my toes with his middle finger deep inside me. His other hand held my arm so tight it hurt. "Look at yourself. Tell me, do you want to continue to be my little bitch? Do you? Say it."

"Yes Sir, yes...", he started to fuck me with his finger, real slow and deliberate. He laughed as he saw my soft penis start to get semi-erect.

"You can stop being the sissy you are becoming anytime you like, just say the word. I'm not going to force you do anything you don't agree to..." 

I interrupted him, told him I loved doing this for him, begged him not to stop...he laughed as he fingered me.

"Reach back and spread your cheeks, Princess." I did as he asked, saw myself in the mirror. I was his, all his.

"You're going to wear my present, wear it so that you don't lose the attitude you have right now. You're going to be proud to wear my present, wear your secret wedding ring." 

I was breathing so deep, wanted him to never stop. I pushed my rear back against his hand, his hand buried deep and up between my cheeks, I ground my hips against it.

"Oh, Daddy...oooooo, I'll do anything for you...ooo...yes..."

He just watched, serious look on his face. Then he pulled his finger out of me. Walked to the couch and sat. 

"Come here. Princess."

I looked at him in the mirror. Saw him sitting, me with my panties down to my knees, tiny penis standing out in front of me, just below my black lace corset. I saw the wet end of my sissy little thing just above the tops of my black lace stockings, felt my wet used rear, felt where his finger had been in me. I knew exactly what I was, what I am for this man. I turned and went to him.

As I stood in front of him he looked up at me. "I want several things in this house at all times. I want a box of rubber gloves and K-Y jelly next to the couch right here." He pointed to the side of where he was sitting, "And I want a wooden paddle and the same next to your bed, K-Y and rubber gloves. If I come to visit and they aren't right where I can get to them I'm going spank you. Spank you hard, do you understand?"

"Oh, yes Sir, yes...", I was moaning, so turned on by him. 

He reached up and flicked his finger across the head of my penis, felt it go soft as he did. He did it again, very hard. I yelped, looked down at me feet. 

I watched as he took the CB6000 chastity tube and handed it to me. "You put it on. That's part of this, a big part of this. You put it on for me, when you do you become completely mine. I'll own you. Are we clear?"

"Yes Sir, yes, I want to wear it for you, I do..." He laughed, smiled at me as I hurried to what he wanted.

He watched as I pushed my tiny dick into it, felt it hold my penis in a downward position, very tight, felt it hold me such that it would prevent erection. Felt it hold me so tight that erection would be impossible with it locked in place. As I pulled my balls up under the locking ring, I pushed them into place. I felt it click as the ring closed around my tiny sack, pushing my balls out slightly in front of my legs. 

He leaned forward, inspected it. "This is better than I thought. I started looking for that the day after our first date, thought about this being just what you need to keep you ready for me. Just for me, nobody else." 

He stood. He went to his coat, took something out of the pocket. When he walked to the front of me and sat back down he looked up at me, his hand closed. He turned it over. "I told you I had two presents for you, didn't I, baby." He looked deep into my eyes, I looked down at him.

"Yes Sir." I watched as he opened his hand, saw the tiny padlock in it. 

"Ask me to be your man."

I couldn't speak. He looked up at me, felt his stare as I looked down at my little dick in the chastity tube.

"Ask." He glared at me.

"Please be my man." I felt my face flush again, felt shame but could not stop..."Please lock me up, please..." He laughed out loud. "Daddy, please be my man...I'll do anything for you, anything..."

"Ask!" He scared me, he was very severe, his tone was more strict than he'd ever been with me, "Ask, bitch...ask me to lock it!"

"Please, please, I'm begging you to make me yours...please..." felt tears in my eyes and then started to cry openly...then I felt his hand take me roughly in his hand, pull my balls up firmly and fit the small lock into place. Started to whimper, cry out loud as he pulled my penis and balls up hard.

'CLICK'

I heard the lock click closed, felt his hand push me away. Then silence as he just sat back on the couch. 

"I'm very proud of you. Don't doubt that. This is a big step for you. I know what you need and I'm going to give it to you. You have to trust me. You will. Look at you. Do you know how cute you look to me now, do you have any idea?" He leaned forward and ran his hand up my stockings, up my leg and then back down to the panties that hung at my knees. He pulled them back up over my rear, up over my locked penis. Felt his hand go up between my legs, cup my locked balls and penis, and then back down my inner thigh, gave me chills when he did that. 

"Do you know that I like using you more than I do my wife?" He ran his hand up over my rear.

"I think before I go you should show me that you are an appreciative little girl. I think you should suck me again. Would you like that?" He undid his belt, started to take his pants down as I answered him by going to my knees in front of him. 

He took his pants down to his knees and then pulled his underwear down just below his balls, held them down with his thumb, exposing his beautiful cock.

He spread his legs wide. Then he sat back on the couch, closed his eyes. I did what he wanted me to do, took him in my mouth. This time I felt something different as he went into my mouth. I felt like I was his completely, felt like I was becoming what I am supposed to be. I felt the cage holding my penis in place, felt the submission he knows I need. For the first time I truly felt like he owned me. I sucked him like I never wanted him to leave. Used my mouth to show him I was his.

When he came he put his hand on the back of my head, kept me in place as he started to go soft. "Keep it in your mouth and listen." 

He sat forward and looked down at me. "Look at me." I turned my eyes up to him, his semi erection in my mouth. I held him in place softly with my lips around the back of the head of it. I put my tongue flat against the hole of his cock, felt the last of his cum on me.

"I've been seeing you every Tuesday, Thursday. I'm working out a schedule, want to use my little bitch more. I'm going to expect you to be ready for me on weekends sometimes. Be dressed up pretty just in case I show up un-announced." He watched as I looked up at him, watched my mouth closed around him. "I haven't fucked you yet, not properly. But I'm going to. I want that tight rear of yours, have been addicted to your mouth but I want to fuck you properly. And I'm not going to use condoms, hate them. You remember that. The cleaner you are, the better it will be after I cum in your ass for you to suck me clean. I may want to cum in your mouth after I use your ass." He laughed as the looked down at me. "I'm going to expect that, Princess. My real wife doesn't do that. But you will. And I'm going to expect you to be what I want when I want it. You're my bitch now. Like I said you've come a long way, baby. You're going to go a long way further, want to be able to take you out and show you off some time soon too. You're going to meet friends of mine. Just like the bitch in the bar that we saw that started this whole thing. Remember her? I sometimes wonder if she has a man that treats her like I treat you." He smiled, ran his finger over my lips as they were closed around him. He was completely soft, still he is huge, my mouth full with him.

He pushed my head away softly, pulled my mouth off of him. He leaned forward and kissed my forehead. "Good little bitch." He laughed.

I looked to the floor as he stood. My make up smeared, his cum all over my lips and mouth. 

Pulling his pants up he looked down at me. "Your a mess. You should probably hurry and fix that before I leave." He didn't look at me as he said it. I hurried to the bathroom to do my lips for him. 

When I returned to him he was at the door, coat on. He put his arm around me, felt him hold me tight, felt his hand go to my rear. He pulled me up close to his face cupping my right cheek in his large hand. "This is what you're supposed to be. We know that now, don't we."

"Yes, Daddy...yes...yessssss..." 

I looked at him and he smiled. He kissed my cheek, he never did that before. Patted my rear softly then he ran his hand up between my legs from behind, bent down slightly so the cold take my cock harness in his hand, grabbed it tight through my panties. He pulled it back up between my legs slightly, from behind, made me push my rear out as he did that. 

"Do you know how much I'm going enjoy knowing you have this on at work, see you from my office know you are all locked up tight?" I didn't answer. "You want to masturbate now, don't you, Princess."

"Oh, yes, Daddy...please." I pushed up against his leg, felt him against me. "Please, I'll do it front of you, do it for you on my knees...", he put his finger to my lips, shushed me.

"You're going to be a good little wife, I can tell. Maybe I'll let you play with it for me next time I visit, maybe let you cum next time." He stepped away from me. "This is going to be a good thing. I have to go." 

He pulled his hand off of me and then he opened the door. He didn't say anything, just walked out and closed the door behind him.

I stood in front of the mirror for an hour looking at it. Took my panties off and just stared at it. It was locked tight. It would not come off. Not unless he wanted it to. I was his. And he was right. It was good that I was doing this for him, doing this for my man. Just thinking that made me feel my penis strain at the chastity tube, made me know that I am his now.



His Sissy Bitch Ch. 04



He treats me just like the woman he's made me into, like the second wife I've become for him. I do all the dirty things his real wife won't do. I dress however he likes, wear what ever turns him on, do things she would never do for him. The only time I wear male clothing is at the office and he never talks to me there other than in a business-like manner. Our secret is just that...a dirty little secret.

Right now, I'm doing just that, being his dirty little secret. I'm, as always, dressed completely for him. When he arrived he found me in a tight short red dress, barely covered my rear end. It's off-the-shoulder and very cute. If I bent over you could see everything. I wore red seamed nylons and a lacey red garter belt. I always wear a locked chastity tube for him with a pink ribbon in a bow tied tight around the back of it, pushes my tiny little thing and my balls up and out. I usually wear no panties when he visits. He wants instant access to me, demands it. But this time I wore the special ones he likes, gift for me a week ago. He had them sent to my house, three pair. Sexy, slutty red panties, the kind his wife won't wear for him. I wore 3" spike heel shoes for him too, makes me taller but I'm still not as tall as he is. He loves high heels, has me keep them on during sex, he loves that too.

Have my heels on now, up over my head, and my skirt is up over my rear, pulled up to my waist. His big hands are all over my ass. His full weight on top of me, he holds my rear apart so far it hurts, grips my cheeks with both his hands and holds me apart exposing my tight little slippery hole. I say nothing, just moan softly as he fucks me. He fucks me in one of his favorite positions, the missionary position.

He's huge and when he's all the way in me I can barely breathe. And he likes to take his time, uses my rear slow and methodically. He likes to fuck. I can tell he likes my tight little rear end, the way he pumps just the head of his cock in and out the tight rim of my little hole. He uses me for his pleasure, not mine. I squeeze as hard as I can and try to please, keep tight around him as he fucks me. He's been on top of me for an hour. 

"Oh, you little bitch." I feel him slap my rear and then take my cheek back tightly in his hand and pull me apart again, "Ooooo, you love that, tell me. I'm going to cum in your mouth you little whore...Oh....fuck, so tight..." He slides in and out of me, full length so slow and sexy. 

I whisper in his ear as he loses himself to my rear, put my legs up high in the air, one leg around his rear end, stockings unhooked from my garters and a complete mess, one down around my ankle. My smooth shaved leg around his back rubbing his ass, other one up over his leg from behind...only sound in the room is the bed springs and his cock moving in and out of my slippery rear. He pumps me the full length of his huge cock, slowly in and out of my tiny hole over and over.

"Daddy, fuck me. I'm your little girl, love it when you do this to me...fuck me. I want you to put it in my mouth, Daddy, please, please cum in your little bitch's mouth. Please." 

He loves when I talk like that for him, whisper low and soft into his ear, drives him crazy. I run my hands up and over his back, the cheeks of his tight and muscled rear end, my red lace panties dangle from my right ankle, off of my high heel shoe. He's all man, feels huge as he's on top of me.

I can feel him getting close, wrap both of my legs tight up and around his back. I feel him start to fuck me hard like he does when he's ready to cum. It hurts when he fucks me this hard but I don't say a word about that, just whisper in his ear, whimper for him. He pounds into me, pushes me into the bed, lost to my rear end. 

Then he pulls out like he always does, fast and abrupt. He hurries up across the top of me, his stomach on my chest, see his rock hard cock throb as it moves toward my face. Roughly, I feel his hand go to the back of my head, guides my mouth up to him, guides me firmly onto him, my lips wide open. I take it in my mouth, hurry to do that before he spurts onto my face. As he mounts me I put my mouth around him, hold him in place and let him finish. He cums using my slippery lips. Feel him start to fuck me real slow, hear him cry out and moan as I swallow for him. I feel him pump slowly into my wet mouth. It's how he always finishes. He uses my mouth. 

His wife won't do that for him. He knows I will. He cums in my mouth and makes me suck him until he's completely finished. I can taste my rear end on him, got used that a long time ago. It's what he wants, what he wants to know I'll do for him. I hate the taste but say nothing. I know he likes that too, likes making me as submissive as he can.

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I remember the first time he took me like this and used me rear end, first time he did something other than use me to suck him. I sucked him almost exclusively twice a week for the longest time, he'd cum after I went down on him and then would just leave. As I walk to my makeup table next to the bed I think back on how he first took me like this. Told me to be in only heels and stockings, nothing else, be ready and lubricated, shaved baby smooth, he told me to be on my knees face down on the bed and waiting when he arrived. He said something I'll never forget, was crude but I said nothing, 'Make sure that asshole of yours is slippery enough to get my arm up into'. 

I did, used half a tube of K-Y Jelly on myself, stayed on my knees for an hour after he called, waiting for him to walk into my house, remember practicing pushing my rear out and back for him . 

My heart raced as I heard him come in the door, he had a key to my house at that point. I was upstairs in the bedroom, very ready for my man. I looked back over my shoulder at him as he walked into my bedroom. When he did he just smiled that dirty smile he has. He sent chills up me when he ran his finger up the crack of my rear and then up my back and then back down. Remember him reaching up between my legs, patting my balls. I had never been used like this before, I knew what he wanted to do, was scared and excited at the same time. I watched him from the side of the bed as he took of his pants. He was hard like he always is when he arrives. I love that about him. Took his underwear off and dropped them to the floor. He told me that I was to stay perfectly still and that if I moved he'd blister my rear, spank me hard. He'd never said or done that before. I said nothing. I reached back and held my cheeks open, turned my face away from him to the side. I could feel him as he moved up behind me. I felt him take me by my hips in his large hands and pull me back toward him, felt his hard on run up between my cheeks, just playing with the slippery crack of my rear. I could see my pretty pink lip gloss and dark mascara eyes, felt sissy like and fem as I watched in the bedroom mirror seeing this real man move up behind me. 

And then he did it for the first time, put the head of his erection to my little hole and pushed it in. I whimpered, cried out. It hurt, hurt very much. He took his time, made me squirm. It felt like he was too big to fit into me. I felt him slap my rear and tell me to be still, hit me again so hard I closed my eyes. He took it back out, ran it up between my cheeks again and petted my rear. 

"You'll get through this, it's what you want. It's what you are. Fuck, you are so tight, I love it!" 

I remember him saying that as he put it to my hole again, then he pushed it in slowly. He pushed it in as far as it would go. I started to cry softly, it hurt, really hurt at first. For the next what seemed like an hour he fucked me slow and deliberately. I clenched the sheets of the bed so tight, never let go of them. He just used my rear for his pleasure, used me like the slut I was for him, training me to take his full length. That was the first time. 

When he came in me I had my face buried in the bed, fingers dug into the mattress and sheets, my make up smeared all over the sheet in front of me, tears in my eyes. When he completely finished he pulled out of me and patted my rear. He told me I was a very good little boy. I stayed fixed in place, was afraid to move, felt his warm cum run out of me and down my leg, felt it run across my tiny balls. Felt my rear spread like it had never been before, I felt like I was completely his now. He came to the side of the bed and took my head, made me suck him clean. I hated the taste of him after he fucked me but couldn't deny him. 

When I finished cleaning him he pushed my head away. Saying nothing got dressed and left. He just left, left me on the bed a complete mess. I felt stunned, seemed like time stood still. 

The next day at work he ignored me, didn't even say 'hello'. That was the first time he fucked me. I remember it all.

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He rolled off of the top of me. "Fuck, that mouth of yours never ceases to amaze me, Princess!" He sat up in the bed. 

I got up and moved to my makeup table. I hurried to fix my stockings, fastened them slow and sexy to my lacey garter belt, knowing his eyes were all over me. 

I'm standing, bending forward at my makeup table. When he finishes I always hurry to do my make up for him, make myself presentable again. 

"I do it all for you, Daddy." I smiled at him.

As I lean forward and apply fresh lip gloss and lip liner I push my rear back out, I know he finds that sexy. My dress is still up over my butt, panties down on the floor, shaved smooth round little rear end for him to look at. I spread my ankles apart slightly, give him a good look. Skirt up, bare butt, sexy stockings and heels, I know I'm just what he wants. I wink at him, "You like what you see, baby? It's all yours to what you want with."

He just stares at me. 

He moves to the chair next to my bed, sits, watches me fix my makeup, primp for him. He smiles as I wiggle back into my dress without my panties on, pull it down teasingly over my cock harness. I tuck my little thing back down between my legs and pull my dress down, smooth my skirt as it moves down from my waist, feel it cover my rear tightly. I can feel the k-y all over my rear end, know it's staining the back of my dress, don't care. I love him on me. I fix my stocking seams and then check my lipstick again. I look at him in the mirror. I'm wearing a blonde wig, big hair...he loves that. Pink bow in the middle front with sexy bangs, I re-apply lip gloss as he leans forward, runs his hand over my rear, over my silk dress.

"So, you ready for the next step, Princess?"

"Daddy, I'm ready for anything you want me to do. You know that." I smile at him. He's naked, even soft his cock is huge. He's all man. Feel the urge to suck him again, want more of him...but he's done with me now. "I'll do any dirty little thing you like." 

"I want to take you out in public." He looks at me, sees the shock on my face. "Take you to a special club, one that you would fit into, want to show off my little slut. I know about a couple of bars that have girls like you in them. I want to take you to them." 

He runs his hand up between my legs, feels my locked cock harness. Feel his huge muscled arm push up at my tight skirt as he feels me under my dress. Then I feel him take my arm tight, pulls me down on his lap. Sitting on his lap I feel him take the back of my neck in his hand. 

"That scares you, doesn't it." He holds me in place and runs his other hand over my inner thigh, plays with the lace at the tops of my stockings. "Scares you to think about going out on the street like this." He laughs, "It should. So far you're a secret. If I make you a public little sissy bitch you'd just have to do it, wouldn't you?" I feel his hand hold the back of my neck tightly.

"Yes Daddy." I feel my face turn red. I feel his hand run across my rear, pulls back and spanks me twice, he feels me jump on his lap. His strong hand holds me in place. 

"Aren't you afraid of being found out, your wife finding out about us?" I feel very afraid, have never considered being 'out', being known in public as a sissy gay boy.

I feel him pinch my rear, squeeze my cheek firm. "I love this rear end, love it. Knew you'd be a very willing little sissy for me, I like what we've turned you into. You've become quite the 'little woman'. Or should I say little sex slave." 

He took his hand out from under my dress and started to stand, I rose as he stood, almost fell off his lap. "I'm not going to get caught, you just do what you're told like a good second wife does." He was through with me for the evening.

"I have to go. Have places to be. I'm going to take you out next weekend. Get mentally prepared for that. And the place I'm taking you, get ready to be a very sexy little sissy super model, make me proud of you. We're going to show you off for the first time. First impressions are everything, Princess."

He started to get dressed, to put his underwear and pants back on. I sat stunned in the chair he was just seated in, sat down and looked at myself in my makeup mirror. Felt panic, what if I get caught, what if others I know see me, what about others at the office find out about me. My mind raced. I was terrified.

He smiled. As he went to my bedroom door, "I know you're afraid. That's part of it for me, I like that" He laughed loud, "You'll get used to it, just like you got used to me fucking your ass." He looked at me sternly. You may even start dressing full time." 

He laughed even louder. "You're mine now, princess. And don't think I don't love that! You be a good girl, do what you're told to do." 

As he opened the door he looked away from me. "I'll see you at work." He turned and left. 

I just sat and stared at myself. Felt my soft penis strain at my chastity harness, wanted to masturbate. So bad, wanted to play with myself, did what I can only do now, ran my index finger over the wet end of my harnessed little thing. I rubbed my finger over the hole slowly in little circles. With my other hand I fingered my rear end. 

I felt his cum run out of me and all over my hand. Wanted to do whatever my man wanted me to do in that instant, never wanted more to be anything other than his sissy, his bitch. I wanted to please my man! 

Fingered myself for almost an hour thinking about him, I came in my cock harness. My dirty little secret that he doesn't know about, know I can do. I was lost thinking about being his in public, truly being his.



His Sissy Bitch Ch. 05



I'm scared to death. Feel apprehension, I've never been 'outted' before, never been out in public dressed fem. He will not be dissuaded, told me I had to do it. As I sit and try to concentrate on work I can see him across the hall in his office. See the people he meets with, know he could out me to them if he liked, and I know tonight I may be seen by any one of them. He's taking me to a club, so he says; don't even know where that is.

He looks up from his desk, looks through his class window wall of his office, looks right at me, smiles. I feel my face turn red. I feel the penis restraint he keeps me locked in, feel it under the silk panties I wear for him under my pants. In the office I dress straight, would never even hint at being what I actually am for him. But he knows. And so do I, feel his control over me every time I move. I'm reminded of what I am to him every time I have to go to the men's room and sit to urinate. Feel it every time I pray that nobody else in the office notices. 

My office phone rings, it's him. 

"Are you looking forward to tonight?" I look up see his door closed; his blinds have been pulled on his glass walled office. I can 'hear' him smile through the phone.

"Yes, sir, I am." 

"Good. I want you to leave early today, want you to take extra care to be all prettied up. Surprise me, something to make any man want to fuck you as soon as he sees you. And I want it tight. I want you in the tightest skirt or dress you have, want you to wear something extra tight and show off that ass of yours. And wear a panty girdle too, keeps those buns of yours all tucked up tight and super smooth. You know what men like. Do it." He stops and listens to me breathe, can feel him through the phone, he knows that too. "Like to spank you like that, don't I, Princess, spank that tightly wrapped ass." 

Hear him laugh to himself as I answer, I am blushing bright red, hoping he's not talking in front of someone. "Yes, you do. You do, Sir." I look all around the office through my open door; try to see if anyone passing by can hear our conversation. His secretary is just outside of his office, can't help but feel she knows. I live in fear of the rumors, teasing, tension it would cause. But that doesn't stop me from being his bitch. I couldn't stop now even if I wanted to. I'm his total slut.

"I'll see you tonight. Remember, tight. Be cute, pretty, and be extremely fem. You know what the boys want. Make me proud of you when I take out, baby." He hangs up. My heart skips a beat.

As I hang up the phone I feel the real effect that man has on me, feel my little penis strain to get hard in its locked harness. CB6000 cock harness he locked me in, never get used to it, would never in a million years complain, I wear it for him. He's my man and that's what he wants. 

I feel the head of my tiny penis try to push forward as I think about dressing for him, gets me very hot. It always does. 

I go back to finishing my work and look at the clock. 2pm, time to leave and start planning how to dress for Daddy. Daddy, right across the hall, my boss, my employer...my owner, I am truly his 'little bitch' as he refers to me now. Can't think about my office work, can only think about what I want wear to please him tonight.

On my way to shop before going home to dress for him I think about what he said to me. He told me he was going to take me to a club. Until now I've dressed any way he likes, done hair and makeup, done it all for him. I've done all the dirty little sex things he wants me to do but it's all been at my home. Now he insists that this is the next step for me. He wants to take me out in public and show me off to others. He says he knows just the place to start at, has a very special place in mind. That makes me very apprehensive, nervous, but gets me hot too, want to masturbate thinking about that. If my little dick were not locked up tight in its' chastity cage I would. 

I have been working hard for him, working to be as passable as possible, working toward this night. I've lost weight to the point of being beyond thin, very fem for my height and sissy like, I AM the part. I exercise to keep my rear tight and firm but never to build muscle. I have become his perfect baby soft sissy girl. I talk very fem around him now, never sound masculine. And I try in every way to be 'a good wife', his second wife. 

And that makes me all of a sudden jealous. When I think about her doing things for him, trying to suck him as good as I do it makes me mad, get jealous thinking about him fucking her instead of me! I think his wife can't possibly know how to please him like I do! I do the things she won't do. 

Tonight I'm going to be everything he imagines and more. Tonight he's going to get everything he hoped for.

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I'm wearing a leopard skin print dress; it's off the shoulder and accentuates my thin and now very fem shoulders. Extreme form fitting, very soft and clingy in all the right places, looks like it's painted on across my rear end, this dress was worth every penny. Form fitting sleeves, to the wrist and slightly flared, they show off my shiny silver bracelets, wore a ton of them, sexy when I move. I look very cute and I know it. The dress is so tight, feel that when I move even slightly, tight like a hobble skirt, holds my legs together just above the knee. I wore black hose, lace top silk stockings, his favorite. I have on leopard print heels, 3" spikes with ankle straps, very pointy toe, you can't help but notice these fuck-me shoes! I wore a very sexy silver chain on my right ankle to match my clinking bracelets. My auburn wig is shoulder length and almost covers one eye, very hot look '40s film star look he'll love! My make up is dark, noir, way too much eye liner and shadow, and to set it all off I have bright red lips and off-red lip liner. I have a tiny leopard skin hand bag, sets off my red nail polish. When he opens the front door of my house he sees me, I stand at the end of the hall, feel my heart leap. My tiny penis is pushed tight back between my legs, harness held tight and in place by my black panty girdle. I feel it stir as he looks at me.

"Oooooooo, fuck, you just keep getting better. I can't believe what you have done with your sissy ass. Baby, you are hot!" I walk slowly to him, feel his gaze, his eyes are all over me.

"Daddy, you like?" I smile at him, long hair covering one eye as I look at him from the side. 

Penis pulled back between my legs makes me walk very cat like too, model on the runway strut. He likes that too, can see the bulge in his pants as I start to walk to him.

He runs his hand up over my rear end, feel his strong leg push up against me; feel him press his cock on my outer thigh. He's rock hard. Feel him rub his huge erection against my leg. He knows he drives me crazy when he does that, want him to take me there, right up against the wall. I reach for him. He pulls away. 

"Not yet, Princess, it's very nice that you're dirty little mind is focused. But not yet." He reaches into his coat pocket, pulls out a box. "I have something for you, before we go out, a present. I love surprising you with presents, baby." He smiles. I feel my heart jump; last present was my penis being put into locked chastity harness. I look to the floor, back up at him.

"Come here." He takes my arm, tight, leads me to my living room. 

"Now just relax, I don't want you to mess yourself up, you're perfect right now, couldn't be prettier." He holds my arm as he guides me over the back of my couch, pushes me face first over the back it, face toward the cushions, leans me forward, rear up over the couch back. I hurry to reach down and support myself on the cushions of the couch. Feel his hand run up and over my rear, then I feel him slip my dress up carefully. He rolls the top of my panty girdle down almost to the bottom of my cheeks, exposes my tiny hole.

"Baby, you are incredible, butt like a teenage girl. Stay still, don't you move. Put your legs apart slightly, be a good girl." 

He reaches into the gift box. I look back over my shoulder and see him take out a rounded butt plug, tapered with a stop on it at the end, curved rubber to hold it in. Keeps it from slipping all the way in and holds it in place once it's all the way in. I've seen these before, never had one used on me, have been afraid of the huge ball like shape.

"Daddy, please, don't...please..."

"Be quiet, don't mess up that perfect makeup. You'll get used to this just like you did your cock harness." He reached down with his free hand, ignoring my plea, opened my cheeks with his fingers and put the tip of the huge bulbous plug to my rear. He pushed it in slowly. 

I cried out, struggled to remain still. It was very thick and it didn't go in easily, felt like my tiny hole was being ripped wide open. When it did finally go all the way in I felt my tiny little hole close tight, almost snap closed around the thin round end of it that held it in place. Felt the sides of the extended rubber push up tight between my cheeks. I whimpered, struggled not to cry out, it hurt.

Felt him run his hand up the crack of my rear, up and down feeling the rubber butt plug, making sure it was securely in place. Felt him spread my cheek to the side, bend forward to inspect it, looking to inspect the fit at my hole, ran his index finger around it. Then he stood.

He rolled my panty girdle back up slowly over my rear end, felt it squeeze the huge plug up inside of me as he did that, pushing my cheeks together tight, felt him gently pull my dress back down and into place. He petted me, ran his hand all over my butt, petted me softly. 

It felt like he'd pushed a football up into me. It was very uncomfortable, I hated it.

He slapped my cheek hard. "Walk for me, baby. Up and down the hall. Let's see how my little super model walks with a plug in her rear end. Better not let that slip out." He stood and watched as I got up off of the back of the couch very carefully. 

I walked for him, did my best to act as if I didn't have that thing in me. Could hear his approval as I walked the length of my hallway, heard his satisfaction seeing me do that for him. 

"Mmmmm, I like it. I jacked off twice last night thinking about putting that into your ass. And it's the next level of your training, baby. Trust me. It'll be explained later." 

I walk back toward him. He takes my arm, pulls me up close to him. "What do you say, Princess." He's breathing like he does when he fucks me, very hot.

"Thank you, Daddy." I look to the floor. Feel slightly more comfortable but know I will never like this thing he's making me wear. Feel like my rear is stretched completely open. 

"Don't worry, baby, I'll be taking that out when it's time. For now you just deal with it." He feels me start to push up against him. Laughs, "I know you love how I treat you." He watches as my face flushes. I feel his hand slip down my back. He runs his hand down my dress, over my rear end to the bottom of my curved cheeks, holds them both in his large hand. He pushes up gently on me from behind, makes me come up on my toes toward him. "I like that too. You're such a willing little bitch." He kisses my cheek.

"We'd better get going, stay here much longer and I won't be able to control myself, rip that dress off you and fuck you right here on the floor." He moves away from me toward the door. 

"Let's go, Princess. It's time for my special little girl to go out, see what's next for her in the big bad world."

As we walk to his car I feel as if everyone in the world is watching me. So scary, never been out from behind closed doors as a sissy. I look to all the houses on my street, check to see if anyone is watching. 

He opens my car door for me, just like a perfect 

gentleman. As I wiggle into to seat he looks down at me. "I hope everything is still in place underneath that cute little butt, baby, it better be." He smiles. Closes the door before I can answer a meek 'yes, sir', he walks to his side of the car.

As we drive I can't help but think every other car is looking at me. Feel dread, feels like everyone 'knows'. I feel like a man in a dress. Somewhat seized with fear I stare straight ahead as we drive, afraid to look out the window and see someone staring back at me. He says nothing to me, I feel him put his hand on my leg as we ride, rests it on my lower inner thigh, slightly raises my dress up. Can't help but think that's how he drives with his wife.

We drive for what seems like forever, just under an hour. When we finally pull in the parking lot in what looks like a restaurant I feel my heart leap, feel dread set in. Feel panic set in. Feel close to terror set in. He pulls into a parking place. My mind is racing and I feel like running, jumping out and running. I feel so afraid. He shuts the car off. He looks are me. 

"I know what you are feeling; I can see it in your eyes. And believe it or not you are hotter than ever right now, beyond cute. So submissive. So sexy, you are beautiful right now." He leans over close to me. Feel his hand slide over the back of the seat and take the back of neck gently, his other hand runs up over my thigh, up the top of my right leg, over my stocking top. He spreads my legs slightly. I feel his finger play with my penis, rubs the cock harness I wear through my girdle. 

"I want you to walk into that bar, sit at the bar and be a good girl. All by yourself, sit at the bar, not a table, you sit at the bar. Cross your legs like a lady, do not disappoint me. You're a woman tonight, act like one. And if any man wants to buy you a drink you let him. Be polite, sexy and as feminine as you can, Princess." 

He smiles, kisses my cheek again. Feel his hand slide back out from under my skirt. "You can do this, Princes." He leans back in the seat, moves his hand away from my neck.

I grab his hand, desperately, cling to it, hear my panicked voice stammer, "You are not coming with me?? Please, Daddy, don't send me in alone, please..." He puts his finger up.

"Shhhhhhhh, quiet, be a good girl. You cry and spoil that makeup and I'll spank right here." He looks sternly at me

I look at him, almost feel a tear in my eye. "Are you going to leave me here?" I hold back crying, force it back.

"Go, you'll be okay. You know you can trust me. Do this for me. Be a good girl. I'll be close by, be in with you soon. Now go." He looks out through the windshield. I slowly open the door, know that he's done talking.

"Baby, I would not do anything to hurt you, you're my good girl. You can do this." I hear him say as I close the door to his car, look back at him.

As I walk to the bar door I look back at him, he's watching me, smiling. I see him on his cell phone. He motions me with his hand, hurries me on toward the door. 

I swallow, get the courage up to enter, I reach for the door. I open the door and am immediately met with the sound of a crowded and loud room, many people chatting. I am thankful for that, it's not well lit. I don't stand out. I enter start toward the bar at the end of the hallway I think to myself, I can get through this.

I feel the huge dildo butt plug held in place by my tight panty girdle push up into me as I place my rear on a stool at the corner of the bar. I struggle to make sure anyone watching would not suspect I wear it. I notice nobody is even paying attention to me. See a few men look my way, check me out, but nobody laughs, nobody points, nobody ridicules. I can do this. I can do this. I keep saying that to myself, I can do this.

The bartender is busy and as he looks at me, nods, smiles at me and winks. I smile and look away. I feel actually sexy all of a sudden. I feel a burst of what an attractive woman must feel, making an entrance into any room. I like it. I can do this.

"What would you like to drink, honey?" I'm shocked as the bartender appears in front of me, was lost in my silly thoughts, lost...he called me 'honey'...he knows, they all know. Feel my face flush, and I feel my throat choke up. "The gentlemen would like to buy you a drink, what would you like?" I look down at the two men he nods toward, they sit at the opposite end of the bar, one smiling at me, the other just stares. He knows, knows I'm not a woman, he knows I'm a sissy bitch. I can barely get it out, hear my voice crack, "I'll have a margarita, rocks please." The bartender looks at me, huge smile. He knows too, they all know. I feel very much alone, struggle to compose myself.

The drink takes some of the edge off. When it comes I hurry to drink it, drink it almost too fast, I ask for another. Very slight margarita haze fills my head, sitting on the barstool, legs crossed hikes my dress up a little. I feel the 'attractive woman' burst again, feel like I don't care anymore, feel kind of sexy being out here, feel kind of dangerous. I can get through this. That's when I felt the hand brush across my rear end.

"Hello." 

He was a very big man. I mean big, probably 6'4" 270 at least, dressed very nice, coat and tie, could see his in-shape muscled body through it, looked down at me and smiled. He brushed my ass, did it so innocently but he DID brush his hand across my rear as he moved to sit next to me. There was no mistake about that. He just sat right down, right next to me. 

"Hi." 

I looked at him. He kind of laughed but not obviously, he knew I was nervous. He motioned for the bartender, pointed to my drink. The men that bought my first two drinks were staring at the two of us. I could feel the tequila. Could feel the huge dildo my boyfriend had put up my rear end, felt it shift around, it made me feel so vulnerable, submissive. I liked that.

He was very charming, chatted with him while I sipped my drink and struggled to get comfortable on the leather seat of the barstool. I told him I was waiting for someone, told him I thought he was very nice but that I was spoken for. He ignored that. Complimented me so much I felt myself start to get turned on by him. He never once said anything about what I thought was obvious, that I was a sissy CD 'girl'. I felt him put his hand on my knee, I moved to brush it off. That didn't stop him. He put his hand on my knee tight, kept it there. I let him. 

Sat there sipping the drink he bought me, flirting with him, when I realized I had to go to the little girl's room. Told him I had to go potty, smiled a very dirty little smile at him when I said that, ran my hand over his knee and up his thigh. He just laughed.

"The ladies room is over there." He pointed to the restroom hallway. "I'll be here when you get back."

I went to the hallway and saw the two restrooms, 'MEN' and 'WOMEN' signs on the door. I panicked, didn't know where to go, men's room or ladies room. I was completely confused, my first time out fem. I stood there so nervous, decided to go to the ladies room, would look over the top conspicuous dressed as I was to walk into the men's room. 

Went to a stall and sat to pee. I reached back and held the butt plug in so hard, terrified of it falling out. I heard another woman, then two more come in, stayed frozen in the stall until they left. Got up to leave and as soon as I did two more women entered. I went to the mirror, touched up my lipstick. Saw them both look at me, smile. THEY KNEW. 

"You look real, cute honey. You actually do. I love your dress, and those shoes, oooo they work for you, honey." She laughed. "I'm serious, girlfriend, a lot of them can't pull it off. You're doing a good job." 

They both laughed. Felt my face turn red for the thousandth time, hurried to leave and go back to the bar. "You be a real good girl, now." I heard one of them say that, then heard both laugh out loud as I left the ladies room.

He was still at the bar, no sign of my boyfriend. I sat back down, delicately, next to the huge, big strong man. I could feel the margaritas. I liked that, kept me calm.




His Sissy Bitch Ch. 05



"I want to get a booth, want you to join me." He looked at me, felt his large hand go back to my leg as soon as I sat down. 

"I can't. I'm waiting for someone. I have a boyfriend...", he interrupted me.

"I know." Felt him take my arm, tightly, he stood and motioned to the bartender. The bartender nodded as if he knew what he meant. "Come on, baby. Your boyfriend will understand." He looked at me very seriously. "He sent you here to meet me." 

I froze, looked at him, felt him squeeze my arm so tight it hurt, felt him almost pull me off the stool. I stood. "Come on, baby, let's get a booth in the back, I'll explain it all to you." He patted my rear, actually pushed on the spot where my butt plug was, he found the exact spot! He knew. And he made me move up on my toes. He laughed softly, started walking with me as he firmly held my arm. 

Felt all eyes on me as I walked with this man to the rear of the restaurant, my high heels clicking on the floor as we walked. The two men at the bar watched too as I was led to the back of the restaurant.

We went back to room off the main dining room, small with very dim light, dark. Intimate crescent shaped booths lined the walls on each side of this room, there was a stage type walk way in the middle of it. It looked like a strip club. There was nobody in the room but us. As he led me to a booth in the back I could hear the din of the rest of this large and filled with people restaurant get distant and almost silent. 

He offered a seat and I slid into the booth as best I could, my rear more than sensitive to the large plug I was fitted with. The bartender hurried back, sat two drinks on the table, as he hurried back out he closed the large room doors He sat next to me, slid into the booth right up close to me.

"You are very special, looked good to me as soon as I saw you. You have a very sexy look a lot of sissies don't, inviting, kinky. You almost ask for a man to take you, fuck you real dirty. And with your makeup and the way you wear your hair you would attract a lot men." 

I interrupted him, could not believe what I was hearing.

"Please, I have a very serious relationship, have a boyfriend. I don't know if I should be doing this, was told to sit, stay at the bar. He said he'd be here soon. And I've never been with a man other than him. This is all very new to me." I felt my face flush as he just stared at me. He pushed a drink toward me with his index finger. "And I don't know if I can drink much more, had three already." 

He listened patiently, smiled, almost bored look on his face. He pushed my margarita toward me, an inch more. He watched me as I sipped it. Then I felt his hand under the table on my leg, moved up right against me, so close, put his arm around me, held so that I could not move away from him. 

"Relax. I know more about what you want, than your boyfriend does. He knows that too, that's why he sent you here." Felt his hand run up my leg, up under my skirt, he kissed my ear through my hair. He ran his fingers around the top of my stocking, up over the crotch of my tight black girdle. "Nice." He started to breathe deep next to my ear.

I tried to pull away, "We're going to get thrown out of here, I can't be caught doing this." He pulled his finger out of my crotch, put it to my lips. 

"You are sitting in the back room of my restaurant." That's when he French kissed me, just did it.

He held me so tight, could not get away even if I wanted to. He kissed me so deep, made me dizzy. 

Then he pulled away. "Baby, you are safe. So fucking safe, don't you worry. I know you like me. I know all about girls like you, baby, you like any man that is safe, protective, has a big dick and treats you like the slut you are." He put his hand back up under my skirt. "Hold still, very still, don't you move!" 

He was right. I loved what I was for him, at that moment, I was his.

He started to stroke my little dick, rubbed it through my restraint. Pushed up against the crotch of my panty girdle, me spreading my legs open for him, I pulled my dress up to allow him to touch me.

"Want me to unlock it? Take it out and make you hard?" I was getting excited, his lips went to my neck. I couldn't believe what I was hearing, couldn't believe how turned on I was, felt my tiny penis strain at the cage as he teased it with his hand. Then he French kissed me again, never been kissed like that, ever. Felt my little dick get as hard as it could in its cage, whimpered from the pain of it, trapped in its restraint, he kissed me hard, made me know I could not resist him, pressed against me with his hand up under my dress, tongue deep in my mouth. 

I gave in completely, felt my hands move up over his back, wanted him on top of me, wanted this man between my legs.

He leaned back away from me, kept his big hand on my crotch up under my dress, smiled at me, an inch from my face, saw my lipstick on him. He squeezed the restraint, pushed it back on the head of my little thing.

"It's locked, I don't have the key." I moved up close to him. I whimpered that, into his ear, he could hear my heavy breathing, hear my sissy voice, ashamed of the cage on my penis. I put my hand on his pants, big, very big erection under my hand. I just wanted this man all over me.

He pulled his hand out from under my skirt, reached into his pants pocket. He pulled out a small key. Held it up, smiled. He stared at me. 

"My boyfriend gave you that?"

"Sort of, it's more like I gave him the key in the first place, told him where to buy that thing, it's the best out there for keeping a little horny girl like you in place, keep your hands off of that little thing, it keeps you the way men like us like sissies like you. In need."

He moved back and started to lift my dress up over my legs, I raised up, let him take it all the way up and over my rear end, up to the arch of my back. I was watching the door at the end of the room. I lifted up and he forcefully lowered my panty girdle, ripped it down hard with his strong hands. Pulled it all the way down and over my ankles, lifted it up in his hand and put it on the table. I was totally exposed, panty girdle pulled down and taken off over my stockings and shoes, laying on the table in front me for anyone to see, dress all the way up. I didn't care anymore. I was crazy for this man, so hot for him! I straddled him, just did it. Put my leg over him, sat facing him with my legs on each side of his lap, started to rub my rear over his erection, through his pants. Started to give this man a serious lap dance, struggle to hold tight the plug in my little hole, ground myself against this very hot man's crotch. I could feel his erection up against me.

"You are going to be one of my good ones, I can tell." I had no idea what he was talking about, was lost to this man. I was his at that moment his total bitch, felt like I was all I ever wanted to be. 

He knew just how to unlock my cock cage, knew how to slide it off real slow, tossed it on top of my girdle laying on the table in front of us, knew how to take my little dick in between his thumb and index finger, hold it like I do when I am allowed to masturbate, knew how to make me hard, knew how to make me have a very wet spot and ran his finger over it, over the hole, knew how to make me melt into him. He KNEW me! 

I struggled to keep my butt plug in place as he played with my tiny penis. 

"Oooooooo, baby smooth, very good little baby girl." Ran one hand up and over my naked and exposed rear end, over the curve of it, watched me squirm as he drove me crazy with his other hand. I pressed up against his big chest, felt his well muscled frame, I pushed myself up against him hard and all over him. I ran my hands up over his back, kissed his neck as he masturbated me, as he stroked my tiny erection.

"You really are small. Your boyfriend said you're little but this is better than I expected. I like this, like this a lot. Precious little baby, I may name you that, 'Precious'. You don't know it yet but that's a good thing, baby. Cute little dick, like a little baby boy, you'll be very much in demand." 

I could barely hear him over my moans...

"Ooooo, oh, baby...oh, please don't stop, oooooo..." 

He just worked me, masturbated me in the hottest way it's ever been done. He pumped me so sexy, let me get lost in his hand, held my shoulder, held me tight into his chest, ran his strong hand into the small of my back, ran his hand down into the crack of my rear and pushed my butt plug up tight, he felt me spread my legs wide open when he did that. I was his, let him jack me off. 

I moaned and whimpered for him, didn't want it to end. Actually begged him...'please Daddy, don't stop, please don't let it end...please...' I'd never been treated like this before. 

Then he held so close I could barely move, barely breathe. 

"Time for my bitch to cum." He pushed me of his lap, onto the booth, just lifted me off of him with one hand, sat me down right next to him. Held me by my arm, and leaning next to my ear stroked my dick fast and hard. Then he whispered, over and over, "Cum, Precious, let it go. Come on, baby. Do it for me." 

He breathed those words right up close to my ear as he made me cum harder than I've come in years. I was his. 

I cried out, felt like I was cumming for the first time. I came all over his hand and all over my crotch. He held me so tight it hurt as I came, spurted all down onto the leather booth seat, could feel my naked rear end slide around in it as I let go for this man. He just let me do it. He didn't say anything, just let me come all over myself and his large, strong hand. He didn't try to calm me down, let me cry out. 

I could see him smiling down at me. "When you cum you feel the submissive thing leave, don't you, baby." He ran his hand over my wet spot, all over the cum on my leg, up over my thighs. He let me go totally soft and tiny before he said that. 

He was huge next to me, huge, looked down at me. "Say 'thank you.'

I didn't say anything. Just felt that shame thing I feel after I cum, want it all to end. 

"Thank you, sir." I felt my face go totally red, felt the heat of that.

"We're going to work on that. Get this little girl submissive all the time. You know that's right, don't you, Precious. Hot little bitch like you should be just that. A full-time hot little girl, you have no other purpose. You need to be taught that. Need to get in touch with what you are." 

"Yes, yes...I do want that..." heard myself answer him meekly. Started to feel the submissive feelings stir, felt his control of me, wanted him to touch me again.

He said nothing, sat and sipped his drink. I put my hand on his chest, other on his leg, put my head on his shoulder.

That's when he spoke.

"That was the good part. That was what you get if you're a good girl. That's what you'll be thinking of later, thinking of working toward being a very good girl." He sipped his drink. "Now I have to show you the other side of the coin." He looked at me, moved his shoulder away from me, started to move out of the booth.

"Let's go, move, baby." He became stern, very dominant. He slid out of the booth fast, started to walk to the door in the back of the room. He didn't wait for me. "Move!" He looked back at me. I hurried out of the booth, wiggled back into my dress, pulled down. Picked up my cock harness, panty girdle, purse, looked back at the cum all over the booth, heard him yell so stern it scared me.

"Move, now!" 

I followed him, scared to death but I did, hurried to follow him, follow him down stairs and into his office. A large and plush very modern well furnished office. I walked into this room and heard the door close behind us. 

"Now I want you to trust me. I want you to trust me as much as you do your boyfriend. Nobody is going to ever hurt you. Ever, honey. I'm going to give you what you need." I heard him lock the door. He went to the wall, to a finely finished cabinet next to the door. I could see rows of security video screens showing all angles of his restaurant, the parking lot, even the room we were just in. I watched him slide a section of the wall cabinet back. 

He took k-y jelly, handcuffs, and very thin black riding crop from the wall inside the cabinet. He turned, walked to a large black leather couch against the wall.

"No! No, please...I don't even know you...", he shushed me..."...please...".

"Be quiet. Take off your dress. Don't make me ask you twice, Precious." He looked at me, very serious look. "I know you're afraid, don't be. Take it off real sexy for me, baby. Why would I do anything to hurt a precious little sissy girl like you? Take off your dress, honey." He leaned forward, put the cuffs and k-y on the long marble table in front of him, he held the riding crop in his hand. "Come baby, let me see."

I was in a trance like state, didn't know what to do, put my things on the floor, just felt myself start to slip out of my dress. Unzipped the back and pulled it down off my shoulders, watched him as I did it, stared at the hand cuffs, the riding crop, so very threatening. Only sound in the room was my jangling bracelets as I pulled off my dress over them, letting it slip to the floor. I stepped out of it.

Standing there in heels and nylons, and the the bracelets I wore on my wrist, I looked at him, smiled as best I could. Felt terror.

"My goodness, better than I thought, there's not an inch of fat on your sissy ass, is there. Whatever you do to keep that tummy in shape, kept those hips like that, you keep doing that." He tapped the riding crop on his free hand. He looked me up and down. "Turn around, want to see that ass up close."

I started to cry. I was crying softly. Couldn't help myself, could not stop it, started to cry. Didn't wait to be told, I turned slowly, showed him my bare rear end. I tightened my little hole, careful not to let the large butt plug slip out. I pushed my rear out slightly, put my hands on my hips.

"Do you like me, like what you see? I want you to like me, I really do." I was trying not to burst out into full tears. "Please, I want you to like me..."

"Oh yeah. And even more important you're what every guy that likes sissy bitches like you is going to love. You're like a cross between a barely eighteen year old boy and a barely eighteen year old girl." He laughed so loud I thought surely he could be heard upstairs. "Best of both worlds, bitch, you're much better looking than he said you are." 

When he laughed I started to really cry, felt my makeup start to run down my cheeks.

"Please, please...don't hurt me, I'll do what you want." I stood facing away from him, felt his eyes starting at my rear end.

He stood, walked to me, ran his hand up between my legs over my soft penis and tiny balls from behind, just pushed his hand up between my legs, made me raise up on my toes. "And this is perfect, so little and begging for real man attention. You're like a baby." He took my penis in his hand, pulled it down slightly and then up between my legs from behind, held me like that, making me push my butt out and toward him. He released me when I cried out from the pain of that. Calmly he reached around me and took my arms. He pulled them back and behind me.

He took my hands and held them tight behind my back roughly, took my wrists in one hand. Felt him pull me to the couch like that, held me so tight it hurt. He took the cuffs in his other hand, I pulled instinctively, was stumbling on my high heels, tried to pull away, pulled to get away from his grip. It didn't even make his hand flinch, his hand was like steel, a vise, held me tight in place. I couldn't move. He pulled my hands up to make me bend forward. I started to beg him not to hurt me, started to really cry.

I cried out. 

"No..., PLEASE...no..." I heard the cuffs click shut on one wrist than the other. It all happened so fast, was cuffed and at his mercy. I was restrained, took less than thirty seconds. I was shaking, crying hard. I was scared.

He ignored me, he turned back toward me. He was holding the riding crop. 

"Lay down on the couch, face down." He stepped back, looked at me. Tapped the side of my leg with the crop twice, I looked at him, tears all over my face.

"Please, don't hurt me...please..." All the nightmare movies and stories you can imagine ran through my head. Nothing erotic in my head at that point, scared to death, I almost peed on the floor. 

That's when I lost it, felt the butt plug push out of my rear as I began to really cry. 

He glared at me, very stern look on his face. "Scared shitless, Precious, I like that. I won't tell if you don't. That's not lady-like, that'll be our little secret. Push your rear end plug out onto my nice clean floor, not very feminine. It'll be our secret." He walked to the side of me, "Lay down, don't make me ask you again." He tapped my leg with the crop.

"Get on the fucking couch, don't make me put there, bitch."

He watched as I went to the couch and laid down slowly, first up on my knees then fell forward, with no arms to support my fall, face down across the leather cushions, struggled, just fell forward onto the cushions. He stepped up right next to me. I felt him push his finger into my rear, felt my little hole tighten around it, he pushed it in deep, held it there. "Very tight, Precious, you are a real prize, even after wearing that thing all night long." He slid it out and then back in several times, felt me wince a he did it. He pulled his finger out and stood, put it to my face, could smell my rear end all over his hand. "Suck it, girl!" 

I did, sucked his middle finger, opened my mouth as he slid his finger into it, bitter taste all over it, felt the tears running down my face on this couch.

As I sucked his finger he looked down at me. "I'm going to hit you five times. Five times across your bare bottom, I know you've been spanked, your boyfriend told me all about it. But not like this you haven't." 

He pulled his finger out of my mouth, stood straight up. "Now don't move, let's get it over quickly." 

I felt the crop come down so hard I almost passed out. Have never felt pain like that before, I screamed out, pulled away, pushed my legs up under me, tried to protect myself by turning my rear away from him.

"That's one, baby." He moved to the side of me, I was crying hard, shaking. That's when he grabbed the back of my neck so hard I thought he'd break it, so tight I screamed. "Push that fucking butt back up for me, don't make me ask again, didn't I tell you that, bitch?"

I forced my legs out from under me, forced my butt back up for him. That's when he started to give me the last four strokes. Last stroke came down between my cheeks, felt the crop go up under my crotch snap against my balls.

I was hysterical when he stopped. I was shaking, crying, sobbing, begging, pleading...I was almost hysterical. I have never felt pain like that, reduced to a whimpering crying baby. He dropped the riding crop to the floor, released my neck, he pushed my head away. He ignored my crying, went to his desk and sat. He just sat, didn't say a word.

I could feel the welts rise on my rear. It was as if I'd been branded. I could feel the cool cushions of his leather couch on my stomach as I quivered and shook, as I squirmed all over it, felt my tears all it under my face smeared all over his couch. 

He waited for me to calm down, waited for me to stop crying, felt completely humiliated as he watched me shake and quiver, watched me go into the fetal position.

When I saw him walking toward me, heard myself beg him not to hit me again. Heard myself saying 'why, why...why, please no more...' through my tears.

He sat on the couch next to me. He reached down and petted my back, told me to not be afraid, started to comfort me. He petted my back very softly, so gentle. Kissed my neck, cheek, petted me until I went calm, sobbed calmly. Then he unlocked my handcuffs, took them and tossed them to the floor next to the riding crop...thin black evil riding crop. I looked at, hated seeing it, hated it! 




His Sissy Bitch Ch. 05



"That's the other side of the coin, just a taste of it, Precious." He stood up. "Bad girls get a minimum of fifty strokes, and that's the first time. That was just a taste, Precious." He looked down at me as I cried softly. "You're a good girl, I don't think you have to worry about that. But you do have to know what happens to bad girls." He stood up. "You gonna be one of my real good girls, Precious. I can tell." He looked down at me.

"Tell you to fuck a man I send to your house, you're gonna do that."

"Yes, yes, yes, as many times as you like, I promise." I said through sobs, face pushed into the couch under me.

"Tell you to fuck three men I send to your house, tell you to suck a man in public, you're gonna do that. You're gonna do what I expect of you." He walked to his desk, sat on the edge of it.

"I want you to use my private restroom." He moved from the side of his desk, opened the door next to his chair. "Please, take as much time as you like. You're a pretty girl, very pretty little girl. But right now you're a mess. Go ahead, fix yourself up, you should never be the mess you are now, please baby, take your time." 

He smiled, laughed, looked down at my butt plug on the floor. "I meant it, this is our little secret, nobody will have to know about you losing control of that fine little ass of yours."

He watched as I stood, gathered my purse, butt plug, dress, panty girdle all of my things hastily clutched in my hands. I hated what I was at that moment, wanted to be home, felt like a complete fool. "And leave that chastity tube off. I want you not to wear that until I tell you to. Keep that in your purse."

I was crying hard as I hurried to his bathroom. Hurried past him holding my things, I felt the welts he'd left on me burning on my soft cheeks. I sat on the toilet with my head in my hands and cried.

When I stopped crying, I felt anger, then strength. I got strong, got real strong, could not believe the feeling that came over me. I got up, looked in the mirror. I started to put myself back together. And I also felt more fem than I'd ever felt in my life, felt like I was what I'm supposed to be.

When I finally emerged from the bathroom I was what he saw at the bar. Made up, hair fixed up cute. I even pushed my butt plug back into place. 

As I composed myself, fixed my makeup I started to feel very slutty, very, very slutty. I felt it come over me like a wave after I washed my face and as I did my makeup. Looked at myself in the mirror, saw a slutty little whore, saw what he saw, saw what my boyfriend saw, saw what I wanted all men to see. I saw for the first time what I had become. Slutty little whore looking back at me in the mirror...and I liked it.

I turned and saw the bright red welts on my shaved and soft baby smooth rear end. Felt branded, last thing I saw in the mirror before I left to join him in his office. Felt like I was his, like he'd marked me to be his. I wiggled back into my girdle, put my dress on. I wanted to be this man's whore. 

He was on the couch against the wall when I came back into his office, looked at me. "Baby, you may be the sexiest little bitch I've ever had down here. Very nice, baby." He watched me walk to him, walked as slow and inviting as I possibly could.

I went to him, felt him take my hand so softly. He pulled me to my knees in front of him. He was so gentle. He leaned forward on the couch. "That's my girl, that's the way you're supposed to look." He reached up and undid his belt, felt my heart jump when he said, "You know what I want from you now baby, want that mouth."

He started to undo his pants. I pushed his hands out of the way, didn't care if he didn't like that, just pushed him away. He laughed hard, could hear him laughing as I reached into his underwear. I could see his large semi-erect cock, so thick, much wider than my baby's cock. Felt the warmth of this man's big cock in my hand, pulled it up and out of his underpants. He pulled the elastic band of his underpants back with his thumb. He was completely exposed. His beautiful cock right in front of my face, I licked the end of it, looked up at him.

Heard him breathe deep as he started to guide the back of my head, he pulled me toward him. I didn't wait. I pushed his hand away again, he looked down at me, smiled. 

"Just let me do this for you, Daddy, show what I can do. Let me do this my way." 

I pushed my hair back out of the way, flipped it back over the side of my face as I heard him say, "Mmmmmmmm..." as he leaned back on the couch. 

I took him in my mouth, put him deep all the way my mouth and felt him jump from semi erect to full erection. Felt his big cock push into my throat, started to stroke him soft and firm, I pumped him until he was rock hard.

Heard him moan, really moan, lean back on the couch, felt his legs spread as I started to concentrate on pleasing him with my hot little mouth. I pulled his underpants down and pants down to his ankles as he lifted his rear up for me, kept him in my mouth when I did that, held him place with my tongue. 

I sucked him for over half an hour. Just stayed on my knees, never stopped pumping him, I slowly jacked him off with my mouth. When he started to get excited like he may cum I'd slow down, run my tongue over the head, just nibble softly at the end of it, run my pointed little tongue around and into the hole. Then I'd pull him out of my mouth, hold it straight up with my hand. I'd run my tongue up over his balls and then up the full length of him, then push him back into my mouth, all the way in. Start all over again, I was being a very good girl. Thought to myself 'I can do this'.

Heard him loose himself to me, heard him moan, talk dirty, say all the things men say when they want to cum, felt him writhe on the couch under my hot little mouth. And as I started to pump to make him cum I knew at that moment I was in control now.

And then it happened. He exploded, came in my mouth so hard I couldn't swallow it all. Came so much harder than my boyfriend does, came more too, came so much, almost drown me. I struggled not to choke, wanted to make this happen for him so bad, wanted to be perfect for him.

When he finished, when his cock went to semi hard in my mouth I kept sucking gently, running my tongue around the large head of it. He was so much thicker than my boyfriend, I liked that. 

Then it was over. Felt him lean forward, felt his large strong hands literally take me, pick me up, felt him reach down and pull me up onto his lap, so strong, lifted up like I weighed nothing at all. I knew he could throw me across the room with little effort. Just picked me right up and sat me on his naked lap. He looked at me. He was back in control. He was smiling.

"You are better than he said you were, that's the best blow job I think I've ever had, you fucking little wonderful sissy bitch!" Felt his hand on my rear, so sore. I didn't care. Felt my lipstick smeared all over my face, chin, I could taste his cum in my mouth. "He told me I was not going to believe that mouth, eager soft hot mouth. He was right." Felt his soft dick under my rear as I sat on his naked lap.

"Thank you." I smiled at him.

"You're made for this." I felt him start to stand. I got up off his lap. He stood and looked at me. 

I went to mirror next to his desk, redid my lipstick, fixed my face. He said nothing, went to his desk. He sat in the edge of it behind me. I did my best submissive pose, feeling my rear tighten as his hand ran over my cheeks across my rear end. Still tasting his cum, I smiled at him in the mirror, winked at him. 

"I facilitate meetings. It's a large part of what I do. That's why I know your boss, you're boyfriend, have facilitated a couple of meetings for him. Girls like you have a very special appeal to men like me, men like him. And there are many other men out there like us." I started to say something. "Don't talk, just listen." He picked up the phone, just said 'two drinks, the same.' I suddenly liked it that his staff knew what I was, what I was doing in his office.

"When your boyfriend told me about you, about how you'd just fallen by chance into his hands, I loved hearing about it. I have several like you, several sissies I use, I only use the best of the best. You play with one of my sissy girls you are with the best. And only the best men for my girls, honey, no losers allowed. They're all doctors, lawyers, judges, politicians; the men I service have much to lose. And they have much to give. And they know that I'm the best at what I do, they go no place else." 

I was being told I was about to become one of his stable. I was being told I was a whore, I was being told I was going to service men he sent to me. I felt suddenly turned on, felt my little dick stir. I liked it, a lot. I was hearing him tell me what I always knew I wanted to be.

The bell sounded at the door, like a soft door bell. He stood and opened it. An older waitress from upstairs had two drinks on a tray, she served me first, gave me a stern cold look, I looked at her and smiled. 

He took his drink as she walked passed him and out the door. He closed the door. "You're going to be one of my best ones, baby, you'll be in demand. I know that. I knew that when I saw you at the bar, watched you for a while before I came up and sat with you. My bartender said so too, said you have an ass they're all going to want."

"He knows too? He's part of this? Do I have to suck his dick too?" I was truly curious.

He laughed out loud, "No." He walked to the couch, had me stand in front of him, I felt his cold hand, cold from his drink, go up under my dress, felt him grip the waist band of my girdle, pull down my panty girdle from the front. I helped him with that, stood in front of him holding my dress up to my waist, legs spread. 

I felt his hand run over my soft dick. Saw him take the tube of k-y from the table, put some on his hand, started to rub it over my dick, he started to make me hard. "You just stand right there, honey, you let me make you feel real good." 

He started to jack me off, for a second time. I reached back and put my hands on my rear, pushed my cheeks together tight for him, hips out toward him. He made me hard quickly, I looked like a small boy in his huge hand, looked so small, I looked like I should look for this man. 

"Now listen carefully. These are the rules. You disappoint anyone I send to you, or send you to visit, do anything to disappoint my special clients, fifty strokes with that crop, you won't sit for a month." He felt me start to pull away from him, when he said that I felt panic, felt his other hand reach back as he leaned forward on the couch, cupped my rear end in his other hand. He held me in place. Felt his finger go to my hole, up between my cheeks, up and over the rubber piece that held my butt plug in place, didn't push it in, he just held me in place, tight, tip of his finger at my tiny hole. 

"That's why you had to see and feel the other side of the coin, have to know what waits for a bad girl. You make everybody happy and this little boy thing of yours gets played with. And here's the really good part. If you make me real happy, do everything the way you're supposed to do, you get to sleep in my bed, get fucked by me. Tell me you want that."

"I do want to sleep with you, Daddy, you have no idea how much. I do. Please don't ever beat me like that again, please. I'd anything you want me to do for you." 

He looked at me hard.

"The men I deal with are the best. Clean, healthy, very rich and very much motivated to only see my girls, nobody else's, family men. If I tell you to see someone, they can cum in your ass, your mouth, whatever, and you don't ever have to worry about catching anything. And you will let them do that." 

He laughed, sat forward on the edge of the couch, he could feel me respond to his hands, become addicted to his touch. "Some of my men have other unique desires. I'll let you discover that for yourself. You work for me now Precious." Felt him play with my penis, got me so hot, made me erect again, wanted to never have his hand anywhere but there.

He ran his hand over my ass as he jacked me off, fingers up and down between my cheeks, teased my tiny hole, never pushing his finger in. 

"If that ass is anything like that mouth you gonna be my special little angel." He stood. Did not let me cum, took his hand off of me as quickly as he put them on me, I know he heard me as I sighed loudly. I held my tongue.

He handed me the key to my cock harness. "You're boyfriend's upstairs. At the bar right where it all started, I'll call you, be in touch this week. Start thinking about what you are now. Don't lose focus. You're one of my girls. He fucks you when he wants to , you're still his party girl as far as that goes. If you aren't doing business for me he can have you when he wants in between. Now get dressed, honey, I have things to do." He went to his desk and sat, watched as I pulled my girdle up over my little hard on and pull my dress back down. 

I hurried to dress, to straighten myself up. When I finished, grabbed my purse from the floor, I started for his door. He walked to the door before me, opened it, he waited for me to walk out. Felt him slap my rear hard as I walked by, felt the sting of the welts he'd placed there, kept his hand on my rear for a moment, squeezed my cheeks so hard it hurt. His big hand covered my entire rear end. I liked that too.

"That butt plug was my idea. You can take that out when you get home. Think about me when you look at it." He smiled. "And I want you to jack off, let that dirty little mind run wild, bitch. If he says anything about that you tell him to talk to me." He kissed my cheek. 

I didn't say a thing, kept walking. I walked up the stairs, walked into the room with the booths, looked at the one he made me cum in, walked right by, wondered who cleaned it up. It was completely clean, spotless. Was it the girl that brought the drinks downstairs? They all knew. I knew that.

I saw the doors were opened back up, the doors leading to the main restaurant and bar, the door he had closed as he addicted me to him in that booth. 

As I walked slowly, I heard my high heels click again on the tile floor of his restaurant. I saw my boyfriend at the bar. The place was almost empty. It was late. They were putting chairs on the tables. I didn't care what any of them thought about me. I stared at one of the waitresses looking at me, stared her down, winked at her. I felt pretty, sexy, super horny, wanted to be fucked so hard that it would hurt. Wanted to have him do me right there. I knew at that moment I wanted him more than I did my boyfriend. I really wanted him.

I walked up to my boyfriend, put my arm on his back. He was the only one at the bar. Bartender looked up at me, saw me out of the corner of his eye. I winked at him too. He smiled, looked away.

My baby turned and looked at me too. I kissed him, kissed him before he could turn away. He wasn't ready for that. I didn't care. As I pushed my tongue into his mouth I pushed my hand up between his legs. 

"Take me home, Daddy. I need to get fucked." I turned and started to walk to the door. Didn't wait for him, knew he would follow me to his car.

Knew he was right behind me as I went out the door. Knew my new boyfriend was watching me on his security video downstairs in his office. I liked that.

I not only can get through this, I want to be this. All the time.



His Sissy Bitch Ch. 06



I think about it all the way home, makes me so hot I want to masturbate right there in the back seat of the cab. I can feel the wet spot on the end of my little thing, feel it against my inner thighs, feel my small baby like penis slide around tucked up under my butt, pushed down and held between my legs as we ride toward my house. I try to keep my penis tucked, hold it tight as I can, hold my legs together as close as possible so as to not let it stick out in front, can feel myself start to get hard just thinking about him. I can't wait to get home and masturbate. The driver keeps checking me out in his rear view mirror, sees me squirm on the back seat. 

I am so hot for this man, hope that he calls, hope he wants to see me tonight. I'm so hot thinking about what I do to be his number one little girl, the dirtiest little whore he has. And I love being that for him, he knows it. The man that took me away from my former boss, my ex boyfriend, the man that made me the full-time whore I am for him today. He knows I'll do the dirtiest things, he knows he can count on me please his 'special clients'. I do it for him, no questions asked. I'm lost in thoughts of him, him on top of me.

The cab ride seems like it goes on forever. All I can think about are his hands all over me, his hands that reward the things I do for him. I want to get home and prepare myself for him, I am super hot thinking about what he demands. And his personal demands are much simpler than things I do to please his clients. For him it's white 3" heels, open toe with ankle straps, lubricated and very slippery little hole, baby smooth all over with a pink frilly bow on my soft penis. That, and a lot of pink lip gloss and dark eye makeup. That's all. No hose, no corsets, just shoes and naked with a pink bow. Very erotic and so simple, my man wants nothing else, he says it highlights what I truly am, a sissy. And he says he likes instant and complete access to me. 

I remember the first time I saw him at my house, first time I saw him after he left welts on my rear end in the office of his restaurant. He came to my house two days after that. After I sucked his cock in his office, remember that too. Called me the night before his first visit to my house and told me not to go to work, said "Be home and naked and in white heels." He just said that and hung up. I called my boss, had to call in to take the day off, wanted to tell him what told was asked of me. After all, it was him that 'gave' me to this man. I felt strange having his secretary take my call, tell me I no longer worked there. I couldn't believe it, I was fired, fired by the man that had been my lover for the past year and a half. I tried to call back but she would not take my call. I was in a daze when the doorbell rung. I had not even started to dress for what I thought was to be my first date with this man, went to the door in just a robe, still thinking about not having a job, about being 'fired' without an excuse.

"I told you naked and in white heels." It was him...him and two other men with him. I was shocked. They couldn't have been older than twenty-one, there was the man that used me in his restaurant two nights ago. Him with two college boys, stepping into my house, pushing passed me at the door, I was truly shocked.

I felt dizzy, embarassed, standing in my hallway, felt myself let the robe fall off of my shoulders and then to the floor as his hand reached to my shoulder and pulled it down over my back. He almost ripped it off of me. My face turned bright red, stared at the two men that looked back at me. My front door still wide open for anyone passing by to see it all, felt him take my arm and lead me into my living room, he pulled me like a dog on a leash, his eyes moving around, looking over my house for the first time. I wobbled as he pulled me to center of the room, pushing my hand away as if he were through with me. The three of them sat. I stood naked in the center of the room, looked down at the floor.

"I like it." The first man that spoke stood. He stood. He walked to my side. I felt his hand run all over my rear end. Was being felt, inspected by a complete stranger, my face was bright red. I knew not to speak. I felt my nakedness, felt that completely vulnerable feeling I love and hate at the same time. And I felt him leer at me, felt him move up to the side of my face, felt his menacing smile, like a spoiled college boy. Felt him reach down with his other hand and flick my little penis. It hurt, stung, I yelped and jumped back. He laughed. He reached for it, grabbed it and pulled me back forward, held it so tight it hurt. He hand looked huge on me.

"I told you it was small, like a baby. And this bitch has a mouth you won't believe." My man sat and watched, turned to the other seated young man as he said that, smiled back at me. 

That's how it happened. That was the first time I saw the man I am now addicted to, the man I will do anything for, first time I saw him in my house, first time I truly realized what I was, what he would make me into.

The man standing next to me said, "We'll see about that mouth later. I want to fuck this bitch first." That's when I felt him release my penis and take my wrist. He twisted it and pulled down hard.

It happened so fast. It was like a dream. Felt the man next to me put his other hand on my back, run it down to my rear, felt him pat my butt gently as he pulled me to the floor, heard him say, "Get on the floor, face down on your knees, butt up and out, let's go. Show me that ass." 

He slapped my right cheek so hard he almost knocked me over as I was half way down to the floor. He told me to reach back and spread my cheeks. Not asked, ordered, "Push that ass up, bitch! Spread it, show me that hole, now!" I did it, just did it, could not do anything else. 

Face down to the floor, knees up under me, back arched with my butt up high, I reached back with both hands and spread my cheeks so wide it hurt. The two seated men watched as the man behind me quickly took down his pants and knelt behind me. Naked on my living room floor, three men in my house, two watching as I was being fucked. I was in shock. They watched as he fucked me fast and deliberate, watched as I whimpered and struggled to hold my cheeks apart for him. 

He was the first.

They two younger men took turns. One after the other, they used me. And as soon as one man finished the next took his place behind me. My boyfriend sat and watched, just watched passively. I remember looking up at my new boyfriend, seeing him look down at me, just staring back coldly as he watched his two young studs 'break me' as he put it later. Still had the five sharp red welts on my rear from his riding crop and my visit to his restaurant two nights ago. I could feel the still stinging red stripes on my baby soft cheeks as the young men slapped up against me from behind. The look on his face, he was enjoying this, and he was clearly in control. I saw that this was pure business to him, saw that for the first time, saw his 'business look'. I was being taught. He was teaching me, showing me what I was going to become for him. 

When the first man fucking came in me, the second stood and took his pants down, stepped out of them taking them off over his shoes, just took his pants off and went to the side of me. He knelt and took my head, pushed his semi erect cock into my mouth so hard I choked. He was large enough to push it into my throat, even semi erect. I felt him grow hard instantly. I couldn't help myself, started choking, I had tears in my eyes, he held my head in place kept using me to get rock hard. 

When the man behind me came he pulled out of my rear fast. Pulled out so fast it hurt, I heard myself yelp as I felt the other man's cock yanked out of my mouth. And then he moved to my rear, changing positions with the man behind me. And so it went. The two of them switching position, taking turns using my mouth and rear end, they said nothing. There was complete silence in the room except for the sound of them moving in and out of my rear, that and my whimpering chocked sounds as they used my mouth to made themselves hard again. My man sat and watched, said nothing, just sat smiling down at me.

10am, Monday morning, fucked five times on my living room floor, mouth used until it was numb. Cum and the taste of my rear all over my face, tears down my cheeks, I was a mess. And I was to find out later that I would do this very 'act' with these same two men for a couple of my new boyfriend's 'very special' clients. How far I'd come in just over a year of being secret sissy slut for my now ex-boss.

When they finished with me, the last young man moved to the side of me, wiped his cock clean on the side of my cheek and hair. Then he did something I hated. He took my jaw with his thumb and index finger, squeezed my face so tight it hurt, made my lips stick straight out. He took his cock in his other hand and just rubbed the end of it all around my extended lips. Looked down at me and laughed, rubbed it back and forth across my lips. "Good boy."

He did that before pushing my face away roughly. Then he stood. They both stood over me, looking down at me as they put their pants back on. My boyfriend finally spoke, heard him say, "Good job." I saw him take out a roll of money, gave them each something as he stood and walked them to my door.

As the door closed and he came back into my living room I heard myself say "Do they work for you too?" My eyes were closed, my face to the floor still, afraid to look up. I was shaking, crying softly. My rear was numb, have never felt so used, so sore. I was covered in cum, rear open wide, dripping cum running out of my little hole and down my leg into a puddle on the floor. I looked back between my legs, opened my eyes, saw it all over my carpet between my knees. I was frozen in that position. 

One man came in me twice, the other three times. 

"Yes. They do." I looked up at him, he was next to me. "Think of them as summer help." He laughed, felt him reach down and pat my head, ran his fingers down the curve of my back. Gave me chills when he did that, "I want you to go upstairs, want you to clean up, get that little ass sweet and clean and cute. Clean up real good for me. I want you in pretty white heels, that's all. I told you that on the phone, I'm disappointed you weren't dressed for me when I arrived." He slapped my ass. "Let's see how fast you can make yourself presentable. Go ahead, baby." He watched as I stood. I said nothing.

"You did real good today, made Daddy real happy." He sat on the couch. "Your former employer was right, so was the one that just ran his dick around your mouth, you are a good boy." 

I hurried upstairs as he said that, felt his eyes on me, felt him watch my very wet and sore rear end walk up the stairs. I felt my cheeks slip and slide against each other as I moved. Felt the abuse done to my tight little hole, felt it burn, felt it stretched wider than it had ever been stretched before.

When I came down stairs he was waiting for me, smiling. He was pleased. Shiny white high heel shoes, I was a submissive little sissy in girly shoes and in way too much pink lip gloss. And something special I thought he'd like, I put a pink ribbon tied in a bow on my penis, made it stand out showing off how small it is. Did it the way I did it for my ex boyfriend, knew he'd like that. Showed him that for the first time, it's now one of his favorite looks for my little thing. I also had on deep black eye makeup. I was out of shock, back into total whore mode. I liked what I was becoming, liked it a lot. I was dressed the right way.

He liked what he saw, saw him sit forward on the couch as I walked toward him. "The ribbon, yes! I love it, from now you keep that, want that on that thing always when I come to see you. I like it."

I went to him, sat on his lap, felt him pull me down onto his lap by my arm. I could feel his huge erection through his pants. "I like the way you look, and I like you open and ready. You can do that girl feminine dress thing for the boys. For me, you're a sissy. Naked and slippery, do you understand?"

"Oh yes, Daddy." I rubbed my rear against his hard on., wiggled on his lap. I put my arm around his neck.

That's when I felt him push me off of his lap and onto my back on the couch. "And with the ribbon, perfect!" I felt his hand cup my balls and penis.

He just took me. He took me on the couch, just fucked me. Never like that before, ever, it was never like that with my ex boyfriend. This man felt special. That's when I felt him fuck me for the first time, felt like the first time any man had fucked me, ever.

He kissed me too, petted me, made me crazy for him, made me feel like I wanted to be no place but underneath him as he lay on top of me on the couch. All I wanted was to wrap myself around this real man, be his. I wanted to be owned by him. 

Pressed up against him as he started to get completely naked, felt him slip out of his clothes and push them to the floor, felt him hurry to take down his underwear, kick them off, felt his huge erect thick and real-man cock in my hand as I guided him to my hole. Raised my rear up for him, I offered myself to him as he kissed me hard. Felt him on top of me, his tongue down my throat, felt his huge erection move up and into my rear end, felt my legs wrapped around his back, his strong, large hands all over my rear, up over my nipples, felt myself being held down tight underneath him as he started to fuck, really fuck me. Even though I'd just been used he felt huge in my rear. I loved that.

After he came in me he stayed on top of me, told all the things I wanted to hear, petted my face, semi erect cock still in me, squeezed it tight with my rear end. Told me I was his 'special girl' now, had big plans for me, kissed my ear, played with my hair, drove me crazy, crazy, crazy. He French kissed me until he made himself hard again. The he did it again. Fucked me so long and so slow, long full strokes that seemed to go on forever. I was his to do with as he pleased.

When he came the second time he pulled out and did it in my hand. Whispered in my ear, "Take me in your hand, baby. I want to cum in your hand." He drove me crazy when he said that. Felt so good to stroke his beautiful cock as he slid in and out of my hand and came all over my stomach. 

When I glanced over at the clock, dizzy, hazy, hypnotized, I noticed it was 2pm, he'd been on top of me close to two hours. He laughed again, saw me looking at the clock, looked down at me, his cum all over my stomach and running down my between my legs and over the side of my stomach onto the couch, heard him say, "My special little girl." 

I just laid there as he got up and got dressed, watched him put his clothes on. Used my robe to wipe himself clean, didn't use my mouth like my ex used to. I liked that too. 

I was gone, lost. Felt drunk as he walked to the couch. Felt him reach down and take my penis in his hand. I was hard, as hard as I could be. He smiled. "Cute little thing, small even when you're excited. So cute, baby, shame I don't have time to make you cum. I'll reward my little sissy next time. I have to go. But I'll give my special girl a little tease." 

I started to breathe deep as he ran my penis in and out of his hand, tiny little ring made with his thumb and first finger, he knew how to drive me completely crazy, wanted to cum for him so bad. He watched as he teased the head of it, wet spot all over his fingers. I saw that business look come back over his face. 

That's when he told me I was to never wear male clothing again. I was to start moving toward complete fem dress and behavior, was to never be seen as anything other than the sissy girl I am now. Just said it straight out as he manipulated my little thing like it had never been done before. Told me to get rid of every piece of male clothing I had. I told him I would, told him I would do anything for him. He watched as he addicted me completely to his hand, watched me breathe deep and writhe on the couch before him. I was naked in front of him, his cum dripping out of me onto the couch, felt it warm and slippery under my rear as I ground my hips, tried to push back against his hand.

His phone rang. He stared at me and then saw him take out his cell phone with his other hand as it rang, he checked the number of whomever was on the other end of the call. That's when I saw him slip away, saw his business look come fully back. He took his hand off of me, wiped his fingers on my leg.

I know that business look now. Know it well. He ignored me as I whimpered as he let my penis go. He moved to the door. 

"I'll call you later. I have to go. Don't worry about not having a job. You have a job, a full time job. You work for me know. It's going to be better than before." He said that as he was on his way out the door, closed the door behind him.

When he said that I felt my jaw drop, I was shocked back to reality, could not speak, just watched as he walked out of my house. It was like a dream, all of it. Felt his cum on me, saw the puddle of cum on my living room floor where I had been put into position, put on display and used by his 'employees'. Felt my tiny hole start to throb, felt painful and sore as reality started to set in. 

I rose. Went upstairs and started gathering my male clothing, started putting them in a pile to discarded, thought about how much he'd be pleased that I did that so fast. I struggled to not touch myself while I did, had a constant little sissy erection as I cleaned out all my closets and drawers hints of my male past.

That was the first time with him, first time actually being fucked by him. That was when I became truly obsessively addicted to him. Fell in love, so to speak. That was the first time.

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I'm wearing one of several of my 'professional woman' business suits. Dark blue dress, crisp white blouse under it, very expensive black hose, I look like any female executive on her way to a business meeting. I wear a wide brim sexy yet professional looking hat and wide fishnet vale over my perfectly made up face, just covers the eyes, looks like a mourning vale but kinky, very hot! The only thing that takes away from my professional business-woman-meets-mourner persona would be the shoes. The Ferragamo 4" spike heel shoes not only scream 'fuck me' they make me quite tall. But it doesn't matter, it's what they want me to wear on my visits to see the old man. They insist that when I visit their penthouse the doorman and all in the building must see me as a professional woman, not a slut. Any deviance from the 'look' and I get reported. I can still hear his nurse. She scolded me on my first visit to see the old man, told me she knew what my boyfriend "does to disobedient whores". I can still hear her say that, made me cringe, and that she'd have "no problem turning me in" if I broke even one of her rules. I don't break any rules. I've been the perfect gift for the old man. And that's just what I am to him, 'a gift'.

As we ride along I think about today's visit. I see the old man twice a month. His nurse says she's concerned about his heart and that I get him very excited. That makes me smile when I think about it. She's the one that arranged my visits. I like doing my part to give him pleasure. His heart is just fine. And I know my little ass makes him happy. I like that too.

Don't know his age but he's got to be in his mid to late '80s. He's confined to bed but that doesn't stop him from enjoying me. He even gets to touch me when she allows him to do that. I actually like that, makes him feel good.

When I arrive at their door his doorman walks me to the elevator, takes me right up to the penthouse. She's always there as soon as I arrive. She scares me and she knows that too. She plainly likes that part. She's never friendly and I avoid conversation with her, just arrive, do as the old man likes, leave and avoid her icey stare as fast as possible. 




His Sissy Bitch Ch. 06



She always inspects me before she takes me to his room, comments on my outfit and makeup. Overall she's pleased but she likes to rub it in that she can have me whipped by my boyfriend anytime she wants too.

As soon as I get to his bedroom I forget about her...

"Hello, baby. Did you miss me, did you?" I coo to him, talk real sissy like, flirt with him as I close his bedroom door behind me. Leave the evil nurse bitch outside, he always enjoys my entrance. He not only loves sissy 'girls' like me, he adores a 'girl' with, as his nurse puts it, "no dick to speak of".

He never says anything, just smiles. He can talk but doesn't, he just looks. That's how it always starts. I then take my time taking off my business attire, doing the 'little good girl to naughty girl' strip tease he craves. I slip out of my power meeting business dress, hang it neatly over a chair next to his bed. 

I don't dance for him but it's almost like that. I tease, push my rear out to him, expose my little dick from behind, push it down and back out toward him from up between my legs. I show it to him from behind like he likes, he asked for that. I also show him my little hole, run my finger tips over it, tease, tease, tease, as I bend over and move me rear in sexy little circles for him. I never wear panties when I go see him, not his thing. He wants to see it all, it's a big part of what he likes, seeing everything the sissy girl in front him has to offer. I was specifically told to never wear panties or under things, ever. Stockings only, I do that. 

He never gets hard, just sort of soft and 'less limp' than he usually is. She always has his covers pulled back before I enter his room, she exposes his naked and shriveled cock, covers pulled down just above his knees. I know she loves that too, make me look at what he is.

I wear the same thing for him every time, under my dress it's always the same sexy outfit. I wear seamed stockings with a garter belt, heels, hat with vale, black wig, HAS to be black hair, bright red lipstick, and a lace bustier-like short corset that pulls my waist in very tight. All black, he likes black. He never takes more than half an hour, that's all he gets. She always comes in and tells me when it's time to go. I don't watch the clock. 

I pose as sexy as I can, get him thinking. That's the real 'service' I perform for him. She then comes in and does the rest. Rubber gloves and k-y jelly on the table next to his bed. She usually starts as I'm finished dressing and let's me show myself out. I've seen her start to give him his handjob, the one he gets after my visits, but never seen him finish. Don't know if he can. And even though I know he wants me to do it for him, she forbids it. I've thought about that. Does he cum? Does he get hard? Does she do that for him when I'm not there to pose for him first? I'm not allowed to ask such questions. I just do what my man told me to do, visit this 'very special' client.

He's one of my easy clients, the easiest of them all. All I have to do is pose for him. Show myself to him, let him watch. That's all he can do anyway, that's what it's all about for him. I pose for him in his penthouse bedroom, over looking the city from 42nd floor. It's a great view!

She came in as usual, told me it was time to leave, she started to put on the rubber gloves as I slipped back into my dress. She told him she'd be right back to "make him feel real good" and then walked out of his bedroom with me. Today she walked me to the door. That bothered me.

She stood at the door and as I started to reach for the handle, she put her gloved hand on it. Then her other hand grabbed and squeezed my wrist. "You know I don't like you, don't you." She glared at me. I started to speak. She cut me off.

"It's not you, it's what you are. I don't like faggots. I haven't liked any of the trash he's had sent here. I do what he wants me to do, it's for him, his family is my employer and this job pays too well to fuck it up. He's very rich, you know. If they find out about you, you'll be the one that pays. Not me." 

I knew that, she was saying nothing I didn't know already.

"If his children knew about any of this they would have me fired. I do this because the old queer makes me do it." She glares at me, dark and menacing eyes narrow. "If you ever fuck this up you'll not only be in trouble with that boyfriend of yours that sends you here, you'll be in trouble with me too. The old man likes you, likes you a lot. He likes you better than the others. Keep it that way. He'll see you again next week." 

She turned the handle on the door, pulled it open. "Do you and I have an understanding?"

"Yes mam." I looked back at her. Before I could speak, tell her I would never do anything to displease my boyfriend, her, the old man she cut me off.

"Get out." She watched as I left and walked to the elevator. 

In the cab on the way home I think about how I want to get fucked by my baby so bad that it hurts! Can't wait to get home, masturbate, cum all over myself, think about seeing him, hopefully tonight. I feel my wet spot touch the back of dress again, feel the head of my semi erect little penis rub against the back of skirt from the inside. It's a very wet spot by the time we get to my house. I know I'm going to have a wet spot on the back of my skirt as I get out of the cab. Good thing it's a very dark blue dress.

The driver looks at me in the mirror, I smile and wink at him. He looks away. I think to myself I could have him if I wanted to. See him look back at me again. This time I look away.

When we get to my house I don't bother to pay or tip him, that's always taken care of before I get in or get out of his cab. He takes me there, he waits, he takes me home. We never speak.

As I walk up to my house I can feel his eyes on my rear end, feel him watch me. I hurry inside, close the door and hurry even faster out of my dress. I masturbate twice before I call my man. 

Once standing in front of the hall mirror admiring the slut I am, and then again after shaving myself in the shower getting ready to see him. He doesn't make me wear the chastity tube like my first lover did. I like that a lot. 

In fact the only time I see my first lover now is when I see him as just another guest at my baby's club. Don't have to go to his office anymore, don't have to dress as a man anymore, I don't have to play that stupid game. 

And I like that too.



His Sissy Bitch Ch. 07



He makes sure they all get a good look at my rear end. He pinned my skirt up in the back, large safety pin holds my skirt up at the top. It's a large baby diaper safety pin, one that women used in the 1950s, pink plastic shows at the top. Kind of cute, the pink plastic matches my ear rings. I could just take my skirt off but he says it's way sexier this way, says it's dirtier. It is. Looks much sluttier to have my rear end exposed like this, more inviting, and that's what these parties are all about. It's all about making the boys hard, for us sissy 'girls'.

I can feel the cool air conditioning on my naked and exposed baby smooth and baby soft cheeks as I walk across the room. And I definitely feel all their eyes on me too. Several men in this room are watching me, I have the undivided attention of most of them. Even though many of them are with other sissy 'girls' they still look at me, as I walk I can see them watch me, feel their eyes from behind, feel their eyes focused on my behind. 

And I do love that. There are many sissy girls here tonight but I'm the one most of them are looking at. I've been with several of these men, the ones watching me now, know what they're like and they know what I have to offer. But they also know that to get me, to be able to play with my little rear end, they have to clear that with my boyfriend. I'm his girl. He says who I play with and who I don't. They know that too.

I'm wearing pink pointed toe ankle boots, 3" spike heels, my favorite 'fuck me' shoes. I'm wearing white sheer thigh high stockings with tiny white bows at the lacey tops of each thigh, very fem. My ruffled skirt is barely long enough to cover my rear end anyway, and then he pinned it up like it is in the back. That pulled the front of my skirt up against my tiny penis, exposes the pink ribbon tied in a bow around it. The sissy-like ribbon is up behind my little balls, tied up tight. The ribbon pushes my penis up and makes it stick out in front, shows off even more how boy-like and small I am. 

I can feel that too as I walk. It's too tight but he tied it on me, it's how he wants it, I would never complain. Skirt matches my top, pink ruffled off the shoulder blouse, very sexy and sheer, very girly. My blouse exposes my fem like shoulders and neck. You can see my nipples through it. My extra large pink hoop plastic ear rings barely touch my shoulders. I feel those too as I walk across the room. Very sexy, indeed. I have my long blonde hair fixed little-girl like in pony tails on each side of my head held by pink bows, makes me look like a teenager. 1960s-ish slutty cheerleader type, very hot and very much pleasing the real men here tonight, they watch me as I walk. 

And that's what it's all about. And as he likes me, I wear way too much eye makeup, set it off with extreme shiny pink lip gloss, deep pink lip liner. I am his to show off. I'm not wearing any panties. He likes that too, likes the instant access to me from behind, likes the boys to be able have instant access too. That is if he sends me to them.

When he brought me into the room I looked at the booth he first took me in. I always look there when we come here. This is the room I first had sex with him in, the back room of his restaurant. 

I get hot thinking about the first time on his lap, first time I felt his wonderful huge dick underneath me, felt his hands on me, felt his big strong hands all over me, the time he made me cum with his hand in that booth. Gets me so hot to think about that, I can feel my little penis start to stir as I look toward that booth. Three men I have never seen before sit there now, they are playing with another sissy bitch, can see her head bob up and down as she sucks one of them, another man is kneeling behind her fucking her ass. She's naked, her clothes tossed on the floor in a bunch next to the standing man's feet. The table is pushed out away from the booth, she struggles to please, I can tell. You can see it all. 

A third man holds her by a leash attached to a metal collar she wears. He's yelling at her, calling her names, threatening to beat her, can hear him say over the blaring music as I walk by, 'Fuck this up bitch and I'll beat your ass right here in front of everybody! Work that mouth!' 

From what I can tell she's doing a very good job of servicing the men in the booth. I don't look at him. I know him, he's her owner, and he's mean. I look away as I pass the booth. I don't like him, hope my man never sends me to him. He has three 'girls' that he brings to these parties, has only this one with him tonight. Makes me think 'what has he done with the other two', I hurry past them. He looks at me as I do. He smiles that menacing smile of his and winks at me. I hurry on across the room.

It's one of my boyfriend's 'special night' parties. One of my baby's regular monthly sex parties and it's what I do for him now full-time, this and private sessions for his clients. I'm not only his hostess I'm one of his main attractions. I'm the one that does his special clients. All his guests are hand picked gentlemen and the clients I get sent to are the most hand picked of them all. All doctors, lawyers, judges, politicians, men with much to give. And men with much to lose, everybody here is as safe as safe gets. They live for nights like this. Most of them are married, family men, bored and in need of a whore to do all things their wives won't. Me and the rest of the 'girls', we'll do that for them. And they get to see all of us not only dressed to please but see us do our dirty little tricks. We are on display. They get to watch and choose from all of us, and all in complete secrecy and security. The can do anything they like with us at these parties. My boyfriend watches close, makes sure we are all safe as we make the boys happy.

I look to a booth ahead of me and see my ex-boss sitting there. The man that introduced me to all of this, the man that brought me out of the closet so to speak, he's watching me as I walk toward the back of the room. He's staring at me. He has his new 'girl' with him, looks like the bitch is just barely 18 years old. I feel a wave of strong jealousy but it passes as quickly as it came over me. 

She's beautiful, makes me feel a twinge of competitive edge. She's hot to say the least. As I walk passed his table I feel his hand brush across my rear, I stop and look at him, smile. Feel his fingers brush up the crack or my ass, I know the rules, want to keep walking but can't. If a man in this room expresses interest in any of the girls in this room, even me, they have to go with it. They know they have to talk with my boyfriend first for anything else as far as I'm concerned but they can touch. And my ex, now feeling my rear end, can have me if likes. My boyfriend worked that out with him shortly after I was given to him. I know that if he wants me right here I have to do it. Anything he wants.

I flirt with him, go with his hand on my ass. To not go with it leads to the riding crop. No girl here wants that. I've seen it happen. Have never had it happen to me, except for the time my boyfriend showed what just five strokes are like. Vicious whipping, fifty strokes with the crop, then put in the basement for the rest of the night gagged and bound in front of a mirror, left to cry and think about being a better little girl next time at the party. I've seen it happen to two girls. 

I let my ex-boyfriend run his hand all over my rear, push myself back against it. "Do you miss me?" He says as he runs his hand up over my right cheek, caresses it, feel his fingers go up into my crack, so slightly. I feel the goose bumps rise.

"Yes. You know I do." I look at his sissy girl, she looks away and smiles. "I'd like it if you'd call next week, would like to see you again, baby." 

I look into his eyes. I would like to see him again, it's been over three months. "I can suck your dick better than she can." I look to his girl, stare at the little bitch. She won't look at me.

"You're where you belong." He pats my rear, goes back toward his girl, can hear her giggle as he runs his hand up her leg. I see her dress rise up over his hand, see her little erection, see his hand go to it. I look away. I walk on toward the back of the room. I know he's through with me for the evening, is with her now.

I see my boyfriend smiling at me from the bar, he is talking with another man but he's looking at me, watching. I blow him a kiss. Pleasing him is what I'm all about. He knows I'll do anything for him. I have. Fucked him and several of his clients in every way imaginable, have done gang bangs, photo shoots, I am his consummate little whore. I'm the one he comes to see most often, the one he 'takes home' at the end of the night too. Forbids me to have any other boyfriend other than him, I'm his special one. I work hard to keep that status.

I look back at him at the bar as I walk to the man that he sent me to. He motions with his hand, motions for me to keep walking, go to the man he's sending me to. I start to the back of the room

All I can think about is the cool air on my exposed rear, showing off my girly bubble butt. That, and what my boyfriend said moments ago. Hear his words in my head as I walk, "See the guy in the back, blue suit? He's new. He needs you to make him feel at home. And he's shy, bashful, you be the good girl I know you can be. Make him feel at home, baby. I want you to be completely with him tonight if wants, you belong to him all night, whatever he wants. You know how to do that. Want him to want to come back, you make him a regular." 

He said that as we were standing at the bar. I had his dick in my hand, was rubbing him through his pants. I was ready to kiss him when he said that. He didn't care, was thinking about his soon-to-be regular client. That's the way it is with my boyfriend. Sent me off to another man as I was trying to be with him, that's when he told me to take the safety pin out of my purse. I keep it there for him, felt him pin my skirt up and expose my butt as others watched.

I feel my skirt move across the head of my little dick, teasing it, little thing sticking straight out against it. I feel that as I walk to the man smiling at me in the booth next to the back door. Cool air on my cheeks, feel the goose bumps rise on my rear end, slightly

"Hello baby." I smile as I look down at him. He's sitting all alone with a full view of the large room. He's very good looking, has the real-man look. I can tell he's nervous, see his face flush slightly. 

"Come here often? What's your sign?" I smile at him, laugh as I wiggle into the booth next to him. 

"I've never done this before." He looks around to see if he's being stared at, wathed, I can feel his apprehension. As I move up next to him, I don't wait to be asked, just sit up close, feel the cool leather on my naked rear as I slide across the booth to him. He's real cute. I like this guy.

"Listen, don't be shy. It's okay. Nobody here's going to do anything to hurt you, if anyone should be worried or nervous it should be me. Big strong man like you, little sissy like me, if I don't please you I get into trouble." I put my hand on his leg. "You like what you see, like the way I look tonight?" I smile at him, try to make him comfortable. "I want you to like me, like me real good, baby." I run my hand up his inner thigh, feel his muscled leg through his pants. I actually want this man. He has my sincere interest, he's way cute!

As soon as I said that I felt his hand on the back of mine, he held it tight against his leg. " I love the way you look. It's better than I thought it would be. He told me I'd like you." He moved my hand up his leg, could feel his semi-erect cock in his pants. "I've been watching you since I sat down here. You're as hot as the pictures I saw of you." 

"I like that." I ran my hand over his semi hard on. And I did something I've never done before. With my other hand I grabbed his wedding ring, held his hand and it between my fingers. "And when you go home and she does what I'm going to do for you right now, it's me you'll be thinking about." I leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek, felt his cock go completely hard, rock hard. 

"You like my little ass, like seeing it with my skirt pulled up, baby? I did that just for you. Did you get a good look? If not I can stand and show you." I whispered in his ear soft, talking so soft, purring up close to him, ran my hand over his cock, traced the outline of it through his pants. 

He was big! I was even more impressed. I slid his zipper down slow, teased him with that. I felt his hand go down my back and onto my rear end. I slipped my hand into his pants. I definetly liked this man, wanted him in my mouth! 

"Touch it, Daddy. It's yours to play with all night long." I felt his hand, just one large hand cover my entire rear. Felt him feel me up for the first time, he was good! Felt him feel my ass like I like it done, he made me feel like he could pick me up out of the booth like that, lift me by my rear. He was like my boyfriend, the first time he took me, large strong hands. Felt him squeeze and massage my rear end, he was over his nervousness. 

I went to work. I slipped his cock out of his pants through his fly hole, pulled his underwear down at the top. I pulled it out without unbuckling his belt or taking down his pants. I smiled at him as I did that, stroked it with my hand, ran my fingers over the head, across the hole of it, I kissed his cheek one more time. I felt his erection throb in my hand, leaned forward and just before I put my head down I looked up at him. I felt his finger toy with my little hole. I flipped my hair to the side. 

"I'm gonna be a real bad girl, do what bad girls do best. I'm gonna be your bad girl, Daddy." 

I leaned forward and pushed him into my mouth, let my lips run over the head slowly as I took him all the way in. I could feel him shudder, hear him moan as I felt his cock go into my throat. I held him straight up with my hand at the base of it, pushed my hand down against his pants tight to hold it up and out. I started to suck him, jack him off with my mouth, full length strokes. 

I could barely hear the music, the other sissy girls doing things for the men they were with in this room, they all disappeared. It was just me and this man. All I concentrated on was him. And I was determined to make him concentrate on only me. I felt his hands all over me as I sucked him for the first time. I liked the way he felt, strong muscular real man, loved the way he tasted. Then I concentrated on making him cum, just ran my mouth over the head of it, do the little trick that my boyfriend loves so much. I hold the head in place, tongue tight up against the underside, up over the hole. I hold the top of it up against the top of my mouth, pump fast and suck hard. They can't resist, they all cum quick when I do that. 

When he came in my mouth he whimpered, sounded like a little boy. He came strong, both in my mouth and on my chin, on the side of my face too. Pumped him until I felt him start to o soft in my mouth, I felt his deep breathing, I thought that like most he'd be through with me as the calmed down. 

When a man cums he usually is ready to go, this one surprised me. When he finished I felt his hand stroke the back of my hair, heard him moan softly, very gentle. He was petting me.

I sat up next to him, got up real close again. Still had the taste of his cum all over the inside of my mouth. Was an inch from his face, looked at him and said, "I know you liked that, baby." 

I moved slightly away from him, aloof, expected him to maybe start to leave. I took my purse from the table, took out my mirror and lip gloss and liner. His semi erect cock was still hanging outside of his pants, saw him reach down and put it back inside quickly. 

I looked at myself in the mirror, took a tissue out of my purse and wiped my mouth and chin. Started to fix my lips, redo my lip gloss. "Did I do a good job for you?" I expected him to be polite, start making an excuse to slip away, to leave. "You sure made a mess of me."

"I love, not like, love. And I want more." Felt him put his arm around my shoulder as I leaned forward toward the table, he ran his hand up over my side, up under my arm. I felt him rub my nipple through my blouse. He pulled me up tight to him, he was feeling me up!

"I'm pretty good at that, aren't I?" I laughed, kept looking into the mirror teasing him with my lip gloss application. "Well?" I looked at him.

"Well what? He smiled, felt him pinch my nipple, rub it with his finger and thumb. Felt his other hand go to my penis, I felt him start to play with me. 

"Was I right? You gonna think of me when she does that to you?" I reached down and patted his wedding ring. He laughed out loud, felt my little dick start to get hard.

"Oh, Daddy, ooooo, you trying to distract me, because you are...", I moaned, he was GOOD at that!, "I'm the one that's supposed to be doing that for you...uhhh, oooo..."

He moved up next to me, covered me with the bigness of him, very large and muscular man. He leaned over me, this large man loomed over me. "I want to fuck you." 

I felt him tug at the pink ribbon tied around my balls. He started to masturbate me real slow. "Not here, in a bed. I want to fuck you for real, want you to know what that's like." He slid his hand down off of my nipple, ran it up under my rear end, lifted me off the seat of the booth slightly, felt his finger go up into my hole as I sat back down onto his hand. His other hand stroking me so slow, so sexy, I was his. Felt like a little boy in his big hand, or even a littler girl.

"You want me to think of you when my wife sucks my dick? I want you to think of me when he fucks your ass." He looked down at my boyfriend, at the bar. He felt me pull slightly away from him when he said that. I felt his strong hands hold me in place, tease my little dick.

"I want to take you out, see you dress just for me, then take you to a hotel, see you in very sexy lingerie, just for me, take your little ass to bed and fuck you, maybe all night long. We'll see." I looked up at him, I was breathing so deep I almost couldn't talk. He had my attention, made me dizzy.

"Dress in public, dress in the bedroom, my private mistress, I want a bitch like you. I knew that when he showed your pictures." I was stammering, felt overwhelmed. 

"You can do that here, baby...I'll do anything for you, ooooo,", his hand was all over my little penis, driving me wild..."you want to, you can do me right now, baby...ohhhh...want me to get up on your cock, I'll do that...oooo, I'll do that...uhhhh..." He was making me crazy.

"I don't want you here. I want you in a bed, just you and me." He was running his finger around inside my rear end, making me squirm, felt his finger probing deep inside me, fingering me from underneath my rear while I was sitting on his hand. 

"You tell your boyfriend. I know I have to set that up through him. I know how this all works. You want me, don't you?" He squeezed my penis. It was hard, sissy-like little dick sticking straight up for this man. 

"Daddy, I want that. You have no idea." That's when he started pumping to make me cum. He pushed his finger up deep into me, held it there, his hand gripping my butt from underneath. He was in control. He was doing that thing that only a real man can do to me. He was making me his.

I came all over his hand, came all over my thighs, saw him staring down at me as I did. He was staring at me, watching my face. For some reason I felt my face turn bright red, felt guilty, felt embarrassed. 

He wiped his hand on the front of my blouse, down on the top of my skirt. My cum was all over the place and he made sure it was all over me. He raised his hand to my mouth as I pushed my head against his chest. I started to lick his hand clean. I could feel his smile, hear it through it in his words, so gently he said, "That's it."




His Sissy Bitch Ch. 07



When I finished he sat back in the booth. Felt him pull his finger out of me, I hurried to move my rear up for him, accommodate him as he pulled his hand out from underneath me. I felt the warm leather of the booth where the back of his hand had been. I was his. I leaned over, felt my face turn bright red again as I kissed his cheek.

I hurried to fix my makeup, clean myself up as best I could. I felt embarrassed, shy around him, hurried to not only do my makeup but to look away from him. Felt awkward all of a sudden, he knew it. 

"I know he owns you, I don't care about that. I want you one night a week. Not like here in this bar orgy, you'll be mine one night a week. I need a regular sophisticated mistress type sissy girl, one that knows how to do it right. I've been looking for one like you. You have the look." He stared at me. "And trust me, you'll be looking forward to that night, probably beg for a second night. Maybe I'll do that for you." 

He laughed as he put his arm around my shoulder, pulled me up to him, took my chin in his hand, turned me toward him. He French kissed me. Kissed me deep, kissed me a long time, made me hot, felt my penis stir again under my skirt. Then he looked into my eyes. "I'm going to fuck you better than he does."

I was so dizzy, didn't even think about him pulling up and out of the booth, just stared back into my makeup mirror. It was a blur. My head was swimming. Then I looked up at him. He was standing looking down at me. He just stared into my eyes, he knew he'd made me want him even more than I did right there. I was sitting there looking up at him he started putting his coat on. I couldn't speak.

"You tell him to contact me, you're mine once a week, all night long. You set that up. Do it now, go to him." 

He turned and walked to the front of the room, watched him just leave the bar, didn't even say anything to my boyfriend. 

I saw my boyfriend watch him leave, looked at him and then back at me, saw a look on his face from all the way across the bar like, 'What the fuck?' I hurried out of the booth, hurried up to him.

"Did you make him mad, upset him? Did he leave because of you, bitch?" I felt him take hold on my arm as soon as I went to him. He took my arm so tight it hurt, shook me, made me cry out. He pulled me up on my toes.

"No, baby, no. He wants me again, he wants me to be a regular thing, his mistress." I felt a tear in my eye. "He said for me to tell you that, for you to make it happen. Please don't be mad. I pleased him, I did, Daddy. He wants me again, wants me once a week to start." I lowered my eyes to the floor. "Please don't be upset, he wants me again."

Felt my boyfriend loosen his grip on my arm, he glanced to the door and then back to me. "Well fuck me, if that's what the man wants then that's what the man gets." He turned back to the bar, sipped his drink. "Did he say which night he wants you?" He laughed out loud.

"No." I looked at him in the mirror behind the bar, put my hand on his shoulder. He looked at the cum all over the front of my blouse.

He smiled at me in the mirror. "You did good. If he's through with you than there others that you can play with, go clean yourself up. Take that skirt and blouse all the way off, you're a mess. Let's let them all see what you have to give. You pick out one of those guys over there. There are three that asked about you, the two on the wall over there and the one near the door." I could see them looking at me in the mirror. "I told them you'd see them another night. But it looks like you're free for the rest of the evening." 

He looked at me. "You did good, baby." He ran his hand down my back, over my ass. He patted my rear. "You did better than good. I thought you pissed him off, the way he walked out of here. Wants this hot little ass for a regular night, we can make that happen." I felt him squeeze my rear, brought me up on my toes. "You know you're my favorite."

Then I felt his hand move off of me, felt him slap my ass so hard it brought me up on my toes. "Go. Don't keep the boys waiting. I know how much you like to do the dirty things you do for them." 

I started for the ladies room, got hot thinking about what would soon be a new man in my life. A client yes, but a real man too. What would he be like? All I could think about as I fixed myself up was him. I was his, knew that when I was with him in the booth. 

I ignored the other sissy girls in the ladies room. I didn't talk to any of them. I took off my skirt and blouse, washed the cum off of myself, redid my makeup and touched up my hair. I could see the other little bitches looking at me in the mirror. I retied the pink ribbon, tied it in large bow up around my baby like penis and balls, did it while they watched. I lubricated my already very slippery rear end. I was ready to go back to work. 

I came out into the ladies room in just my pink spike heel ankle boots and stockings, totally naked except for them, The party was raging, music loud, men doing what men do in places like this. I was aware of everybody in the room now. All the other sissy girls doing their dirty tricks, saw it all as I walked to the two men against the wall. 

Turned and smiled, winked at the one seated alone, motioned with my finger for him to join us as I went to the booth. I sat on the lap of the man closest to the front, put my arm around his neck. 

"Which one of you big strong men wants to fuck a little girl like me first? I want that, want that bad. You wanna fuck me, baby?" I smiled, looked back and forth at both of them. They both laughed as I said that, said it real loud. 

His hands were all over me, felt his hand go to the back of my neck. Felt him guide to the table, pulled me off of his lap and pushed me over and across the table, face down. I was looking out at the room, rear toward him as he stepped up behind me and lowered his pants. I reached back and spread my cheeks with both hands. I looked around the room, loved being what I am in this room. I felt him slip his hard on up and down the crack of my rear. Felt his hand on the back of my neck, held me so hard it hurt, felt him enter me. I didn't care, could only think of one man.

I didn't get home until 7am. Could hardly stand as I got out of his car, my boyfriend didn't walk me to my door, didn't come in. I was actually glad that he didn't, my rear was numb and burning at the same time. Lost count after being fucked for the fifth time. He just dropped me off at my drive, heard him say as I got out of his car, "Good girl, you always are. I'll call you tonight. You pleased the one that counted. It'll be set up for you. I'll call you, maybe come see you tonight, baby. You're my special one." 

Smiled at him as I closed his car door, I didn't say anything, just winked at him. 

I walked to my front door, heard him drive off as I let myself in. I was still dizzy thinking about 'Mr. Right', wanted to see him right now. I would fuck him right now for as long as he liked, didn't care how sore I was. 

I took the phone off the hook. I just fell onto the bed, didn't even get undressed. I slept all day didn't wake up until late evening.

First thing I did when I woke up, still dressed in a very wrinkled short skirt and blouse from last night, was masturbate. I thought about the new man I was going to start seeing, masturbated and thought about what it would be like to be his. I thought about being his completely.