My Sissy Submission Hell

January 15, 2011

So, I will be back tomorrow night at seven o’clock for our “date” just like you and Heather tonight. Before you get any ideas of what you might do, listen. Heather has your wallet, your keys, and I am going to drive your car away tonight. You have no land line in the house, and your mobile phone is already in Heather’s purse. She’s password protected your computer, so you can’t use that, either. So, what are you going to do tomorrow? I’m so glad you asked! You will practice walking on the high heels and practice with the dildo so you can properly deep throat me. Finally, you will practice inserting the plug up your cute little backside, and work on keeping it there for at least 2 hours. When I get here tomorrow night, I will let myself in, and you will be waiting for me on the sofa, wearing the teddy, with the white socks, white shoes, and peignoir. Your finger and toe nails will be shaped and painted pink, and they had better look nice! I want to see a nice bottle of wine and two glasses waiting for our “date.” You will be completely shaved, and I mean smooth. No stubble anywhere. Your crotch, your ass, your under arms, legs, etc. I also want that poor excuse for a mustache gone. You will use the enema, and then bathe and wash your hair, brushing it out real nice for me. Use the shampoo and stuff I brought. I expect all of these instructions to be carried out to the letter, or those pictures will be out within minutes, and your life will be over. Is there any part of this you don’t understand?”

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My Sissy Submission Hell

by: Missy Satinpanties

I was just lying there on satin sheets, wrapped in beautiful lingerie,
and…Well, let me start at the beginning, so you know what’s going on,
okay?

I have always been straight, even though I had never had too much luck
with the women. I have dated several young ladies, but not with the
sort of regularity that I wished for. Never the less, I never, ever
thought about men in anything close to a sexual way. At least until
last year, that is. Allow me to tell you about myself: I’m 26, white,
and come from a normal, fairly conservative middle class background. I
have a decent job, and while I’m not rich, I own my car outright, and
have a very nice little 3 bedroom bungalow on the edge of town.

I’d like to tell you I own the home outright, but the bank would call
me a bit of a liar. I’m not a large man, only 5’4″ tall, slender,
longish brown hair that can really shine, if I take the time to brush
it (My little sister has always said that she should have had my
hair.). I have green eyes covered by long lashes that my sister also
thinks I stole from her. At least she used to say that when we still
talked to each other. After Mom and Dad died in plane crash while
coming out to visit, she blamed me, and it’s been at least three years
since we talked on the phone, and at least four years since we actually
were in the same city together. Well, I guess that’s me in a nutshell.
Now, on with the story.

I had just started dating Heather, a young lady that I met at the
library just the week before. I know, I know, the library, how old
fashioned! She was a beautiful, delicate thing, with long blonde hair,
hazel eyes, turned-up little nose, small but perky breasts, and only
sixteen years old. Yeah, you read that right, sixteen. At the time,
though, I was blissfully unaware of that little nugget of information.
From the way she dressed and acted, I really thought she was older.
And of course, she never told me any different. This was the genesis
of my future.

We had engaged in some heavy necking and petting on our last date, and
I was looking forward to the next evening together as I really thought
there was a very good chance of something more. There was more in
store, but not what I had in mind! She showed up, driving her VW
Beetle up my driveway about seven o’clock (Again, I had no idea that
she was ‘borrowing” her sister’s car without her knowledge or without a
license. But you should also know, I, well, er, she, I mean… Crap!
I guess I’ll fill you in later.). She was dressed in a short black
pleated skirt, and what looked like an ivory colored satin blouse and
very nice high heels. As she sashayed up the short walk, her hips
swinging temptingly, I thought she looked good enough to eat!

Once in the door we went into a liplock that would have taken a tow
truck to pull apart, both of us trying to give the other a
tonsillectomy with our tongues. We finally broke the clinch, and I
moved to the sofa, where I had a bottle of nice white wine chilling,
and a “chick flick” DVD cued up. She took off her coat, and excused
herself to the bathroom for a moment. When she returned, we snuggled
together, and drank some wine. I noticed that the top two buttons on
her blouse were undone, and I know only one was open when she walked
in. I decided that if two buttons were good, three were better, and
four, well, you get my drift.

Soon the movie was forgotten, and I was kissing her beautiful breasts
through the satin of her bra. My hand had moved up under her skirt and
was caressing her delicious bottom through her panties. In no more
time than it takes to write this sentence, she hiked up her hips, and I
slid the panties from her body. I took just a glance, but saw they
were pale blue silk or satin, with lace panels, and felt and looked
expensive. As I removed her blouse, and undid her bra, I noticed it
matched, and made some comment as to how much I loved lingerie, and
that some day she would have to model the bra and panties for me. With
a finger in her warm moist slit, and my lips wrapped around her nipple,
my world went from heaven to hell in a single breath.

A hand clamped down on my arm, hauling me up, and a deep voice started
yelling at Heather to get the hell out of this house and to get home,
and then I felt myself being thrown to the floor. I hit my head on the
coffee table, and must have blacked out for a moment or so. When I
came to, I was sitting slumped against the sofa, with a body builder
sitting on my easy chair. Heather was nowhere to be seen. I said a
few slurred syllables, and the hunk in my chair told me to shut up.

“So, you like banging little girls?” he asked menacingly. My vocal
abilities came back a bit, and I told him that I had no idea what he
was talking about. “That’s my damn sister you were trying to fuck, and
she just turned sixteen, you lousy shit!” I tried to reason with him,
but the throbbing in my head prevented me from thinking in anything
like a clear manner. “You hurt me,” was the only thing I could say,
holding my hand over the huge lump on my head. I won’t recount the
yelling fest that ensued, but after a while, an ice pack for me, and a
beer for him, he finally believed me that I clueless as to her age.
“Well, he said,” thinking deeply, “I still think I have to punish you
for trying. But, I’ll give you an option. Either I beat you until I’m
satisfied, or…”

The “or” just hung in the air. I looked at this muscle bound man and
realized that a beating could land me in the hospital, or worse, so
with a quiet voice I asked what the alternative was. His answer
floored me. “Give me a blowjob,” was his straightforward, but
incomprehensible alternative. I just sat there, staring at him, my
mind refusing to understand those simple words. He said it again,
“Give me a blowjob, or I’ll beat the shit out of you, right here, and
then call the cops because you were trying to rape my sister. Now,
which is it going to be?” I just sat there and watched my ego, and my
future fall apart. In a small, weak voice I told him that I would
perform oral sex on him. I couldn’t even get the word “blowjob” to
come out of my mouth. “Good,” he said, “get your ass back to the
bedroom, and take off your damn clothes, NOW!” At this, I jumped up,
and scurried back to my bedroom, too shocked to even protest. He
walked in a moment later with something in his hands and an evil grin
on his face. “Well, lookie here,” he chuckled, “My little sis was in
such a hurry that she left her dainties on your floor! You told
Heather that you loved lingerie, and wanted her to model them for you.
Now you can model them for me!” I was half undressed, just standing
there in my socks, underwear, and T-shirt, and froze at his suggestion.
Without a word, he just reached out, grabbed the neck of the shirt, and
ripped it down the front, and then barked at me to get the rest of my
damn clothes off in 3 seconds, or face a pounding and then the cops. I
meekly did as I was told, and then he handed me the panties that had so
recently graced Heather’s adorable little ass. I could even smell her
musky scent. He yelled at me to quit staring into space, and get the
damn panties on. I pulled them up my legs, reveling in their silky
smooth softness, even as I was horrified at what I was doing. Once
they were settled into place, he handed me the bra, and instructed me
to put it on backwards, and then spin it around, and put my arms
through the straps. I did this, and was now standing in front of this
brute, wearing the bra and panties I had just taken off Heather’s
young, ripe body not 30 minutes earlier.

He began to take off his clothes, and I noticed that his biceps weren’t
the only large part of him. He had a cock that was at least 8 inches
long, thick, and appeared to be as hard as a rock. He pushed me to my
knees on the carpet, and told me to get busy, but if I hurt him, he was
going to hurt me more than I could imagine. At that point, I could
imagine a lot. I made several tentative starts, finally licking the
head to moisten it, and then placing just the head in my mouth. Moving
my head, I began to slide my lips down his shaft, sucking on his cock,
and using my tongue. I have had a few blowjobs in the past, and sort
of knew what felt good. I hoped that if I made this gorilla feel good,
he would leave, and leave me alone. I sucked and licked, and tried to
take the whole thing in my mouth, but I began to gag. I used my hand
on the base of his shaft, like I had seen in a movie, and was just
developing a rhythm, when I was blinded by the flash, flash, flash of a
digital camera. Startled, and with his cock still in my mouth, I
looked to my left, and saw Heather, her braless nipples poking through
her blouse, taking picture after picture of my predicament. I started
to pull back to protest and question, but had my head grabbed, and that
cock was forced back between my lips. I had no choice but to keep
going, while all the time Heather circled me like a vulture, continuing
to takes pictures. He held my head, and began to fuck my mouth,
telling me to keep sucking, or I would be sucking my meals through a
straw for a year. I did as I was told, and felt him stiffen, felt his
legs shake, and then he pulled back, and shot a huge load of cum all
over my face. I was ordered to use my tongue to lick it off, and then
use my fingers to gather the rest, and put it in my mouth. Again I
complied, and again, the picture taking never stopped. When everything
was finally over, he pushed me backwards, and I sprawled against my
bed. As my oppressor got dressed, Heather walked over to me, and began
to laugh. “You know, Lover, you’ve been had. While I really am
sixteen, Mike here ain’t my brother. That really doesn’t matter a bit
because you, Sweetie, are caught in living color, wearing lingerie, and
sucking cock. I think you might say that your life is about to
change!” With that, she stuck her finger into her pussy, and then
stuck it in my mouth, since, as she said, I never got to “taste the
goodies.”

I tried to grab the camera, but she was too quick, and danced out of my
reach, and just leaned against the door frame, laughing. I knew I was
sunk lower than the Titanic. Mike, the 400 pound gorilla in the room,
just laughed at my predicament, and told me to get up, and sit down on
the bed. He proceeded to take the small desk chair in my room spin it
around, and sat down on it backwards. With his cum drying on my face,
and the taste still in my mouth, I sat down on the edge of the bed,
wondering what was coming next. “Here’s the skinny, Skinny,” he began,
chuckling at his own joke, “I’m what you might call a connoisseur of
sissies. Now most of them are too old, too ugly, or just not as
perfect as I might like. So, my cousin Heather, and yeah, she’s my
cousin, not my sister, and I teamed up to find me a sissy that was just
right, and the sissy we chose is you.” I began to protest that I was no
sissy, nor was I gay, and he bellowed at me to shut the hell up. “You
see, Thomas, or Tommy, I don’t really give a shit about that. Part of
the fun for me is forcing you to be my sissy. In fact, we’ll start
right now, Tommy, you are no longer Thomas, in fact, you are no longer
Tommy. As far as I’m concerned, your new name is Tammy. Now, repeat
after me; My name is Tammy, and I’m a gay sissy.” I told him I would
do no such thing, and thought I was about to get pounded. Instead, he
stood up, allowing Heather to sit down. She spun the chair around and
turned on my computer. “Okay, girly, go ahead and publish those photos
on the web. Little Tammy doesn’t want to play. Yeah, publish them on
all the public picture sites, and X Company’s main site, oh and yeah, X
Company’s newsletter, too. Send a copy to his boss, Mr. Avery while
you’re at it, I’m sure he will love them!” When I heard the name of my
company and boss, and saw the camera connected to my computer, I
panicked, and started to protest. “Hold on Heather,” he said, “I think
the sissy has a statement to make.” With my spirit broken, I hung my
head and whispered the words, “My name is Tammy and I am a gay sissy.”
“Louder!” barked my tormentor. I spoke the lines again, in a voice
that might have been heard across the room. Again I was told to say
them louder, or Heather would hit the send button, and finally I almost
yelled it across the room. Anything to buy some time to think, to keep
those damn pictures off the web.

Mike just laughed at me and told me that, in case I wanted to know how
he got in, Heather had never gone to the bathroom; she had just opened
the back door. I just sat there on the bed, not knowing which way to
turn, or what to do. My brain was spinning in neutral, and the only
message it was sending me was that I was trapped. As I was processing
this dismal message, Mike once again got my attention. “Well now,
little Tammy, here’s what we’re gonna do.” He reached under the desk
and pulled out a black, zippered duffle bag that he must have stashed
earlier, and tossed it to me. “Open it, Sissy.” I unzipped the bag,
and just held it. “Come on, Sissy, reach in the bag, and take out your
presents.” I reached in and the first thing I pulled out was some kind
of lingerie. He told me to hold it up, and I could see it was a white
satin teddy, with ruffles around the leg openings. There was also a
matching sheer peignoir. I reached back in, and came up with a pair of
panties, in pink double layer satin, with white lace around the leg
openings and 3 rows of white lace across the bottom. Another dip into
the bag brought out a matching bra that had lace trim and pink ruffles
on the shoulder straps. The cups looked strangely unformed, and I was
told that it was a sissy training bra, just for me. Following these
ultra feminine garments were three pairs of ankle socks, still in their
plastic packaging. They were made of white nylon, and each one had a
cloud of lace around the top. One had pink lace, one red and white,
and the third was white. There were also a couple boxes in the duffle
bag, each one containing a pair of shoes. One pair in white, and one in
black. They were all shiny, with very tall stiletto heels, although
the white pair had rounder toes, and a strap across the top, where my
instep would be. I was going from having a bad feeling about all of
this, to a feeling of total despair. Next out was a shopping bag from
a local store. Inside I found a can of lady’s shaving cream, a lady’s
razor, and spare blades. There was also a bottle of shampoo and
conditioner, body wash, lotion, and talc, all in a popular scent for
young ladies. Also included in this bag was a bottle of pink nail
polish, and some of those flexible board kind of files that I had seen
my mother use on her nails to shape an smooth them. There was one more
item in the bag, and I looked at this with some curiosity, and a sense
of dread. It was a disposable enema. I set this bag down beside the
lingerie, and looked into the bag again. There was one more thing left
in the duffle, and after all that I had pulled out, I was scared to see
what it might be. I was right to be scared. I pulled out a black
plastic shopping bag, opened it, and pulled out a dildo that was shaped
like a large, realistic pink cock, and was at least 10 inches long.
Then I lifted out a smaller blue dildo. I looked at these items, one
in either hand. The blue one was small at the tip, got fat in the
middle, thin at the end, and ended in a flat, round base and was about
6 or 7 inches long. I had seen these in magazines, and realized I was
holding a butt plug. What was I being forced into? I had never been
so confused and dejected in my life. The evening had started with the
prospect of sex with the most beautiful girl I had ever seen in real
life, and had ended in me in lingerie, and being photographed sucking a
man’s cock wearing her panties and bra. Now, this.

Mike now proceeded to explain his plan to me,”Okay, Tammy. Today is
Friday, which means that you have tomorrow off. In fact, since Monday
is a holiday, you have three days off. So, I will be back tomorrow
night at seven o’clock for our “date” just like you and Heather
tonight. Before you get any ideas of what you might do, listen.
Heather has your wallet, your keys, and I am going to drive your car
away tonight. You have no land line in the house, and your mobile
phone is already in Heather’s purse. She’s password protected your
computer, so you can’t use that, either. So, what are you going to do
tomorrow? I’m so glad you asked! You will practice walking on the
high heels and practice with the dildo so you can properly deep throat
me. Finally, you will practice inserting the plug up your cute little
backside, and work on keeping it there for at least 2 hours. When I
get here tomorrow night, I will let myself in, and you will be waiting
for me on the sofa, wearing the teddy, with the white socks, white
shoes, and peignoir. Your finger and toe nails will be shaped and
painted pink, and they had better look nice! I want to see a nice
bottle of wine and two glasses waiting for our “date.” You will be
completely shaved, and I mean smooth. No stubble anywhere. Your
crotch, your ass, your under arms, legs, etc. I also want that poor
excuse for a mustache gone. You will use the enema, and then bathe and
wash your hair, brushing it out real nice for me. Use the shampoo and
stuff I brought. I expect all of these instructions to be carried out
to the letter, or those pictures will be out within minutes, and your
life will be over. Is there any part of this you don’t understand?”
Heather added, “You might also want to tidy this place up a bit. I
mean, it’s going to be such a special date night for you! In fact,
just the thought of you in lingerie, making love to my cousin, has me
as hot as I’ve ever been.” She looked at Mike, who just nodded. Lie
down on the bed on your stomach, you pathetic sissy,” She barked, and
without thinking, I did as I was told. She came over to the bed, and
told me to put my hands behind my back. Again, I did as she ordered,
and a pair of handcuffs were slapped on my wrists, and she ordered me
to roll over on my back. The cuffs dug into my wrists, and my arms
hurt, but I dared not say anything. Without any further talk, she
removed her skirt and blouse, and swung up on the bed, one knee on
either side of my head. She then lowered her pussy onto my mouth and
told me to eat. Now, just an hour or so earlier, this was what I had
in mind, but not quite this way! I had not envisioned being cuffed and
in lingerie, and being watched by a man who planned to make me his
sissy slut. She ground that sweet, shaved pussy in my face, and I
licked for all I was worth. I think she came at least three times, and
then called out to Mike to grab a towel from the bathroom. He came
back in, and told me to lift my head, and he placed the folded bath
towel under and around my head. Heather lowered that wonderful snatch
back over my mouth, and she began to piss! “Drink it, sissy!” She
ordered, and both the command and the thought of my new mattress being
soaked in piss made me comply. It was hot, salty, and acrid, but I
managed to drink it all down, and on command, licked her pussy clean
again. Not the way I planned it, at all!

She got up off my face, reached into her large purse, and pulled out a
pair of panties and a bra, and with no apparent shame, got dressed. I
was still laying there, the horrid taste of her pee in my mouth, and
the heavenly smell of her pussy in my nostrils. I was about as
confused as a human being could be. Mike supplied the information that
while Heather was just a young teenager, she was kinky beyond her
years, and got off on being in total control of men. “I guess we might
have to share you, Sissy Tammy,” he chuckled. He then got up and
walked over to me. “You know, Heather, we really should give our
little sissy some relief. After all, he had hoped to fuck that pussy
of yours tonight, and we saw how that worked out! But he has given us
so much pleasure!” He chuckled again, and reached down and began to
stroke my cock through the panties. Against my will, I began to
respond, and soon I was as hard as a rock, hoping for some relief.
Heather got on the bed, and began to nuzzle my crotch, while Mike began
to gently caress my nipples through the soft satin of the bra. I was
amazed at how sensitive my nipples were! My panties (MY panties??)
were pulled down, and Heather’s soft lips wrapped themselves around my
cock, and she began to suck like a pro. Very soon, under the
ministrations of these two strange people, I was on the verge of
cumming. Heather sucked even harder, and I blew my load into her young
mouth. She then scooted up the bed, and told me to open my mouth.
When I did, she let my cum flow from her lips, and then spit the rest
into my mouth, and told me to swallow. Again, I did as I was told.
feeling the conflict of the release of sexual tension, with my current
helpless situation.

She got off the bed, and straightened her clothing, and left the room.
She was back a moment or two later, with the box of large leaf and
trash bags I kept under the sink. She pulled one out, and handed
another to Mike. Between them, they went through my drawers and
closet, removing all of my underwear, shorts, pajamas, jeans, slacks,
and sweats. They left me with nothing but socks, shirts, and T-shirts,
and, of course, my new lingerie. “This is just in case you get any
ideas of running away, Sissy,” Mike informed me. “I mean, we wouldn’t
want to give you the idea that you have any say in the matter, would
we? Oh, and by the way, we also checked your laundry basket, and
there’s nothing there for you to wear, either.” The final item to be
added to the pile of bags was my bathrobe, and they were drug out the
door, and out of the house. “If little Tammy is a good girl this
weekend, she might even earn some of her boy pants back,” he teased,
“but she will never get the underwear back, though, from now on, it’s
panties every day for my little sissy.

Heather told me to make sure I used lots of the lotion provided after I
shaved, or I would really be in pain. and with a final warning to obey
all instructions, they were gone. I just sat there, dazed and
dejected. I don’t know how long it was, but I finally got up, walked
into the living room, and grabbed the bottle of wine, now starting to
get warm. I didn’t care as I drank it straight down, and staggered
back to my room, and fell into a fitful, restless sleep. The sun woke
me the next morning, and I opened my eyes to a horrible headache, a
sewer for a mouth, and memories of a horrible nightmare. I stumbled to
the bathroom, and without turning on the light, threw 4 aspirins and a
couple glasses of water down my throat. Only then did I turn on the
light, and saw myself standing there in Heather’s bra and panties.
Only, I thought with a shudder, they’re now my bra and panties. The
previous night’s activities came flooding back, and I raced through the
house, looking for anything that could save me. I spent a few hours
trying to break the password on the computer with no luck, and rummaged
through every drawer, shelf, box, nook and cranny, desperately
searching for an old pair of pants, shorts, bathing suit, anything.
The exercise was futile. The only thing I found was an 8 x 10″ glossy
picture of me, on my knees in the bra and panties, sucking on Mike’s
cock. They must have printed it out, and come back in to stick it on
my refrigerator with a magnet. I studied the picture, and there was no
indication that I was being forced, or under any sort of coercion.
This picture by itself was a death sentence. They didn’t need the
other hundred or so. I was about to shred the picture, but was worried
about any consequences, so I just placed it face down on my desk.

I removed the bra, and pulled on the longest T-shirt I owned. I
decided that the best course of action was to follow my instructions,
so set about cleaning the house. I started to dust and vacuum, and
then thought that if I wore those damn high heels, I could kill two
birds with one stone, cleaning the house and getting used to these
shoes. The black ones were on top, so I pulled them on. They fit me
pretty well, and felt okay until I stood up. The heels were about 4
inches tall, and I had a lot of trouble balancing on them, let alone
walking. After thirty minutes or so I could at least get around,
although I looked like a pig on ice. I finally got the dusting and
vacuuming done, straightened up the kitchen, cleaned the bathroom, and
then sat down for a belated breakfast, my calves and the balls of my
feet aching. All I could manage was some toast, coffee, and some more
aspirin, but it made my head feel better, and gave me some energy to
keep moving.

I looked at the clock, and saw it was almost two. I had no idea how
long any of my personal grooming would take, so I decided to get busy.
I ran the tub with hot water, grabbed the shaving cream, razor, and at
the last minute, the butt plug. Maybe the hot, soapy water would help
it go in. I eased myself into the tub, and tried to insert the plug.
No go. I twisted and stretched, and finally, with one leg out of the
tub, it went in with a pop. Well, a pop and a strangled scream, ’cause
that thing hurt! My body was busy trying to expel the intruder, but it
would not go. I felt as though I was horribly constipated. I tried to
ignore the plug, and concentrate on my shaving. That was a good idea,
as it took me about 2 hours, and several re-warmings of the bath, to
get my legs, underarms, and crotch done. The last was the hardest, as
I was scared to death that I would cut myself. I finally stood up,
removed the plug (I had almost forgotten it was there) and was rewarded
by another blast of pain as it came out. It was nasty, and I tossed it
in the sink to wash. I then bent over, and applied the cream to my
bottom and grabbed the razor once more. A few minutes later, I was
done. I got into the shower to rinse off, and to wash my hair. Using
the shampoo provided, I lathered my hair up three times, making sure it
was really clean. I got out and dried off, already noticing the change
in my skin. I rubbed the perfumed lotion into my skin, and couldn’t
help admiring how smooth my legs, cock, and balls were. On a hunch, I
washed out the blue panties from the night before (And yes, I did sniff
them, first!) and hung them on the shower rod to dry.

I went back into the bedroom, wearing just my T-shirt, and found the
dildo, and just stared at it. Instead though, I picked up the nail
polish. I just could not deal with rubber cock right now. I worked
with the emery board about an hour, and decided that I had done all I
could to make my nails nice, and carefully applied the pink polish to
my toe nails and then to my finger nails. I couldn’t put it off any
longer, and picked up the dildo. Reluctantly, I finally put it to my
lips and began to push it deep into my mouth. I gagged right away, and
pulled it out. After some manipulation, I finally was able to get most
of the pink rubber monster in my mouth without wanting to throw up. I
practiced for fifteen or twenty more minutes, and again, looked at the
clock. It was almost six, and my nails were dry. I pulled those
horrid shoes back on, my mind whirling with this abrupt change in my
life. Should I have fought back? Should I have just taken the
beating? Why did I do what I did? In a moment of fear and weakness, I
chose the coward’s path, and I ended up in lingerie, sucking cock. How
far would it go before it ended?” To this day, I have no idea of why I
didn’t just wrap a sheet around me, go to the neighbors, and call the
cops. I have no idea why I just meekly complied with the whole
situation. Maybe I knew, deep down inside, that I was some kind of
pathetic sissy. Certainly I was no macho man, not that day, and maybe
not ever.

I went to the refrigerator, and looked inside. I only had one bottle
of wine, and that was a nice bottle of champagne that I had been saving
for a special evening with Heather. I really didn’t want to use
champagne, as it signified that I was celebrating something, and I had
nothing to celebrate. But, like everything else I had been told to do,
I got out the ice bucket, filled it with ice and the bottle, wrapped a
towel around the bottle neck, and took it to the living room along with
two flutes. It was now about twenty minutes until seven, so I padded
back to the bedroom, to get ready for my “date.”

I first went to the bathroom, and noticed that I was walking better on
the heels, but that accomplishment gave me no comfort at all. I was
taking small, mincing steps, and while I was not graceful, at least I
wasn’t staggering about any more. I picked up my seldom used
hairbrush, and began to vigorously brush my now dry hair. I was
surprised at how it shined, as I usually just wash my hair with soap,
and stick it in a pony tail while wet. Washed and conditioned with
proper shampoo, let loose, and brushed out, my hair was actually
pretty. PRETTY? Why did that particular adjective come to mind? I
shook my head, and grabbed the talc container, and began to dust my
crotch, stomach, and legs. I washed my hands, and used a damp paper
towel to clean up the powder that had escaped. Naked and in high
heels, I went back to my bedroom. Now there’s sentence I never once in
my life thought I would ever write! I walked over to the dresser,
picked up, and examined the teddy. It was made of white, shiny, high
quality satin, with large ruffles of the same material around each leg
opening, and an elongated diamond of lace overlaid in the front. In
the front, on the bodice, there was a white satin bow, with a few seed
pearls in the middle. This was no K-Mart Blue Light Special! He must
have spent a lot of bucks on this. I took off the black heels, and
then pulled the teddy up my legs, and actually shivered as the smooth,
cool material slid up my smooth legs. I pulled it up, slipped my arms
through the straps, and reached around behind me to pull the straps a
bit tighter. The material clung to my skinny body, and the ruffles
tickled my thighs. With every move, I could feel the smooth material
slither across my bum, and in the back of my mind, I had to admit I
liked it. I picked up the package of white anklets, and sat down on
the bed to put them on. I was amazed at how soft and silky the nylon
felt on my feet, and made sure the lace was fluffed up and out. I put
the black shoes back in their box, and took out the white heels, and
slid them on. They were a bit easier on my toes, thanks to the rounded
toe box, but I had a hard time getting the little strap buckled. I
finally did, and looking down, I thought they looked like little girl
shoes, with high heels. I stood back up, and slipped on the peignoir.
It came down to my ankles, was made of sheer lace, and long sleeved.
The lapels and cuffs were made of satin, and there was satin trim all
the way around. There were only two satin covered buttons near the top
that I fastened. Not a garment for staying warm! It was now mere
minutes before seven, so I minced my way back to the living room, and
settled myself on the sofa. As I sat there, looking at the clock, I
was shocked to find that I was hoping he liked what he found. I
examined that thought from a few angles. Was I just hoping to avoid
physical punishment, or was I, in some perverted way, actually looking
forward to this? At this last thought, I just hung my head, and wanted
to cry. It was then, that I heard the key in the lock, and my front
door opened.

I looked up, expecting to see the same man from last night. Unshaven,
black muscle shirt, and worn jeans, What I saw was a tall, very well
built man with a well trimmed mustache, and neatly combed hair. He was
wearing a pair of gray wool slacks, a white shirt, and a light jacket.
Instead of black high-top tennis shoes, he wore polished black loafers,
and he held a bouquet of flowers in his hand. I just stared at him,
and he asked me if I was going to sit there and stare, or was I going
to get my sissy ass up and get a vase and some water. I jumped up, and
with small steps, hurried to the kitchen. He called after me to place
one foot directly in front of the other when I walked, as it would make
my hips sway. I slowed down, and did as ordered. I found a vase, and
being careful as to how I walked, came back into the living room. He
handed me the bouquet, and I took off the paper, and stuck the flowers
in the water, and then placed them on the mantel over the fireplace.
“Well,” he asked, “don’t you know how to say thank you to your date for
bringing you flowers?” I again just stared for a moment, and then, in
a small voice said, “Thank you for the beautiful flowers, Mike.” He
then laughed and asked me what I thought Heather would do if a date
brought her flowers. I stammered something about saying thank you, and
giving her date a kiss. “Well then Missy, don’t I deserve a kiss for
the flowers?” I walked slowly over to him, and tried to peck him on
the cheek. He grabbed me, and planted his lips on mine, and gave me a
kiss at least as intense as the one Heather and I had engaged in on
Friday night, forcing his tongue into my mouth. I stood there, rigid.
“My God,” I remember thinking, “I must really be some kind of bloody
sissy! I’m standing here in my own living room, kissing a man!

He finally released me, and walked over and examined the champagne,
pronounced it a good choice, as he was here to celebrate his new sissy,
and opened it rather expertly. I looked closely at him, and realized
that while he was indeed a gym rat, and well built, he was not the
over-muscled gorilla I had thought him to be. My judgment from the
previous night must have been colored by fear, shock, and probably a
mild concussion. But, he was still big.

Mike poured us each a glass of the tawny colored bubbly, and I watched
him like a mouse watches a cat as I drank. He laughed and just poured
me another glass. We sat there for at least 15 minutes in silence. I
was very tense, and Mike looked very relaxed. I went through three
more glasses of wine, which finally relaxed me a just a little bit.
Mike reached out his hand, and finally I understood he wanted me to
take it. I did, and he stood up, sort of pulling me with him. I stood
in front of this man wearing lingerie and high heels that he bought for
me. I realized he was at least six foot tall, and even in heels I was
much shorter, as well as much weaker. I was wondering what the hell
was going on when he put his hands on my upper arms, and started to
kiss my forehead. He kissed my forehead, while running his hands
through my hair, then began to kiss my eyelids with gentle, almost non-
existent little kisses, eventually making his way back down to my lips.
As he was kissing me, I heard the door open again, and in walked
Heather with that same black duffle bag. She looked at us, and
laughed, “Well, well, look at how cute the little sissy looks tonight!
I just stood there, again rigid, as Mike kissed me. “Damn you, you
sissy bitch,” she suddenly yelled, “you’d better start acting as though
you like being kissed, or you’re in for a page on Facebook that you
won’t ever live down! There was no hesitation now, and I wrapped my
arms around his neck and returned his kiss. Against my will, my little
cock was getting hard in the smooth satin, and I wondered if maybe I
was a sissy faggot.

He broke our second kiss, and grabbing my hand again, began to lead me
to the bedroom. Heather followed us in, carrying the black duffle bag,
and wearing an evil grin. The three of us went back to the bedroom,
with Heather giggling over my new look. Mike told me to sit down on
the bed, and asked Heather for the bag. Heather handed it over, and
pulled her digital camera out of her purse, and told me to stand up for
some pictures. A look from Mike told me to obey, and Heather guided me
through several poses, including lying on the bed on my side. I got a
good look at Heather, and saw that she was wearing a soft royal blue
silk top, with no bra in evidence, and a very short denim skirt, with
thigh high black stockings and black heels. She looked so damn sexy, I
wanted to scream. I then saw that Mike had removed his clothes down to
his black briefs, and was rummaging around in the bag. He told me to
stand up, take off the peignoir. He then told me to turn around and
put my hands behind my back. With the ever present flashing of the
camera, I did as I was told. I could see some sort of white leather
thing, with lots of straps and buckles. Mike put this something around
my wrists, and buckled it tightly. He then pulled the material up my
arms to my elbows, and began to tighten all the straps, causing my arms
to be pulled back, and my shoulders to scream in pain. I began to beg
him to loosen whatever he had on me, and he just told me to shut up, or
I would be gagged, and the arm binder pulled as tight as it would go.
He finally got it as tight as he could, and I knew that my elbows were
almost touching behind me. He let me stand there a minute or so, tears
of pain flowing down my cheeks, and then he loosened my bonds just a
bit. It was still terribly tight and hurt, but I could just about bear
it, now.

Mike turned me around to face him, and pushed me down to my knees. I
knew what he wanted, and began to kiss his rampant cock through the
cotton of his briefs. He let me go for a minute, and then pulled the
briefs down and off. “Show me your new skills, you simpering sissy,”
he demanded, and I began to lick his cock and balls, and then to take
it into my mouth. “Stop!” he ordered. “Heather,” he said, “grab the
lipstick and make Tammy’s lips look pretty for her close ups! And,
while you’re at it, put some of that sparkly blue eye shadow on her,
too. Tammy wants to be pretty for her new man, I’m sure.”

Heather grabbed my upper arm, and stood me up, and then told me sit on
the desk chair. I saw that the computer was on, and she hit a few
keys, and it displayed me in my teddy, kissing Mike. I sat down, and
she told me to close my eyes, and put the eye shadow on me. I was then
told to look up, and purse my lips, and she put two coats of lip stick
on me, holding a tissue to blot, and then applying what she called a
sealer, so my lipstick would stay “pretty.” She took several more
pictures, and then led me back to place at Mike’s feet. I started to
lick and kiss his cock, again, and took it into my mouth. “Let’s check
your homework, sissy,” he said as he grabbed my head, and forced his
cock to the back of my throat. I gagged a bit, and then he was ramming
his thick cock in and out of my mouth, fucking my face, and I could do
was find the rhythm, and suck as hard as I could. I hoped he would cum
quick, and leave. That was a plan that didn’t have a snowball, chance
in hell. I felt him tense up, and his cock seemed to grow larger in my
mouth. He pulled my head so my nose was against his stomach, and
poured what seemed like gallons of cum into my throat. I was still
sucking his softening cock when he pushed me away, and I fell on my
side on the floor.

Without even acknowledging me, he put his briefs and his T-shirt back
on, and left the room, “You can play with the sissy, Heather,” he
called over his shoulder, “I’m gonna get the wine.” Heather walked
over to where I lie on the floor. She stood over me, and ever so
slowly, slid her panties down her legs, lifting first one foot, then
the other as she removed them. I was staring up at her shaved pussy,
and she was softly laughing her evil little laugh. She reached down,
and helped me to my knees, and then hiked her skirt up, sat on the edge
of the bed with her legs spread. “C’mon, bitch, you’ve had your
dinner, time for dessert. With my arms still painfully bound behind
me, I shuffled over on my knees, and buried my face between her thighs.
I must have licked and kissed her to three or four orgasms, when she
too pushed me to the floor, smoothed out her skirt, and walked out of
the room. I heard the bathroom door open and close, and a then a
moment later I heard the flush of the toilet. “Thank heavens,” I
thought, “At least I’m not her toilet tonight.” A few moments later,
they both walked in carrying glasses of champagne, and Mike had the
bottle in his large hand. He set the bottle and glass down, and picked
me up as though I was a child and deposited me on the bed. Reached
into his bag, he came up with another dildo. This one was very thick,
but rather short. Telling me to open wide, he shoved it into my mouth,
and buckled the straps behind my head. It completely filled my mouth,
and stretched my jaws wide. Heather had retrieved my blue butt plug
from the bathroom, and while I watched, ran it in and out of her sweet
young pussy. She handed the plug to Mike, and then reached over and
pulled the satin material away from my bottom, as Mike rammed the plug
into me making me yell into the gag. He reached into the bag again and
pulled out a nylon strap that he wrapped around my ankles, and closed
with a Velcro tab. He then got a length of rope, and ran it from the
binder at my wrist, behind me to my ankles, pulling it tight, causing
me to arch my back painfully, and effectively hog tying my on my bed.
Heather then held up her panties, and I could see they were navy blue
with lace panels, and very sexy. She held them in front of my face,
and then hid them behind her back. “Okay Sissy Tammy, which hand are my
panties in? I want you to guess which hand holds my sexy panties. I
have to tell you, I’ve been a naughty girl, and have played with myself
through them, and cum in them, not once, but many times. Which hand
holds my pretty panties, and which hand holds the alternative? Blink
once for left, twice for right.” Not knowing what sort of game we were
playing, I blinked once, and waited. “Ah, too bad Sissy,” she laughed,
“they were in the other hand. What did you win? These are the briefs
that Mike wore for three days straight in the gym!” With that
announcement, she pulled them over my head, so my nose was right in the
still damp, musky crotch. She told me have a good nap, they were going
to watch a bit of TV before any more games.

I lay there trussed up for what seemed like hours of agonizing pain.
My shoulders at first had been on fire, but were now numb blocks of
dull pain. My jaw ached from both the oral sex, and now from this cock
shaped gag that was as thick as my wrist. The rest of my body just
plain hurt. As the final insult, all I could smell was the musk of
Mike’s sweaty balls. I heard the door open again, and I’m not sure if
I was glad, or worried. Without a word, Mike swept undid the rope
between my wrists and my ankles. He slowly and gently pulled my feet
until I was stretched out on my side, which hurt as much or more than
being bound. He rolled me onto my stomach, and proceeded to release my
arms from their wrappings. As my shoulders rolled forward, and the
blood flow came back, I screamed into the gag, and began crying because
of the pain. At this point, both Mike and Heather began to rub my arms
and legs, working out the kinks, and calming the pain. At last I was
laying there, with only the gag in my mouth, the plug in my ass, and
the briefs over my nose. Oh yeah, and wearing lingerie, heels, and
little girly socks. The sad part is that after the pain of being bound
I was now almost content!

Mike pulled me up until I was sitting, pulled the briefs off of my
face, and told me that he wasn’t going to remove the gag just yet. He
laughed at my look of dismay, and told Heather to make with the camera.
He told me that this was what his Little Tammy had been waiting for.
Thomas wanted to fuck Heather, but never got to. Now, Mike was going
to fuck Tammy, and no one was going to stop him. With my hands in
front of me this time, he put a strap around my wrists and pulled it
tight, and then one right below my elbows. My hands were kind of
forced up in front of my face as though I was praying, with my elbows
touching each other. I know I was saying prayers that seemed to go
unanswered. He then positioned me on my knees and arms, and then went
to the closet, and found an old blanket. He wadded it up, and stuffed
it under my belly, and then placed a cuff on each ankle. He forced my
legs apart, and attached what he called a spreader bar between my
ankles, forcing my feet, still in their sissy socks and heels, apart.
He pulled the material off my ass, and with a yank, removed my butt
plug. Standing behind me, he grabbed my hips and positioned his
engorged cock at my hole, At this point, Tammy squirted some lube on
his cock, and with no further warning, and he rammed that huge piece of
meat up my backside. I thought I was being split by a telephone pole!
I screamed and cried into my gag, squirming around, trying to dislodge
his cock from my poor bottom. The only sounds I heard, other than
Mike’s grunting, and my crying was Heather’s laugh as she took picture
after picture of my deflowering. After a few minutes of Mike’s thick
cock sawing in and out of my poor asshole, I actually began to push
back against his thrusts, and without notice, I shot a load of semen
into my pretty lingerie. I was being fucked against my will, but I was
turned on enough to have an orgasm. I have never been so ashamed in
all of my life.

Mike finally came with a loud grunt, and pulled out of my abused
bottom. He left the room, presumably to wash up, and left me there in
pain to ponder my fate. After a few minutes, he returned, got dressed,
and released me. I was ordered to get my ass into the bathroom, use
the disposable enema on the sink, get a shower, and brush my teeth like
a good little sissy. I was given 20 minutes. I scurried into the
bathroom on rubbery legs and as I was closing the door, Mike yelled to
leave it open. I took my teddy, shoes and socks off, read the
instructions on the enema, stuck the nozzle up my butt, and squeezed.
I waited the required three minutes, and sat on the toilet letting it
all flow out in a rush. I then jumped in the shower, and with the
water as hot as I could stand it, tried to wash all of the sweat, the
pain, and the shame away. When I stepped out, there was Heather,
holding a towel for me, and wonder of wonders, she gently dried me off.
She then told that Mike had gone out for a while, and told me to wash
out my nice teddy in the sink, and hang it next to my pretty blue
panties. I was told to sit on the toilet, and she dried and brushed my
hair. She took my hand, and told me to come into the bedroom for my
nightie-nights. I had no idea what was going on, but followed my
instructions. As I walked into the bedroom, Mike was nowhere to be
seen. In spite of everything, she smiled at me, and I thought she
looked like an angel. A very sexy angel, to be sure! She told me to
lie down on the bed, and she would get me ready for beddy-bye. I lay
there, and she told me to lift my bottom, and spread my legs a bit.
“Don’t worry, sissy, I won’t hurt you,” she cooed. I did as I was
told, and she pulled some material up under my bottom, and then
proceeded to wrap it around my middle. As she pulled it tight, and
pinned it in place with large pink safety pins, I suddenly knew I was
being put in a diaper! She lifted my legs, one at a time, and slipped
a pair of pink plastic panties up my legs, and settled them in place
over the diaper. She then told me that I got to wear a pretty pink
satin nightie. She stood me up, and slid this heavenly soft nightgown
over my head, and I felt it slither down my body to the floor. She
then reached around behind my back, and did up three buttons, and then
I heard a click. I’ve locked the collar on your pretty nightie so it
won’t come off in the night, sweetie. She told me to hold out my
hands, and slipped a pair of pink satin mittens on my hands. There
were no thumbs in the mittens, and there was a thick piece of material
between the inner and outer layer of satin. She hooked these mittens
to the long sleeved cuffs of the nightgown, making my hands little more
than useless lumps, and insuring that the mittens, or the gown, would
not come off until she took them off. I was then told to lie back, and
she pulled the excess length of material over my feet. I found there
was a drawstring in the hem that she pulled and tied, leaving me in a
very pretty satin bag, and diapers. She sat me back up, and produced a
frilly satin bonnet that matched the “nightgown” and tied it on my
head. Again, she hauled out the camera, and began clicking away. She
sat down beside me and began to stroke my face. “Poor, poor sissy,”
she said, “You thought you were going to fuck a hot little chick, and
instead, you end up getting fucked. You went from man in charge, to
sissy slut, all in only 24 hours. How does that make you feel?” I
sensed that she didn’t really want an answer, but as I thought about
it, and looked down at myself, I just couldn’t stop myself. Like a big
baby, I started to cry. Great, heaving sobs escaped me, and the tears
flowed hot and free. She picked up a tissue, and wiped my eyes, and
got a tissue for my nose. Just like a toddler, I blew my nose while
she held the tissue. She stood up, removed her blouse, slipped her bra
from her shoulders, and freed those beautiful little breasts. She sat
back down, wrapped her arms around me, and just held me, and let me cry
myself out. Shifting positions, she laid my head in her lap, and bent
over my face, placing one of her nipples at my lips. I began to suck
on the nipple, and lick and kiss it for all I was worth. As she
presented one, and then the other breast for me to suckle, she began to
rub my own nipples through the satin of the gown, and then to rub my
crotch through the heavy material of the gown, plastic panties, and
diaper. I couldn’t feel much, but what I felt was wonderful. I felt
safe and loved, even though I was waiting for the pain and humiliation
to return.

After a few minutes of this wonderful respite, she got up, and went
into the kitchen, telling me to be a good little baby, and that she
would be right back. I relaxed for the first time in over twenty four
hours, and closed my eyes. I suddenly realized that I was very hungry
and thirsty, something that other concerns had pushed to the bottom of
the priority list. Only five minutes or so had gone by, when Heather
came back into the room. She was carrying one of my TV trays with some
jars and stuff on it. She sat it down, and I saw several jars of baby
food, and a baby bottle. “Oh shit,” I thought, “this is going way too
far!” She helped me sit up, tied a bib around my neck, and began to
spoon feed me. Ordinarily, having a topless young girl sitting your
bed with you and feeding you, might be considered erotic. This was
just strange. She spooned some kind of bland pureed meat, and then
pureed peas into my mouth. They were bland and nasty, but I was
hungry, so I ate. Every so often she would wipe my mouth with a cloth,
again like I was a drooling toddler. For dessert, she fed me some
pureed plums, which tasted okay. Finally, she handed me the baby
bottle, and it was filled with warm milk. I hate warm milk, and
balked. She told me, in the sweetest voice, that if I didn’t drink my
milk, she would call Mike, who would beat me, and then I would only
have a bottle of piss to drink. I wrapped my useless, mittened hands
around the bottle, and began to drink. It was milk, with some sugar in
it, so it wasn’t too bad. I had sucked most of the milk down, when I
began to feel very sleepy. Heather informed me that she had placed a
very strong sedative in my milk to help me sleep. As I was dropping
off, I heard her laugh, and she said, “It’s too bad you’re so sleepy,
because I could take your girly clothes off and let you fuck me like a
man. Ya know, I really am a virgin’ just I like told you. You could
be the first cock in my pussy. No? You’d rather sleep in your pretty
sissy nightie? Okay Sweetie, have a good sleep.” The sedative must
have been really strong, as I couldn’t even form the words to say good
night. The last thing I saw was Heather standing there, fingering her
pussy, and just staring at my nightgown clad body.

I woke up, feeling very fuzzy and drowsy. The sun was coming in from
the wrong angle, but I was too woozy to worry about that at the time.
I remembered hearing lots of banging and noise, or at least I thought I
remembered. I thought back on last night, and slowly it came back to
me. I raised my head, and sure enough, I was wearing the nightgown. I
tried to raise my hands to look at them, but they were restrained
somehow. I tried to roll over, so I could sit up on the side of the
bed, and found that I couldn’t. After I was out last night, Heather
had run a simple rope under the bed, through a ring on one mitten,
under my sleeping body, through the other mitten, and then tied it off.
I couldn’t move much at all. I tried to call out, but found that I had
something in my mouth. It was tight against my lips, but didn’t fill
my mouth like that god awful gag. I ran my tongue around it, and
crossed my eyes to see, and finally figured out that I had a pacifier
in my mouth, and it was tied off behind my head by a ribbon or such. I
tried to call out again, and at least made enough noise that someone
heard me, because the door opened. It was Heather again, but this time
she was wearing jeans and a T-shirt. She came in, and, after the usual
pictures, untied the rope, and helped me sit up. She then untied the
hem of the nightgown, and pulled it up to my knees. She made a face,
and held her nose. Suddenly, I could smell it too, and could feel it
under my bottom. I had pooped my diaper! I couldn’t help it, and just
started to bawl. Friday morning, I had been a man, looking forward to
my weekend, and my date with a beautiful girl. Now I was dressed like a
baby, with shitty diapers I had been fucked by a man while I had been
bound and gagged, and dressed like a girl. a teenage girl had pissed
in my mouth. Why? Because I had allowed it all to happen. I was
nothing more than a simpering, pathetic, sissy.

While I was crying, I had my mittens removed, and my nightie unlocked
and unbuttoned. Heather had me stand, and slid it off of me, and led
me into the bathroom, where there was a tub of hot water, all ready. A
shower curtain was on the floor, and I was told to lay down on it,
while Heather donned a plastic apron, and some rubber gloves. She
removed my plastic panties, and placed them in the sink, and then
carefully took off my diaper, and rinsed it in the toilet. She then
placed the diaper in a diaper pail, that I was sure had not been here
the day before. She wiped me, and then told me to get in the tub, and
touch up my shaving, and she would be right back. I sat in the tub,
and dutifully ran the razor all over my legs, underarms, and crotch. I
wet my face, lathered it with the cream, and made sure it was smooth,
even though I usually only have to shave every three days or so. As I
was finishing up, Heather returned, and told me to get in the shower,
and wash my hair. Again, like a programmed robot, I did what I was
told. When I got out, she was there again to dry and brush my hair.
She handed me the pink sissy panties and training bra, and told me to
put them on, after I used the lotion and the talc. Lying alongside of
these were the white shoes, and the pink sissy socks. I got dressed,
and she handed me my white peignoir, and told me to put it on. I was
told to put my hands behind my back, and the steel cuffs were once
again placed around my wrists. When I was ready, Heather gave me a
big, beaming smile, and told me that she had a very special surprise to
show me. I cringed, not wanting to see any surprise that involved me
walking around in sissy lingerie. But, since I had no choice, I
followed.

As we walked through the house, I saw the clock in the hallway, and was
shocked to see that it was two thirty. That must have been one hell of
a sedative, I thought. She led me into the spare bedroom that I had
never gotten around to furnishing. I had thought to make it a
den/library one of these days, but hadn’t gotten the money together to
do it yet. That plan was now moot. I stood at the door, and couldn’t
quite believe what I was seeing. The room had been freshly painted a
pale pink, and there was a white shag rug on the floor. There was a
white canopy bed against one wall, draped with a pink and white canopy,
and I could see pink satin sheets covered with a white satin comforter.
A matching armoire, dresser, make-up table and chair, and what I have
since learned is a lingerie chest completed the furnishings. The
armoire door was standing open, and I could see at least two dresses,
one in pink and the other in kind of a peach color, both suitable for a
little girl in. I just stood there, looking around, and took in the
details. On the dresser was a Barbie lamp, there were stuffed animals
on the bed, and there was a sturdy looking lock on the closet door.
The window had pink and white sheer curtains, and the final touch was a
border of what looked to be teddy bears in ballerina costumes around
the room at waist level. It was a heavenly room for a little girl, or
a hellish one for a trapped sissy.

Mike was reclining on the bed, wearing jeans and a T-shirt, both with
little spatters of pink paint, and he just smiled at my reaction. I
was “invited” to open the drawers of the lingerie chest, and found it
stuffed with pastel colored sissy panties, training bras, camisoles,
and sissy socks like the ones I was wearing. In the dresser were
several pairs of thigh high stockings and garter belts. Heather reached
into the next drawer and pulled out two corsets, one in white and one
in pink, both overlaid with lace of the opposite color. They would
have been beautiful and very sexy wrapped around Heather. But I knew,
they were for me. The bottom drawer of the dresser also had a padlock
on it, and I was told that there were a few pairs of “boy panties and
boy socks” there if they were needed, and that my “boy clothes” were
safely locked in the closet. These would be removed, as needed, by
either Mike of Heather for me to go to work in, and then locked away
again when I got home. I just sagged down onto the little padded chair
in front of the makeup table, and began to cry again. “Why are you
doing this to me?” I wailed, over and over again.

They said nothing until I had once again cried myself out, then Mike
spoke, ‘You are MY sissy, now, Tammy. Heather and I are moving in, and
this is your new room. I’m taking your room, and Heather is taking the
large spare room. You see, Heather is my ward, and now, so are you.
The only difference is, I don’t get to fuck Heather, but I do get to
fuck you, and whenever I want. You will go to work wearing regular
street clothes, with lingerie underneath. In the evenings and on
weekends, you will be my pet sissy and our maid. You see, I have been
planning this for a long, long time. I just had to find the right man
for the mission. You’re single, your family, such as it is, lives on
the other side of the country, and you don’t have a lot of contact with
them. You also don’t have many friends, and it seems like no close
ones. You seemed to be the right size, and I used little Miss Heather
here to check out your clothing for sizes, and realized that you were
perfect. I mean, really, how do you think I knew what size shoes to
buy you? All the panties, lingerie, and dresses I have accumulated
over the last two years should fit you very well indeed. You even own
a house in a very quiet area, with no close neighbors. So who cares
that you don’t want to do this. Your vote doesn’t count!” I just sat
there, fresh tears rolling down my face. My life was in shambles, and
these two think it’s great! Heather came up to me and undid the
handcuffs when she saw I wasn’t going to react, and told me to go to
Mike, and thank him for this pretty room, and all the pretty things.
Mike stood up, and I thought I knew what he wanted. I minced over to
him, blushing as I did, and said, “Thank you sir, for all the pretty
things, my pretty dresses, and my new panties and things,” I then put
my arms around his muscular neck, and kissed him on the lips. The kiss
was eagerly returned, and I was shocked and ashamed that not only was I
willingly kissing this man, but I was enjoying the kiss, and getting
very hard in my panties. There I went again, calling them my panties.

The rest of the day was spent in a fashion show of my new clothes. I
tried on not only the two sissy dresses, and the matching petticoats
and lingerie, but several skirts and blouses, and an ominous black
satin French Maid’s outfit, that was complete with off the shoulder
sleeves, a white pinafore apron in satin, lace cuffs, choker and
headpiece, and black sissy panties with white lace. I was also forced
to model the six nightgowns that Mike bought me, and the white, high
heeled mules that I was to wear as bedroom slippers. Of course, the
whole show was recorded for posterity by Heather, this time armed with
both digital and video cameras. I knew, right then and there, I was
trapped forever in this frilly, sissy, hell.

I had at least escaped being forced to have sex, I thought. But again,
I was wrong. While Mike was out getting some Chinese take-out, Heather
laid out my clothing for the evening. This consisted of the white
corset with the pink lace trim, white thigh high stockings, my mules,
and a pair of “special access” panties. These looked like my “normal”
sissy panties, being white satin with pink lace trim, but as an added
bonus, there was a lace trimmed hole in the back, just big enough for,
yeah, you guessed it. I put on the panties and heels, and heather then
put a pair of nylon cuffs on my wrists. These were then attached to a
short chain that went through one of the many eye bolts that were
screwed into the bed frame and posts. She placed the corset around my
waist, and pulled it snug. I wondered why my wrists were secured, when
suddenly; she put her foot in the small of my back, and pulled for all
she was worth. I could barely breathe, and she told me to take the
deepest breath I could. When I did, she pulled the damn laces even
tighter and tied them off. I could only breathe if I took tiny shallow
breaths, and new that this was going to be very, very uncomfortable
before too much longer. I was right. A pink satin robe went over the
corset and panties, and with Heather leading, I minced out to set the
table for dinner. While we were waiting, Heather filled me in on some
of the domestic details. I was expected to keep the house clean, the
dishes washed, do all the laundry, wash all of Heather’s frillies, as
well as my own, by hand, make the beds, and whatever else they wanted
me to do. If any of my chores weren’t done to either Heather or Mike’s
satisfaction, I would be punished in many ways. She detailed methods
of punishment ranging from spankings to weekend long bondage in my
diapers, to public displays, or all of the above. I knew I would have
to be a very good maid indeed!

Mike came back with the food, and I realized that I was starving! I
hadn’t had anything to eat since my baby food and bottle, tried to wolf
down everything that was put on my plate. I had trouble because of the
tight corset wrapped around me. After dinner, I cleaned the kitchen,
and went to my new bedroom to put on my makeup. While Mike watched
some TV, Heather showed me how to put on lipstick and eye shadow, and
speculated on whether I should have my lips tattooed a permanent shade
of sissy pink. I shuddered at the thought. Finally, she called out to
Mike that I was ready. She told me I had two choices. I could either
make love to Mike willingly, or I would be tied up, gagged, fucked, and
then left tied up all night, with an even bigger, vibrating dildo up my
ass. I thought about this for about two seconds, took off my robe,
turned down my bed, and lay down for my new lover. Heather handed me a
bottle of lube, and a tissue, and instructed me to get it inside, and
to use lots. I did, and wiped the excess off on the tissue, and had
just tossed the tissue into the trash when Mike walked in the room,
naked under a blood red silk kimono. I stood up, and he took me in his
arms, and kissed me, while fondling my ass through the panties, Without
being told to, I dropped to my knees, and kissed and sucked him until
his cock was as hard, and damn near as large as an oak log. He picked
me up, and put me on the bed, on my back. He took my legs, and placed
them on his shoulders, positioned that huge slab of meat, and rammed it
home into my poor bottom. Oh god how it hurt! I tried not to scream,
but I couldn’t help it. When I did scream, though, I almost passed out
from lack of oxygen, because I couldn’t take deep breaths in that
corset! Finally, though, I got somewhat used to it, and began to push
back against his thrusts. At first I was just acting, but soon I was
an active participant, meeting his thrusts and wrapping my stocking
clad legs around him, wanting all of his cock inside me. He tensed,
grunted, and filled my ass with cum, and too soon I felt his cock
soften, and he withdrew. Heather came over, and rammed a tampon in my
gaping hole, telling me that I needed to keep my pretty sheets clean.

I just laid there, actually sorry it was over, my own cock, as hard as
it could possibly be inside my panties. I was told to go to the
bathroom, and clean myself up over the toilet, and to come back, ASAP.
I walked down the corridor, my hips swaying under my robe, and I was
ashamed at how much I enjoyed being fucked. “Maybe, I rationalized, “I
just finally decided to relax, rather than fight the inevitable.” I
don’t know, but here I was, in heels and lingerie, fresh from a
fucking, after being feminized, sissified, and thrown out of my own
bedroom.

I pulled down my panties, sat on the toilet, and pulled out the tampon.
Semen leaked out of my hole, and I pushed to expel it all. Cleaning
myself with a moist wipe, I pulled up my panties, and swished back to
my new room. Mike had used the en suite bathroom in “his” new bedroom
to clean up, and was sitting in the living room. Less than an hour
later, I was back in my “special” nightgown, fresh diapers and plastic
panties, and my bonnet. My mittens were locked on my wrists, and the
hem tied off, making me a sissified baby prisoner. Heather gave me a
bottle, this time with apple juice, but without any sexual play. Ten
minutes later, the light was out, I was tucked into my slippery satin
sheets, and the only light I could see came from the Little Mermaid
night light. Instead of the elaborate rope around the bed, though, I
merely had my mittens locked together, and a light chain was padlocked
to the bedpost. They explained that I might try to steal some pants
from either Heather or Mike and escape, so I needed to be secured.
Since I couldn’t get to the potty, I needed the diapers. With no
sedative, I slept fitfully. Sunday and Monday were blurred nightmares
of housecleaning, laundry, and service. I spent the days wearing
panties and a bra, along with my high heels, catering to my new
roommates’ every whim. I ran baths, gave foot massages, made beds and
coffee. Yeah, and several blow jobs, too. By the time I was allowed
to bathe, and then be put in my diapers and nightie each night, my
legs, feet, and back were on fire.

Tuesday came, and it was up early to make breakfast and make the beds,
and then it was off to work. At work, I was like a long tailed cat in
a room full of rocking chairs. At every moment I was sure that someone
would spot my bright yellow ruffled panties or matching camisole, or
see that I had stockings under my socks. At five o’clock I had to rush
home to prepare dinner for my new “family,” and then clean up after
them. The rest of the week was much the same. Mike didn’t seem to
want anal sex during the week, and I figured he wanted more theatre
around his sex, and therefore needed more time. But, I was forced to
me knees, several times, and wherever I happened to be, to service his
cock with my mouth. Heather, though never letting me touch her, would
parade around in tiny panties and bras, or skimpy nighties, just to
watch my reactions. I had no time to myself, and spent each night in
my diapers and sissy baby outfit.

Friday evening, I was forced to dress in one of my new sissy dresses
for the first time. I put on a pair of pink frilly panties,
petticoats, then had this pink creation dropped over my head. It had
cap sleeves, was made of shiny pink satin, and dripped with lace. The
skirt was so short, that my sissy panties were on display if I even
moved, and the crinolines held the hem out away from my body. A pair
of pink patent leather Mary Jane shoes, and pink lace trimmed sissy
socks completed the outfit. I was led to the kitchen, a baby doll in
one hand, and my bottle in the other, and was shocked to see a man and
woman, sitting in the kitchen, drinking coffee! I turned red, and
tried to run away, but a sharp word from Mike about punishment made me
stop, and just stand there with my eyes on the floor. Heather led me
into the kitchen, where the woman mad a big fuss over how cute I was,
and what a perfect little sissy they had created. I was sat down, and
she produced some kind of gun, and I got very scared. Five minutes and
a fair amount of pain later, I had a gold stud earring in each ear.
“Are you sure she wouldn’t rather have little gold hearts or gold teddy
bear earrings?” the lady asked. “No,” said Mike, “That would be cute,
but the little slut still has to earn her paycheck as a man, or at
least looking like a man!” The evening ended when I was forced to eat
this woman’s pussy, and then suck her husband’s cock, right there in
the kitchen.

Saturday night, I was again dressed for “service,” this time in the
pink corset with white lace. A new pair of pink satin with white lace
trim “special access” panties and my mittens completed the outfit.
This time, I was gagged and bound in my new bed. I was tied with my
arms spread eagled to the bedposts My legs, encased again in white
stockings and heels, were clamped to the spreader bar, and tied off to
the same eyebolts as my wrists, forcing me into an uncomfortable pike
position, with my satin clad cock almost over my face. I was gagged
and this time blindfolded. I had no movement available, and Mike fucked
me for what seemed like hours before he came into my abused bottom.
The pain of my position, the pain of the fucking, the horrible
restriction of the corset, and the whole scene, once again reduced me
to tears.

Again, Heather came in to release me, and told me to get my ass down to
the bathroom and clean up. Take your special panties off and wash
them, and get back here. Even wearing a sweatshirt and jeans, she was
beautiful. Even though she had teased me over the week, she had made
no effort to even touch me, beyond her clinical diapering and dressing
me for bed. I figured I was just a maid, and a chore, for her.

I cleaned up, went back to my sissy boudoir and sat on my little
dressing chair, wondering what was coming next. I saw a note on the
mirror that told me to put on the panties that were on the bed, but
leave everything else on. I was also instructed to freshen my
lipstick, and eye shadow. I walked over to the bed, and found a pair
of beautiful white silk panties, that looked just like the blue ones
that Heather had been wearing, just the week before. These were the
first “grown up” panties that I had worn. Then it hit me; had it only
been one week earlier? I pulled on the panties and touched up my
makeup, then sat on the edge of the bed to see what would happen next.
I didn’t have long to wait. Heather floated into the room in a cloud
of sweet perfume. I was mesmerized. She was wearing a diaphanous
nightgown of pale mint green silk, that did more to emphasize her sweet
body than it did to hide it. She had a matching ribbon choker around
her neck, and looked divinely beautiful. Her hair was loose and
literally shone in the darkened room. I stood up, and realized that we
were both wearing heels, and were the same height. She walked up to
me, and we just stood there. Slowly, she wrapped her arms around me,
and we began to kiss. Our hands roamed over each other’s bodies, and
the feel of her silk on mine had me in overdrive. Still in each
other’s arms, we managed to lie down on the bed, and kept kissing and
fondling for the longest time. In the back of my head, I was waiting
for the other shoe to drop, but decided that I would enjoy what I
could, when I could. I slipped down, and freed her beautiful breasts
from the silk of her gown, and licked and kissed them, gently nibbling
and sucking on her erect and wonderful nipples. I kissed my way down
her silk covered belly, and nudged my head under the hem of her gown.
Now in a silken green tent, I began to lick her sweet, sweet teenaged
pussy, kissing, tonguing, and sucking, bringing her to I don’t know how
many orgasms before she pushed my head away.

She got out of bed, and pulled the thin straps back up over her
shoulders, and told me that I needed to be restrained if this was going
to go any further. She shushed my questions, and got out the wrist and
ankle restraints, and within moments, I was spread eagle on the bed.
When she was sure I was tightly restrained, she stood beside my bed,
and let that beautiful gown slip to the floor in a sibilant swish of
silk. Now naked, except for the ribbon around her slender neck, she
stepped out of the puddle of silk, got into bed with me, and told me
that she was going to lose her virginity right now. Let me remind the
reader that most of my sexual fantasies revolved around me being naked
and on top of a beautiful girl, and the girl is wearing sexy lingerie.
Here, I was the one in lingerie, and she was naked and on top. She lay
there, and played with my nipples; kissing them and biting them, making
me moan and squirm. She moved up and began to kiss me again, and I
kissed her back as hard as I could, without the use of my arms.
Finally, she slid down my body, and began kissing my thighs where my
stockings ended, and kissed my cock through the silk of the panties.
It was a total reversal of roles, one that I was well aware of, and
beyond caring about. After a long session of this teasing, she pulled
my panties down just far enough to free my throbbing cock, slid up my
bound body, and then slowly, ever so slowly, slid that wonderful, wet,
soft, young snatch down over it. She began to fuck me, faster and
harder, and I tried to meet her thrusts as well as I could from my
bound position. With a moan, she came again, and then I released a
load of cum that was a week in forming. I have never felt so drained,
so satisfied, so happy, or so confused. She slid off my softening
cock, and straddled my face, telling me to clean her out. She sat on
my face, and I did as asked, sucking my own cum back out of her, and
tasting again her sweet nectar. She had one last orgasm, shaking all
over, and slid out of the bed. She leaned over, and kissed me again,
and I tasted her lipstick, my lipstick, and the mingled flavors of both
of our cum. If this is what being a sissy was all about, I’m all for
it!

She left me there, bound and in my lingerie, while she pulled her gown
back on, and went to clean up and change. Five minutes later, she was
back, now wearing a robe. She released me from my bonds, running her
nails across my nipples and thighs, but when I stood up and tried to
kiss her, she turned her head and pushed me away. “Stop it,” she told
me, “while I enjoyed it, any contact between us will be initiated by
me, not you. I will tell you what you may do with me, when you may do
it, and I will tell you what you will wear. Is that clear, Sissy?” I
nodded glumly. “Now, go draw me a bath, and lay out my towel, a clean
nightshirt, and then bring a glass of apple juice into the bathroom for
me.” I hung my head, what I had thought to be an intimate connection
was just in my mind. I was nothing more than a living sex toy for both
of them. I minced my way down the hall, and prepared her bath.

It has been a full year since I was trapped in this forced sissy hell.
I have been fucked in so many different positions, and in so many sissy
outfits, I’ve lost track. Lately, I have also noticed that my nipples
are much more sensitive, and was just told that I have been taking low
dose female hormones so that I would grow little titties of my own.
That just made so very happy! I own a bunch of different bracelets and
pairs of earrings and have to make sure my jewelry matches when I’m
dressed as a sissy around the house, which is just one more thing to
remember. But I have been able to push through, and somehow deal with
this new, although very unwanted, reality. Today though, was the worst
day of my life.

Today was the first day of my “vacation.” I was shaken awake at five
o’clock, had my restraint removed, and was told to get my ass into the
bathroom, get my diaper off, bathe and put on the clothing that was
laid out in the bathroom. The night before, I was not allowed supper,
and Heather had used a bag-type enema on me, filling my bowels to the
bursting point before I was allowed to expel the mess. I was very
hungry, but didn’t have time to worry about that now. I jumped into
the shower, momentarily grateful for laser hair removal that made
shaving and waxing unnecessary. I could hear someone moving around
while I was washing my hair, and when I stepped out of the shower, I
saw my frilliest pink satin panties, and a matching training bra. I
slipped them on, and went down the hallway to my girly room. Mike was
waiting for me, and he was shaved, showered, and dressed. On the bed
was laid out my pink satin sissy dress, and its various accoutrements.
The dress and crinolines were pulled over my head, the collar of the
dress was locked, and I was back in that soft, feminine, sissy world
that I had learned to hate, and to love. I reached for my shoes, and
noticed that they were new ones They seemed to be a bit taller than
the rest of my heels. They were dyed pink to exactly match my dress,
and again, on Heather, would have been sexy. There were also two
straps on each shoe, one across the instep, and one around the ankle.
The ankle strap had another little lock, which Mike dutifully locked,
and pocketed the small key. When I stood up to go to the makeup table,
I found that the heels were indeed taller than any before, and I had to
take even smaller, daintier steps to avoid falling. As I sat on the
little chair, Mike told me to put my gold teddy bear earrings and my
teddy bear charm bracelet on, use the pink lipstick and sealer, and
just a little bit of eye shadow. Once I complied to his satisfaction,
he handed me a small satin purse. I looked at it, and then at him.
“Put your lipstick, eye shadow, and some damn tissue into the purse,
and let’s go.” Suddenly, I knew I was going to be taken out, dressed,
I mean dressed like this! Mike told me to stand up, and he slid a pair
of pink satin, thumbless mittens onto my hands, buckled them so they
would not come off, and then clipped them together. I was led to the
kitchen where Heather was waiting for us. She was dressed in a very
cute little yellow mini dress and wedge heeled sandals, and had her
purse, and what looked like a diaper bag on the table beside her. I
started to ask what was going on, and was told to shut up, or I would
be gagged, and would get no breakfast. I shut up, and was drug out the
door, and into the back seat of my own car. My seatbelt was fastened,
I was handed a bottle of milk with some sugar in it, and told to shut
up and drink.

I was at least glad it was dark and no one could see me in this frilly
sissy mess. As we drove, I started to get drowsy, and realized I had
been drugged again. We soon stopped, and I was led into a strange
house. I found myself in a basement that was set up as a rather
elegant hair salon. I was first told to lie down on a table, and had
to be helped because of the sedative. Once I was on my back, Heather
and the lady that I recognized as the one who pierced my ears proceeded
to pull off my frilly panties, and put me in a thick diaper and plastic
panties. I was sat back up, and helped off the table and into the
salon chair. This lady worked on me for the longest time but as I was
in a haze, I have no real memory of the event. I started to wake up
finally and the first thing I noticed was that I was back on the table,
having my wet diaper changed. My plastic panties were pulled back up,
and the frilly satin diaper covers were pulled on over all. They
helped me to stand up, and took me to a mirror for a look. My hair was
done in tight little ring curls, with little bangs, and I was told that
I had now had my first permanent. I just stood there, looking at the
pathetic sissy in the mirror, and broke down in tears. After
everything that had been done to me, this seemed to be the final
indignity; the final uncrossable border had been crossed.

I was led back to the van, still staggering due to my very high heels,
and the tail end of the sedative. I must have been in there for a long
time, because the sun was now up, and people were out and about. A
young couple saw me, stared at me in horror, and hurried on their way.
I just hung my head in shame.

When we got home, Mike told Heather to get me into a tight corset,
heels, and sissy socks, and put my “fucking panties” on me. She
dressed me, and bound me tight the bed with my legs over my head again
My gag was inserted, and as lay there, aching already from the bonds
and thick gag, she proceeded to pull everything a little tighter, just
to make sure I was in agony. There was no way I could move, and when
she swung that paddle against my sissy ass, I could do nothing to
avoid it. I screamed into the gag, gasping for air. Between the gag
and the corset (which was tighter each time I wore it) I was having
trouble breathing while just standing around. This was making me damn
near pass out from lack of oxygen! After about 6 or 7 hits, Mike came
in, and he must have been using some kind of cream or something as he
was harder than I think I have ever seen him, and he sawed into my poor
savaged ass for what seemed like hours. When he was done, he slapped
my ass several times until I was again crying into my gag, and bathed
in sweat. Laughing, left to clean up. Heather came back in, I was
released and allowed to bathe. Heather then told me that she wanted me
to get changed, as she had a “date.” I asked her why I had to dress
for her date, and she just laughed and told me to hush while she found
the appropriate clothes. “In fact,” she said, “just go sit in the
bathroom for the next half hour, and wait. After thirty minutes, come
back to your little sissy nursery, and put on what I have laid out for
you, and wait.” As always, I did as I was told. I mean, first of all,
what choice did I really have, and anyway, when this georgeous little
minx asked me to do something, I was like putty in her hands.

I waited for the required thirty minutes, and an extra one just to make
sure, and padded down the hall in my high heeled mules and satin robe.
Laid out on the bed was my French Maid outfit. Sighing, I began to get
dressed. This outfit had a corset that had metal fasteners up the
front, and it took me at least twenty minutes, laying on my back,
pulling with all the strength I had to fasten each of the 24 hooks. I
was finally tucked into my corset, with my tender, barely visible
breasts, with their swollen nipples made even more evident by the
corset’s action. I rolled the black stockings up my legs, and fastened
the garters to them, making sure the seams at the back were very
straight.

I put the black high heeled pumps on, and fastened the ankle strap with
a lot of difficulty. This corset was nowhere near as tight as the was
Heather and Mike laced the others onto me, but it was still very tight,
and the boning made it hard to bend over and hook the straps on my
shoes. I slid the dress over my head, using a special plastic rod with
a hook on it to pull up the zipper. I arranged the shoulders, pulled
the black satin panties with the white lace ruffles up my legs, and
settled them over my crotch and still sore ass.

Next came the accessories. A white lacy garter up my left leg, satin
cuffs, a lace covered white satin choker, and my lace cap finished my
outfit. Without being told, I put on the pink lipstick and eye shadow,
touched up my hair, and sprayed just a touch of perfume on my neck.

Finished, I sat down on the vanity chair and waited. I didn’t have to
wait very long. I could smell the delicate perfume that announced that
Heather felt sexy. She came through the door to my sissy hell, wearing
that same green silk nightgown that she had worn so long ago, when she
used me to lose her virginity. Taking my hand, she led me out of the
room, and for the first time, I was with her in her room. I had only
been allowed in here to clean, make the bed, and put away her laundry
(folded perfectly). She led me to the bed, and we just stood there,
kissing, and rubbing each other. My zipper was slowly lowered, and the
dress slid to the floor. (Oh crap, I thought, that will have to be
steamed to get those damn wrinkles out now. Boy was I a well trained,
and stupid sissy!)

We fell into the bed, and let me tell you, she was like a tiger
pouncing on prey! I ate her to countless orgasms, and she licked my
“sissy pussy,” until I thought I would scream with pleasure! The very
few times we had ever had sex, I had been bound, and once gagged, and
she had been on top. This time, she moved under me, and even though I
was in sexy lingerie, I felt more like a man than I had in the last 12
months. We came together, and after cuddling for a long time, she
moved down my body, and began to clean my soft cock with her lips and
tongue. She swung her lithe and beautiful legs over my head, and I ate
my cum from her golden cup, and we both had another orgasm.

After we lay there for a long time, kissing and cuddling, she told me
it was time for me to go to bed. I was led back to my room, and she
slowly stripped my lingerie off of me, kissing me the whole time,
paying special attention to my little titties. The diaper and plastic
panties came next, followed by a pink nylon Barbie nightgown. She
handed me a sippy cup of apple juice, which I drank down right away. I
was cuffed at both wrists and ankles, and spread eagled on the bed. I
had my pacifier placed in my mouth, and the ribbon tied behind my head.
Then, she did an odd thing. She turned on the small stereo in my room,
plugged in the headphones, and placed them over my ears, bathing me in
classic rock music. The satin sheet was pulled up over my head, and I
was told to be a good little baby girl, and go sleepies. The next
morning, I awoke, still in my nightie and a wet diaper, but I noticed
that the bonds were gone, and the headphones were off. I sat up,
confused. I got out of bed, and automatically pulled on my high heeled
mules, and went to the kitchen. No one was there, and it was almost
ten o’clock. I called out, and got no answer. I went to Heather’s
room, and the door was open, and the room was empty. I got the same
with Mike’s, I mean my bedroom. They were gone, and all of their
clothes and stuff had gone with them. I slowly made my way back to the
kitchen, and sat down at the table. There was evidence that they had
made coffee and toast, and hadn’t bothered to clean the kitchen. Of
course, that was my job, anyway.

As I sat there in my wet diaper and Barbie nightie, I noticed two
envelopes, and a flat box on the table. I opened the letter sized
envelope and read:

Dear Sissy,

As you have probably figured out, we’re gone. Let me explain a few
things to you. First of all, my name isn’t Heather, and Mike isn’t
Mike. In fact, I used to call him Dad. That’s right, he’s my old man.
Let’s see, what else can I tell you? When we met, I was a virgin, that
much was true, but when I lost my virginity to your bound sissy cock, I
was still only 15. I didn’t turn 16 until the next day.. Oh yeah, I
have to tell you that “Mike” had been tested several times, and was
clean. No Aids, no VD, nothing, so you’re safe.

Now, if you look in your checkbook, you will see that you are damn
near broke. You see, all of your sissy clothes, the restraints, the
laser hair removal, and the rest took all of your savings. Oh yeah,
and all of my new clothes, the new tires on our car, and some other
things that you don’t need to worry about. Sorry about that.

We didn’t leave you completely high and dry, I left you a little
present on the table. I hope you like it.

Love,

Heather

I just sat there, stunned. I finally looked at my bank account, and
sure enough, I was broke. Well, I still had my job, and I knew all my
bills were paid up, but just a bit over a year ago, I had almost
$9500.00 in my account, and now had about $125.00. Well, fuck it, at
least they were gone. I picked up the box, and got a nice surprise.
On top was a stack of pictures of me in my sissy finery, sucking cock,
and getting my ass reamed by Mike. There was also a small plastic bag
with a memory card in it, hopefully from the camera. A quick note told
me that she had kept only two or three pictures for a memento, and no
one would see them. I sighed, and then pulled out the tissue paper to
see what was under it. I was surprised to see the green nightgown that
she had worn the night before. I picked it up, and without thinking, I
pulled my Barbie nightie off, and pulled the green gown on. It felt
heavenly, and I could smell her sweet perfume. I realized that I was
going to miss her, even if she was the root of all of my trouble. I
then saw that there was something else in the box. Another note told
me that she had worn these while masturbating, and had cum several
times in them. I pulled out those pale blue silk panties and bra, and
brought the panties to my face, and just inhaled.

An hour later, I had taken off my diaper, showered, washed my hair, and
put the green nightgown on. I lay down on my bed, feeling the satin
sheets slither under the smooth silk of the nightgown, and began to
figure out my future. Would it be as a man, as a sissy, or…

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2 Responses to “My Sissy Submission Hell”

  1. Jessica sissy Says:

    wow I wish that happened to me.

  2. satin sissy Says:

    Well done!


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