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mall benches and laughed. I had done it! I had actually done it!
Now that it was all over, I felt a rush of adrenaline flood my
system, prompting me do something I had never dared before.
Hurrying to the bathrooms, I locked myself in one of the stalls,
stripped off my jeans, and traded my briefs for a new pair of
panties.
"Ohhh, yessss." Sighing, I softly caressed my satin-clad
cock, loving the feel of the material beneath my hands. The pair
I had on was a kind of peachy-pink, decorated with elaborate
yellow and red flowers. They felt so wonderful, so sexy, I just
wanted to stand there and feel myself forever. Instead, I tucked
the head of my erect penis back down beneath the waistband and
slipped into my jeans.
"Oh, sorry." Nodding, an imposing, older gentleman stepped
back so that I could escape the stall. He was tall, with dark
hair - probably in his early 40s - but that was all I noticed as
I slipped past him on my way to the door. I was half-afraid he'd
be able to see the lines of my panties, but was too excited to
care. Feeling rather proud of myself, I suddenly panicked as I
felt his hand come down upon my right shoulder.
"Hey!" Spinning, I pushed his hand away and stepped
backwards.
"Just wanted to give you these," he smiled. "You left them
in the bathroom."
Snatching the bag from his hand, I silently cursed myself
for my stupidity. After all I had gone through to get them, I had
forgotten my new panties on the floor. "Ah, thanks," I smiled
back. "Girlfriend would shoot me if I lost them."
"No problem." Grinning, he held out his hand to show there
were no hard feelings. Feeling guilty for having snapped at him,
I shook his hand, impressed with his powerful grip. I only hoped
my hand didn't feel as sweaty to him as it did to me.
"Thanks again."
Letting go my hand, he just nodded and walked back into the
bathroom.
***
After that close call, I spent a good hour wandering the
mall, just trying to calm myself down. Eventually, my nerves did
ease, but the slippery feel of the panties on my cock was just
too exciting to resist. "Go for it," I told myself as I passed
the drugstore. "Come on - if you can't do it now, you'll never do
it."
I had to admit I made a lot of sense. Clutching the plastic
bag in my hand, I turned into the drugstore and headed directly
for the feminine protection aisle. "Wow." From one end to the
Lie there like a good girl, and this will go much easier."
Nodding, I turned away and bit my tongue to keep from
screaming. "Unnghhh!" Feeling the first, sharp bite of the whip,
I couldn't help but gasp out in pain. This had never been a part
of my fantasy, but I reminded myself that it was no longer MY
fantasy. Clenching my hands into tight fists, I used my long
sharp nails to distract me from the pain in my ass. Strangely,
the longer she whipped me, the less it hurt. Actually, by the
time she was done, I felt more hot than hurt, and more tender
than sore.
"Mmm, I love a bright red ass on my slaves."
Darting a glace over my shoulder, I watched Sir Michael
emerge from the shadows. I hadn't heard him come down the stairs,
which meant he must have been there all the time. It didn't make
any sense, but knowing he had witnessed my humiliation only
deepened my shame. "S-s-sir. I didn't know you were there."
"Why, my pretty little sissy, that's precisely the point."
Giving a gentle tug on the string hanging out of my ass, he
grinned. "You can go now, Kara. There'll be a small bonus for you
in the morning."
"Thank you." Giving me one last whipping, she whispered in
my ear "If you want to start out on the right foot, beg to suck
his cock. He likes it when you beg."
No, there was no way I'd beg for it. I might have to submit
to him, might have to let him rape me, but I would not beg.
Turning my face away from hers, I waited to see what my temporary
master had in mind next.
"On your knees, sissy." Pointing to a spot on the floor
before him, Sir Michael added "Now." There was no change to the
tone or volume, but I could hear the power behind his words.
Before I knew what I was even doing, I rolled off the table and
knelt before him.
"Open your mouth." Just standing there, he warned "Don't
make me ask again."
I couldn't believe what I was about to do. Responding to his
commands almost on instinct, I slowly opened my mouth wide.
Afraid to even touch - never mind taste - his cock, I opened as
wide as I could.
"Very good." Grabbing the back of my head, he pulled me
roughly forward, forcing his cock into my mouth. Disgusted and
ashamed, I gagged on the torpedo of flesh, sure I was going to
throw up.
"Relax and suck," he told me, "Relax and enjoy it." It was
like he had some kind of hypnotic control over me. Despite my
every desire to spit out his cock and run, I felt myself relaxing
and my urge to gag fading. "Good, now suck it. Suck it like a
good little sissy."
Shaking my head no - as best I could - I pleaded with my
eyes. He could fuck my face, force me to swallow his dick, but he
couldn't force me to take the initiative. Maybe, just maybe, he'd
tire of my passive acceptance and lose interest in me.
Sir Michael shrugged, his massive shoulders rolling beneath
his shirt. Lowering his coarse, callused hand to my face, he
pinched my nose tightly shut. "Suck or suffocate. Your choice."
I held off as long as I could, hoping I would pass out.
Instead, I panicked and decided I needed to breathe. Steeling
myself against the taste, I let the air out of my cheeks and
sucked tentatively upon his cock. He tasted of sweat, not much
different than sucking your finger, but the musky smell was
almost a taste in itself. There was a very faint nutty taste his precum I realized with a shudder - but it wasn't as bad as I
had expected.
"Yes, that's it. Now, I want you to lick me while you suck."
Slowly fucking my mouth with short, easy strokes, he told me
"Make me feel good, and you'll feel good."
Now that I had tasted him, I figured I might as well get it
over with as soon as possible. Doing as he ordered, I marvelled
at the feel of his cock in my mouth. The taste wasn't anything
special, but the smooth, sensitive flesh felt strangely
interesting upon my tongue. To my horror, I realized that it was
a feel I might come to enjoy.
"Very good, sissy. Before long you'll love sucking cock as
much as any other girl." Smiling, he asked "Does that bother
you?"
I nodded, feeling his cockhead brush against the roof of my
mouth. The nutty taste of his precum was far more potent now, and
I knew it wouldn't be long before he came.
"Don't worry - it won't bother you for long." Bracing my
head with both hands now, he began fucking me harder. Faster and
faster, his stiff prick slipped past my lipsticked lips, ran
across my ever-moving tongue, and banged against the back of my
throat. "Shall I cum on your face?"
I started to nod, but was surprised to find myself
hesitating. I didn't want him cumming in my mouth - I didn't
think I could handle that - but I was strangely reluctant to have
him ruin my makeup. Damn, what the hell was happening to me?
Suddenly, while I was pondering that curious development, he
groaned and shot his load into my mouth.
"Unnnggkk!" Surprised, I choked down his first hot spurt,
taking it right down my throat without even tasting it. Sir
"But what?"
"I'm afraid."
"Of what?"
"I-I'm afraid I might come to like it too much." Tears in my
eyes, I told him "I'm not gay, Sir. I don't want to feel this
way."
Sir Michael chuckled softly. "Of course you're not gay, my
dear. You're responding to me just like any other girl would."
He was right. I had a woman's hairstyle, my nails were
painted, and my chest felt as sensitive as I'd always imagined
breasts would be. I'd just redone my very own makeup so he'd find
me more attractive, and I was dressed in the most feminine of
clothes. I had completely forgotten about the limp cock taped
between my legs, and I had become comfortable with the tampon in
my ass. I was a sissy - not quite a real girl, but certainly no
longer a boy.
"D-do you mean it, Sir?" He had made me this way, and I
craved his approval. Maybe, deep down, I'd always been this way,
but he had given me the freedom to be a sissy. "I so want to be
pretty. I want you to like me." Shuddering, I whispered "I want
you to love me."
"You're very pretty," he assured me, "And I like you very
much." Pinching me affectionately on the cheek, he promised "I
may even come to love you, my dear tanya."
As I heard him say the words, I felt a dampness begin to
spread between my legs. Limp and trapped between my legs, my
sissy-clit had actually ejaculated! It felt wonderful - like no
orgasm I had ever had before - and it was all because Sir Michael
approved of me as a girl. Beaming with happiness, I fell upon his
cock, sucking and slurping like the slut I was. Abandoning all my
pride and inhibitions, I made it my purpose in life to please
him, to make my master happy.
"Mmmm, unnnnhggghhh, ooohhhhhh." Bobbing up and down on his
split-slickened shaft, I moaned in ecstasy, enjoying the moment.
Despite myself, I had begun to enjoy his fucking my mouth
earlier, but this was a thousand times better. I was the one
sucking, I was the one eagerly taking him in and reluctantly
taking him out. Slowly twisting my neck back and forth, I made
love to the head of his cock, licking and sucking him like the
tastiest of popsicles.
"Arrggghhhh, soooo goooodd." Sir Michael closed his eyes and
tossed his head back in pleasure. I could tell he was enjoying my
newfound enthusiasm, and I knew the moment of climax was close.
Suddenly hungry for his mancream, I began fondling his balls
while I sucked, trying to coax out his cum. When he finally
You've got a nice tight little ass, great tits, and a mouth like
a whore. Yeah, you'll do."
Laughing, the lawyer turned to Kara and asked "Do you have
the rings?"
Nodding, she wiped a tear from her eye as she knelt between
Sir Michael and I. Facing the crowd - so they could see exactly
what was to occur - she lifted the hem of my dress, hiked up my
slip, then pulled down my panties. Taking my soft, limp sissyclit in her hand, she slipped a metal cocksheath over it, locked
it, and handed Sir Michael the key.
Ignoring the gasps and whistles of our guests - the gasps,
of course, from my friends and family - Sir Michael grinned. "We
won't be needing that," he said as he tossed it away. "I'm having
it soldered in place tomorrow anyways."
Stifling her own giggles, Kara turned to him, unzipped his
pants and pulled out his own, much larger cock. Looking up at me,
she smiled and asked "tanya?"
Nodding, I knelt beside her and eagerly wrapped my lips
around my master's cock. My ring had been cold and unyielding like my master - but his was to be soft, submissive, and pleasing
- like myself. In fact, the ring was myself. More particularly,
the ring formed by my luscious red lips.
As I knelt there, sucking away, I could hear my guests
crying out in horror and disgust. From the commotion, I gathered
someone had fainted - probably my mother - but I didn't care. My
master had deprived me of his touch, his taste for nearly a week,
and I wasn't about to let a few close-minded fools ruin my fun.
Slurping noisily, I had him hard in record time, his purple
cockhead forcing its way deeper and deeper. Rather pleased with
myself, I relaxed my throat and pushed myself forward, taking
every inch of him inside me. I'd been practicing with a dildo for
the past month, and had finally succeeded in training myself in
the art of deepthroat. I felt bad for having kept such a secret
from my master - and would beg to be punished later - but his own
involuntary gasp told me it had all been worth it.
Beaming with pride, I opened wide to swallow his balls,
marvelling at the feel of his warm, hard shaft as it slipped
deeper inside of me. Shaking with excitement, I raised my hand to
my neck, where I could actually feel the bulge of his flesh
beneath the skin. It was so erotic, so incredible, I orgasmed
right then and there, my sissy cum shooting from the end of my
metal sheath like a rocket.
Not long after, Sir Michael himself exploded, filling me
with a week's accumulation of his seed. Determined not to miss a
single precious drop, I sucked and swallowed with wild abandon,
hungry and insatiable. A few tiny streams did escape the corners
of my mouth, but Kara was quick to lick them from my cheeks.
Shaking his head in disbelief, the lawyer said "Very well.
Having fulfilled your contractual obligations, I now pronounce
you - tanya, slave-slut-sissy-wife - property of Sir Michael."
Clearing his throat, he finished uncomfortably "You may now,
ahem, p-piss the bride."
Smiling, Sir Michael looked down upon his sissy with the
pride of ownership. He had broken the boy's spirit, reshaping
first his mind and emotion, recreating him in the shape of a
girl. This sissy was his - would do anything and everything he
demanded - and the fact that she enjoyed her submission only
added to the value of his property. "Do you want it, tanya?"
"Yes, oh yes, yes, Sir!"
"Then beg." Pinching the head of his cock, he told me "Tell
everyone what you want and why."
"Please, Sir, piss all over your pretty sissy. Bless my
pretty gown, mark me with your scent." Looking towards the crowd,
I locked eyes with my father and said "I want everyone to know
that I am yours. I want them to know how much I love your cock,
and everything in it. Your piss is like the finest wine and your
cum like expensive champagne." Turning back to him, I finished
"Mostly, I want to share your golden shower because you always
give me the best fucking afterwards."
"Oh, fuck, how can I say no to that?" Laughing, he released
his hold, drowning me in a torrent of golden nectar. I could
smell the hot liquid, and taste the spray, but had to control my
urge to take him back in my mouth. Grasping my tits beneath the
white, lace gown, I thrust them into the stream, the piss-stained
fabric clinging seductively to my skin. An expensive, designer
gown from the finest of bridal shops - and it would be stained
forever. From this day forward, it would carry the yellow taint
of my master, the stink of his acidic musk - and be all the more
precious because of it.
After shaking the last little drops onto my tongue, he
reached down and pulled me to my feet. Taking me in his arms, he
kissed me long and hard, his tongue quickly beating mine into
submission. Then, carrying me over to the banquet table, he told
the assembled guests "Dinner will be a little delayed. I have a
worthless sissy cunt to fill first."
Helping him push up the fine layers of my gown, I pleaded
"Oh, Sir, please fuck me." Feeling like the dirty slut I was, I
screamed "Fuck your sissy hard!"
Grabbing my legs, Sir Michael threw them onto his shoulders
so quickly, one of my white pumps went flying across the yard. He