A Submissive Sissy

Here you'll find my favorites Sissy & Femdom stories, the best one I've ever read over the net since many years and believe me, that's a lot ! I'm also a wool fetishist, so you may come accross this type of topic around here too... Hope you'll like it !

Vonya Lee

Silly Rabbit 9

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"Honey now that you're feeling better, we need to talk about your behavior over at Gwen's house." begins Sara.

I guess I had been milking all the attention I was getting for being punched by my dickhead father. Still I'm not sure what she means by my 'behavior.'

"Yes miss?" I answer.

"Did you have a good time at Gwen's?" questions Sara.

"Yes miss. I had a great time." I did.

"Was Gwen nice to you?" she asks.

"Gwen's always nice to me miss." From the first time we met, it's true.

"Do you think Gwen is attractive?"

"Absolutely miss. Gwen is very attractive." My feelings are strong and confusing.

"Then why don't you tell me why you left her hanging each and every night." dropping her hammer.

"I didn't leave her hanging. How did I leave her hanging?" I'm in a bad place on this one. I know what she means.

"Remember your manners when you speak to me. How did you leave her hanging? I think you know what I mean. Well in case you don't, Gwen says you two were having a great time together. You would cuddle and kiss, but once Gwen tried for more you gave her the chill. That, my sweet, is what I mean by 'leaving her hanging'. Teasing, honey, it's called teasing."

"I wasn't trying to tease Gwen. Really, I wasn't," I plead.

"If you can think of another word to describe it I'd like to hear it."


Sara continues, "No? Right. It's teasing honey, you teased your friend. Somebody who has been nothing but kind and supportive to you and you tease them. What else would you call behavior like that honey? I know what I call it, I call it teasing. If a girl acted like that towards you, made out with you, let you feel her up, then put the brakes on, you'd call her a tease right?"

"Yes ... I guess ... I don't know if it's the same thing ..." I stuttered.

"Well you've told me you think she's attractive, I gave you permission, you claim it wasn't teasing, then how else do you explain such bad manners?"

"There's another reason."

"Then what is it? Please I'm just dying to know. Go on."

"You're not going to like it."

"I'm sorry, did you just tell me how I'm going to react? You don't ever dare to be so presumptuous again. Now tell me before I spank it out of you."

"I didn't want to have to clean up. I didn't want to have to eat cum." I blurt out.

"What? You didn't want to clean up? You didn't want to eat Gwen's cum? That's the reason? You didn't want to eat a little cum? You left your best friend in dire straits even after I gave you permission, because you didn't want to eat his cum? I can't believe how selfish you are. I just can't believe it."

"I'm sorry miss. I'm sorry."

"You got that right. I can't believe just how sorry you really are. You're hopeless. I swear to God, hopeless. Don't you see? You're like my representative when you're out in the world. Don't you realize how your bad behavior reflects badly on me?"

"Oh my God miss. I'm so, so sorry. I never thought of it like that. I'm so stupid. I'm really, really sorry miss."

"All because you didn't want to eat a little cum? You tease your best friend and make me look like an ass all because you were too selfish to eat a little cum? What's up with that anyway? I thought we were past all your homophobic bull shit, but I guess I was wrong. You just can't let it go can you? Everything keeps coming back to your problem with homosexuality doesn't it? I should have seen this being inevitable. You just can't let it go. What is your problem with cum anyway? You never seemed to have a problem when it was me doing the swallowing did you? No, not a peep then. How come?"

"I ... I don't know miss," stammering.

"I'll tell you why. You think it's beneath you to suck a little cock, don't you? You're all for it when you're on the receiving end though, aren't you? It's just fine to shoot your junk down some poor woman's throat, but not yours right? Apparently it's beneath you to do the same. Isn't that it, little missy? It's fine to get but certainly not to give? That sounds terribly selfish, don't you think? What crosses your mind when a woman's going down on you? Do you feel all big and powerful? Do you feel like the big man in charge, making some poor woman suck your pathetic little manhood?"

"No miss! No!" My shout brings a quick response slap from Sara across my face.

"Language sissy, language," she says calmly. "Well how do you feel?"

"I ... I don't know miss. I'm very confused." It is true. I do get very confused lately. I find it so hard trying to defend myself without using the word 'no'. I find it difficult trying to keep up and compose my thoughts properly. I guess I'm not as smart as I used to think I was. I can see all my 'false prides' as Sara calls them, so more clearly now.

"I'm confused too. I'm just trying to understand you. Who knows, maybe I already do understand you. I keep thinking there's more to you than some dumb ass homophobe with a little dick. Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe that is all there is to you. Maybe it's time for me to give up. I mean I've tried. I really have. But maybe it's time for me to just admit failure. Maybe you are the way you are and that's that. Maybe I've just been kidding myself. No wonder you look down on gay people. They do things you see as beneath you. I can't be wasting my time with a homophobe. You're a homophobe."

"Please miss! I can change! I swear I can! Please!"

"I've long since stopped expecting any kind of sexual fulfillment with you, but I thought, probably stupidly, we could still be able to bond spiritually. I don't think that's possible anymore. I need more."

'The absolute panic he shows is mind blowing. I've never seen anything like it in my life. He has no pride left at all. None. I've never seen a grown man reduced to such a simpering, bawling mess. He doesn't show a shred of self respect, his pleadings seem so primal now. I don't think he would be able to function without me. I really don't. I think he would just lay there and cry and cry and cry. I don't think he'd be able to feed himself, wash himself, nothing. All I can think about when I hear him cry are the tears I shed all those years ago. I love hearing him whimper and sob. I really do. His crying sings in my ears. I have no sympathy. Poor boy.

I let him go on like this for almost an hour. I figured he would have to stop eventually right? Nope. He just kept on crying and crying and crying some more. He would get to the point of hyperventilating just like a child does. That had to be one of the funniest things I've ever seen in my life. Here's this pathetic excuse for a full grown man crying and begging so hard, he can't even talk! 'I'm (huff, huff, sniffle), sorry (huff, sniffle, huff, huff), miss (sniffle, sniffle)' what a riot! I can't even begin to describe the rush I feel at times like these. The power is absolutely incredible. I've heard enough and decide it's time to stop the begging.'

"You can make me all the promises in the world and you know what they add up to? Zilch, nada, nothing. Empty words and easy promises come natural to you. Sure you're crying now, but what about two months from now? Three months, a year? No. I'm not going to fall for that again. You'll just go back to your old homophobic and controlling ways. No not again."

"I promise I won't. I swear. I'll do anything. Anything you ask. Please. Please. How can I prove it to you? Anything. I'll do anything."

After a long pause Sara says, "I think the only way you are ever going to change, ever learn empathy is for you to live and experience life as a homosexual yourself."

"I wish maybe I could, but I guess I can't."

"Why can't you?"

"Well ... I'm not gay."

"Who said anything about you being gay? I just said you could learn >from the experience of being perceived as gay. I think if you had to live your existence in the public eye as a queen you would learn to understand and then maybe, hopefully, you could put your bullshit, hateful ways to rest once and for all. That's what I said. I didn't say anything about being gay. See, that's what you hear. You're so defensive. It's that defensiveness that makes me think you're incapable of real change. I bet deep down you don't even think you've got a problem do you?"

"I do have a problem miss. I do. I know that. I just loose sight of it sometimes."

"See, it always comes back to focus with you. Your lack of focus. Always. You don't have the focus or the discipline for real change."

"I don't. I don't miss. But you do. You have the discipline and focus. You can make me. I'm sure you can. You can force me. I'm your sissy. Please make me."

"I don't 'have' to do anything. And what do you know about being 'my sissy'? 'My sissy' isn't some selfish, uptight, Catholic homophobe. 'My sissy' would never have put me in such an embarrassing situation as you have."

"You're right miss. Of course you're right. That's why I need your help. I need to live a gay lifestyle miss. It's the only chance I've got to change. I need to do this so bad. Please you've got to help me. Please."

"Are you serious?"

Sensing an opening I push hard, "Miss, I've never been more serious in my life. I need to do this. I want to do this. I think you are one hundred percent right. I need complete immersion therapy. I can change. I swear to you on all things, I can change. I just need some extreme treatment. But I know it will work. Oh please miss! Please! Please just give me one chance at immersion therapy. One try. One. If it doesn't work ..."

"That right there is why I don't think it will work, 'If it doesn't work ...' You're already giving yourself an out."

"No miss !" I blurt out and get a slap for it. "I'm sorry miss. It's just that I'm not giving myself an out. I was giving you an out."

"How would you set up so that you didn't have an out?"

"You would set it up so that I didn't have an out. I couldn't set it up myself. You would have to be in charge."

"You would have to sign over full and absolute legal control and stewardship of your life to me."

"I will do that. Gladly."

"Absolute control."

"Absolute control. Absolutely. I need you to have it."

"You are going to do exactly everything I tell you to do. You will have no say whatsoever. None. You will be my toy, and only my toy, do you understand?"

"Oh yes! Yes! Please! I'll do anything you say."

"Yes you will. You will do absolutely everything I say."

"Absolutely everything you say."

"How do I know you're not just saying what I want to hear?"

"I mean it from the bottom of my soul."

"Fuck the bullshit words. You need to prove it. If your intentions are pure then you shouldn't have any trouble enduring a 'sincerity' test."

"My intentions are pure miss."

"We'll see. We'll see. After the 'sincerity' test, I'll give you the choice of continuing on to my immersion therapy treatment or, if you're not capable, you can leave my house and leave for good. If at anytime during the test you can't take it, all you have to do is say the word 'enough' and the test will stop. You will of course have failed the test and will have to leave the house for good."

"Please miss, I'll endure anything, gladly."

'All I could do was smile when he said that. A flood of pure sadism washed over me. He just opened a Pandora's box of change for both of us. The next three days and nights, Chris endured the darkness in my soul. Three straight days and nights of non stop gay and tranny porn playing on all four walls, working flawlessly. He spent hours bound in compromising positions before the fucking machine. I went further than even I could have imagined and honestly, it was amazing. He slept in bondage, woke in bondage, endured vicious beatings and some serious ass fuckings all the while in bondage. I did some bad, bad things. Whipping the soles of his feet, the palms of his hands, hot waxing his cock, we reached new heights. I experimented with a little cock and ball torture, but I started getting nervous. I realized how easy it could be to do some serious damage. The last thing I need is to get a hospital contacting social services.

I changed too. The things I did, the feelings I felt, changed me. One unexpected change is the way I feel and see Chris now. The more debasing, the more degrading the treatment I inflicted on him, the more he accepted it. He took it all with the bliss of a martyr. He could have quit at anytime and ended his intense suffering, but he never flinched, never hesitated. Funny thing is, he made me love him again. Not like before, God no! He's done forever as a functioning man and I'm done with men as anything more than fuck sticks, so no not like before. I love him like I do my other pets. He's my little sissy slave pet.'

I wake to Sara sitting next to me on the examination table. I must have seemed apprehensive because first thing she does is try and calm me. I have no idea how long I've been asleep but it's been awhile. I can't move. I'm frozen in place between two layers of vacuum sealed latex. First thing I notice is the quiet. I don't hear the porn. I don't see the porn either. I see just plain walls. I'm confused, but I accept confusion more readily now. Looking at how beautiful Sara is, I feel so blessed. She's so beautiful. The look in her eyes gives me the feeling that the storm has passed.

"How are you doing?" she asked.

"I'm thirsty miss."

"Of course you are. Let me get you something."

She returns with a sippy cup, putting it into my mouth. I'm nervous at first, but taste that it's apple juice.

"Thank you miss," as she pulls the straw away.

"You're welcome," she says setting down the cup. "Well then it's been a very eventful few days hasn't it? Much has happened. How are you feeling about everything and be honest. Do you still love me?"

"Yes miss. More than anything."

"I love you to." For the first time, in a long time, she meant it.

"Did you enjoy the last couple of days?"

"I don't know if 'enjoy' is the right word. But yes, I did. I did."

"I'm a sadist."

"Yes miss, you are."

"And you enjoyed it, so what does that make you?"

"Fucked up?"

She laughed, "Yes that too, but more specifically?"

"A masochist I guess."

"Tell me honestly exactly how you felt during the past few days."

"That's tough. I guess I was scared. Scared bad. Real nervous too. Exhilarated. Like I was on the world's scariest roller coaster. I feel like I accomplished something. I never would have been able to go through all that if you didn't make me."

"You could have quit at anytime."

"No I couldn't have. Quitting meant leaving you and I'm never going to do that ever again. As long as you'll have me."

"Our relationship didn't work before because neither of us knew what our true roles were. Now we know."

I realized just how right she was. I knew my role.

"You're not ever going to be my boyfriend ever again. You're going to be my sissy slave aren't you?"

"Yes miss!"

"You're going to give up everything to be with me aren't you?"

"Yes miss, absolutely!" Even though he heard every word she said, 'be with me' hit him like an adrenaline shot straight into his heart.

"I'm a sadist and you're a masochist. You need me."

"Oh God yes! I need you more than I need air!"

"I'm going to treat you like shit and you're going to love it isn't that right?"

"Yes please miss! Please treat me like shit. I love you so much!"

"You're going to be my pet, my toy. I'm going to do whatever I want to you and you're going to smile through it all. You're going to do absolutely everything I tell you to do and be thankful to be doing it. You want to eat my shit don't you?"

"Yes miss I do," disgusting myself knowing I would.

"Good sissy. You don't have a name anymore. You are just plain 'sissy'. Chris dies right this very moment. Chris is dead, say it."

"Chris is dead."

"Good sissy. Chris is dead. You are simply sissy. We'll think of a good name for you but until then you are what?"

"Sissy miss," I declare.

Sara releases the vacuum seal on the bed.

"This will all be for the best. We still have to deal with your homophobia. I tell you how we're going to deal with it. We're not putting up with it. It no longer exists. Your homophobia dies with Chris. You can leave behind all your bull shit. You're lucky. You're getting a clean slate. All your crap dies this very moment. Now tell me how much you love cum."

"I love cum miss, I do."

"Kneel on this and lean forward," she says indicating the stockade. "Tell me how bad you want to taste some cum." she continues.

"I want to taste cum real bad miss," I plead as I kneel on the pad and lean forward.

Closing the top and sliding the lock, Sara says, "well then aren't you lucky. Donal? Won't you come in here please."

A young lanky, red haired guy comes into the room. I panic, but can do nothing. I've never had another man see me like this. I freak.

"Donal here is a friend of mine and soon, very soon, he's going to become a friend of yours," says Sara.

Then right in front of me, she begins kissing him. They're tonguing each other as Sara works his buckle loose. His pants slide down, exposing a pair of red jockey underwear with an unmistakably huge bulge showing. Sara's hand begins caressing the bulge, until eventually working under the shorts. She slides them down and he shimmies them off exposing a massive cock. Sara slides to her knees and takes the stiffening cock into her mouth. She slides back and forth on the growing cock, inches from my face.

"Now your turn. You better do it and do it well," she said.

Donal turns towards me and presents his hard cock to my lips. To my shame my lips slowly part and I try to shield my teeth from the rod I'm starting to absorb. He slides his cock past my lips until I choke. He pulls back, then grabs me by my ears and plunges his cock in deep. I gag but he holds still.

"Don't you dare bite me," the first words he's spoken.

He starts to pull back, then slowly back in. In no time he's pumping himself back and forth, deep down my throat. Suddenly he grabs, holds tight and lets go. I taste salty, thick cum forcing itself deep down my throat. I had no choice but to swallow each and every dribble.

"Did you like that sissy?" asks Sara dripping, pure sarcasm.

"Yes miss, I did," feeling a little sick to my stomach and more than a little disgusted.

"Good. Michael?"

In walks a good looking, twenty something. Looking just like some college kid.

"This is Michael. He's here today to help you get all that yummy cum you love. You do love cum right?"

"Oh yes miss, I do," I lie.

"Then Michael, why don't you feed sissy some of the yummy cum. Go on, don't be shy. Sissy doesn't bite. Do you sissy?"

"No miss," I answer ashamedly.

Soon enough I had a second rock hard cock pumping in and out of my mouth. This kid really got into it, too much so. His cock was even bigger. I can't say how big it was, must have been ten inches. After what seemed forever he too grabs me by the ears before pumping another load down my throat. I swear the taste is different, less salty, slightly pungent maybe.

"Wow, you do love cock don't you?" she taunts.

"Yes miss, I love cock!"

"Then thankfully I planned ahead. Rodney will you come in here please?"

In walks a tall, lean black guy, probably mid thirties. He's only wearing a t-shirt. He's got his pants off and he's been playing with himself because he's already got a huge hard on, and I mean huge. I've seen cock's like this in gyms but, my God, it's huge. I'm scared to death as it makes its way right for me. As I'm staring in fear at this monster hovering millimeters from my nose, he grabs me by the chin forcing my mouth into an 'o'. He smears something thickly on my lips. As soon as he's done wiping me with whatever it is, his monster cock slides easily over my greased lips. I'm gagging, as my mouth fights to accept this horrible invader. He couldn't care less about my struggles. He's just finding his groove. It's like trying to swallow a salami.

"You're doing so good sissy. Don't you wish you had done this with Gwen? If you had done it with Gwen you could have done it out of bondage. You like bondage though don't you? As much as you like cock? No I didn't think so. You sure do love cock. Doesn't she love cock Rodney?"

"Oh yeah," responds a satisfied Rodney, pumping away on my face.

"Look! It's our friend Donal, sissy. Hi Donal. You look like you're ready to go a little more."

"I am. Watching this is getting me so hot."

"Well sissy is tied up at the moment. At least at one end. The other end is free. Would you like to use sissy's other end? Sissy you wouldn't mind would you? Maybe try it sober for a change? What do you think? Ok good, that's what we'll let Donal here do. Donal have a go at her."

Before I knew it, Donal was getting positioned behind me. Rodney kept thrusting away at my face, behind me, out of my sight, Donal began to push his way into my loosened ass. In short order, I was taking real cock in both my mouth and ass at the same time. Two men were using me.

I was in a erotic trance as they changed positions on me. Soon Michael was back and joining in. The three men rotated turns in my ass and mouth. I've never felt such lust as I did being used in a rotation of three men. All the while Sara just lay back on the couch, playing with herself. I am a sissy slut. Thank God.