Date: Sun, 01 Feb 1998 20:47:14 PST
From: Beverly Mertrix <sissipus@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Sissy's Adjustment (fdom, tg, bi)

                           A Sissy's Adjustment
                               by  Sissipus
                                   * * *
     As I stepped up and rang the doorbell, I was so nervous I
was literally shaking. Not only did I feel self-conscious,
dressed as I was, but I had no idea what awaited me on the other
side of that door.
     Lonely, depressed and fed up with the drunks, single mothers
and cheap hookers who seemed to frequent the local bar scene, I
had decided to try a personal ad. I didn't want to deal with the
cost and hassle of placing my own ad, so I just replied to a few
that had caught my interest. While most of the people turned out
to be either insincere or just not my type, one woman turned out
to be just what I was looking for. Which was quite surprising.
                                   *
              SWF, early 30s, seeks closet sissy in need of
             proper training. Under my stern supervision you
               will soon learn to obey my  every whim and
              anticipate my every desire. You must be very
              submissive, but inexperienced, as I prefer to
             work with a blank slate. Bi curious preferred,
                        but will adjust to suit.
                                   *
     As much as her ad had intrigued me, I never would have replied
if not for the magazine's special offer. You see, if you replied to
five ads, you got a sixth free. Yup, you guessed it - she was the
freebie.
     After exchanging a few letters - all of them shockingly
explicit - she had decided it was time for us to meet. When I say
'she decided,' I mean just that. Either I agreed with her decision,
or it would all be over. Well, I wasn't sure I wanted to take this
little fantasy all the way, but I couldn't resist the temptation to
at least see what she looked like. Besides, if I decided I wasn't
interested, I just wouldn't see her again.
     Anyway, that's how I ended up on her doorstep, wearing a pink
bra, panties, and stockings beneath my grey track suit.
     As I stood there, waiting for her to answer, I looked around
myself and sighed in relief. I had been afraid she would turn out
to be some deviant living in the slums, but this was a very nice,
very secure neighbourhood.
     "Yes?"
     Startled, I spun around to confront my Mistress. She was
gorgeous! About 5'9 in bare feet, she had long red hair, bright
green eyes, and a voluptuous figure. Her face showed very little
makeup, but what was there highlighted her features perfectly. Why
she would need to resort to a personal ad was beyond me.
     "Ah, hi." Swallowing loudly, I remembered our letters and how
I was supposed to address her. Kneeling upon the cold, concrete
porch, I bowed my head and whispered "Your pardon, Mistress. A
slave offers you his humble greetings."
     "Is that all?"
     Her voice was soft and very feminine, but a bit cold. For some
reason, that turned me on. My mind spinning desperately, I tried to
remember what else I was supposed to say. "I beg your forgiveness,
Mistress. I also offer myself into your control, to do with as you
will."
     "Hmm." Her lips pursed in thought, she regarded me with her
incredible eyes. "Very well," she said at last. "First, get rid of
that ridiculous outfit." When I hesitated, she barked "Now."
     "Now, Mistress?" My face red with embarrassment, I looked
around to see if anyone was watching.
     "Now." Reaching down, she grabbed my head and firmly turned my
gaze back upon her feet. "Only my wishes, my opinions, my attention
should concern you," she admonished. "The rest of the world does
not matter. Now, do as I say, or leave."
     I couldn't chicken out this early. Experiencing a guilty
thrill as I undressed, I stripped down to the frilly underthings
she had commanded I wear. "Please, Mistress," I begged, "Forgive a
sissy's delay."
     As I undressed, she took my tracksuit, shoes, and socks and
placed them in a garbage bag. Handing me the bag, she commanded
"Put this trash where it belongs. A proper sissy should be ashamed
to own such drab masculine clothing."
     The sixty feet to the end of the driveway and back was the
longest walk of my life. Even dressed in my frilly pink lingerie,
I knew that I still looked every bit the man. My hair, my face, my
build - they all screamed out to the world that I was a man. Even
assuming you could overlook all that, the erection poking up past
the waistband of my panties was a dead giveaway. Hurrying across
the black asphalt, I couldn't help but feel that the entire
neighbourhood was watching.
     "Awful, truly awful," Mistress complained upon my return. "You
will soon learn that there is more to being a sissy than just
looking the part." Leading me inside, she shut the door, locking it
behind us. For some reason, that quiet little 'click' drove home my
predicament more than anything else.
                                   * * *
     "A sissy bids good morning, Mistress." Not yet used to my
restraints, I had to concentrate very hard on not spilling the
Mistress' breakfast. She had bound my ankles together with a thin
strip of pink nylon, leaving just six inches of slack between them.
As soon as I learned to sway my hips in time with my steps, my walk
would become not only more feminine, but more comfortable as well.
     Sitting up, Mistress settled into the padded headboard of her
luxurious bed. As she pulled upon the golden rope to her right, the
silk screening lifted away, allowing me access. Laying the tray
over her thighs, I was very careful not to touch. I had learned
that lesson during my first five minutes. Afraid that I had
displeased her with my hesitations outside, I had tried to kiss her
feet in apology. Furious, she had slammed me to the floor, digging
her stiletto heel into the small of my back. She made sure I knew
exactly how I had displeased her, then administered ten hard slaps
across my pantied ass.
     "Mmm . . ." Savouring the scrambled eggs, toast and coffee,
she nodded slowly. "Adequate, my sissy, adequate."
     That was the first praise I had received from her in two days.
Glowing with pride, I lowered my head and replied "Thank you,
Mistress. A sissy is pleased to have served well."
     Finishing her breakfast, Mistress motioned for me to take the
rest away. "As soon as you have finished with your morning chores,
run me a bath and then report back here." Calling me back from the
door, she warned "Be quick about it."
     "Yes, Mistress." A little concerned with how quickly (and
easily) I had taken to my new role, I bowed low and backed out of
the room. Up to now, my submission had involved nothing more than
wearing lingerie while doing housework. It carried a certain
thrill, sure, but I had imagined so much more. Oh well, it had only
been two days, and I'm sure she only wanted to be sure I could
serve before investing any time in my transformation.
                                   * * *
     As I helped her into the soft, plush, black velvet robe,
Mistress commented "Your progress has been satisfactory, my sissy."
Tying the robe closed herself, she began to turn, signalling that
I should prostrate myself before her. "You humble yourself
automatically," she smiled. "I like that."
     "A sissy finds it only natural, Mistress. To do otherwise
would be to offend." Kneeling, naked, on the cold damp tiles, I
meant every word of it. As new as I was to the game of submission,
I could recognize instinctively that she commanded such
subservience.
     "That is appropriate." Wrapping a towel around her gorgeous
tresses, she told me "Empty the tub and prepare another bath. It is
time to coax your sissy from your closet."
     Excited, I moved swiftly to comply.
     "Hold that thought," she whispered. Considering the matter for
a moment, she amended "My dirty bathwater may be more than you
deserve, but perhaps you'll be able to absorb some femininity from
it. Add some hot water and bubbles only."
     "Yes, Mistress. A sissy is honoured and pleased to share."
Again, I spoke the truth. The idea of languishing in the water that
had so recently caressed her most intimate parts excited me
greatly. So much so, I had to hide my erection against the side of
the tub as I followed her instructions.
     Ten minutes later, I was the one lying in the tub, being
attended to by the Mistress. Having temporarily removed the bonds
from my feet, she lathered me up with a woman's shaving cream. The
feel of her hands running up and down my legs felt fantastic, and
I found myself unable to control my erection.
     Signing, Mistress roughly brushed my cock aside as she
continued lathering me up. "Worry not, my sissy," she told me.
"Before long, that masculine obscenity will be but a memory."
     Once she had me lathered up, Mistress quickly and efficiently
proceeded to shave me with a series of ladies' razors. For some
reason, I found myself ashamed that my hair was so thick and
coarse, forcing her to go through so many razors.
     "A sissy apologizes for ruining the Mistress' razors," I
pouted.
     "Fear not, my sissy," she assured me. "Before long, you will
not have that problem." What that meant, I had no idea, but rather
than being frightened, I was excited by the mystery.
     Once she had shaved my legs clean, the Mistress also shaved
around my cock (including a delicate dance across my sac), my arms
and underarms, my chest and my face. By the time she was done, the
only hair I had left was on top of my head. She had even shaved off
my eyebrows, which should have bothered me, but didn't.
     "There," she smiled, "Doesn't the sissy feel better to be
relieved off all that disgusting man-hair?"
     "Yes, Mistress. A sissy thanks you for making it possible."
     Mistress just nodded, as if my gratitude was completely
expected. Now that I had been shaved, she washed me down with the
same sweet-smelling liquid soap I had used upon her. Not only did
it smell great, but it felt great too. I swear I could feel my skin
tingling beneath it, and I loved the sensation.
     "There we are, my sissy," Mistress smiled as she helped me out
of the tub. "Soon your skin will be as smooth and hairless as my
own." Gently patting me dry, she assured me "Already I can see a
difference, although it is only a hint of things to come."
     She was right. Maybe it was just the strangeness of being
hairless for the first time since puberty, but I thought I looked
more feminine already. And, when I stole a quick caress of my leg,
I shivered in delight, feeling more feminine as well. Until
responding to her ad, I'd only entertained the very rare, very
tame, fantasy about such a transformation. Now, here I was,
thoroughly enjoying it. As Mistress led me into my bedroom, my only
regret was that I had waited so long to enjoy this strange new
world.
                                   * * *
     Later that day, shaved and cleaned, with my face freshly made-
up and a long, blonde feminine wig upon my head, Mistress presented
me with my uniform. First was a pair of skin-tight, flesh-coloured,
latex panties with an unusual pocket in the crotch. As I quickly
learned, that pocket was to hold my limp penis, effectively hiding
the most glaring evidence of my masculinity.
     Next came a pair of prosthetic breasts set in what I can only
describe as kind of halter-top. It came down over my head, with
holes on the side for my arms, and fit tightly around my chest.
Under all but the closest scrutiny, it would look like the breasts
were my own.
     "They are an unfortunate necessity," Mistress lamented, "But
soon, my sissy, you will have breasts of your very own."
     Next came a matching powder blue bra and panties, followed by
a pair of white fishnet stockings. Over top went a french maid's
outfit, fashioned out of fluorescent pink rubber, the skirt of
which was obscenely short. To top it off, Mistress tied a white
lace apron around my waist and helped me into my white pumps. The
heels were only a half-inch high, but she assured me that their
height would increase as my talents improved. For now, I still had
to wear the nylon strip keeping my feet together.
     "There, my pretty," Mistress smiled. "What does the sissy
think?"
     Staring at my reflection in the mirror, I couldn't believe it
was me. Not only did I look very feminine, I felt it as well. They
say that clothes make the man, and I can assure you that the same
certainly goes for the sissy. "Mistress," I gasped, "A sissy . . .
doesn't know what to say." Turning and posing for the mirror, I
giggled "Sissy loves what Mistress has done." Dressed as I was, the
girlish giggle just came naturally to me.
     "That is only natural, my sissy." Pleased, Mistress led me
over to the couch, watching carefully to see how I manoeuvred in
the heels. "Your walk is improving as well," she smiled.
     "Thank you, Mistress."
     Returning to the coldly feminine voice of authority I was used
to, Mistress said "Before you are allowed to progress any further,
I must lay out your duties and responsibilities." Counting off the
points on her fingers, she explained "First, unless otherwise
instructed, you shall be in uniform at all times. Second, when not
serving me directly, you shall maintain this house as befits your
Mistress. That includes cooking, cleaning, laundry, and so forth."
     "Yes, Mistress," I replied when she stopped. "A sissy
understands."
     "Good. Thirdly, you shall always endeavour to maintain your
femininity. Anything masculine in your appearance, mannerisms, or
even thoughts shall be punished. Fourth, you shall avail yourself
of any and all avenues to improve and expand your femininity."
     Again, I sensed it was my turn to speak. "Of course, Mistress.
A sissy recognizes that this is only natural."
     Nodding, she continued. "Fifth, when serving my intimate
sexual needs, you shall not become aroused without permission. You
are here to please me, to serve me, and to satisfy me. Your
pleasure does not concern me."
     "A sissy's needs only the pleasure of knowing the Mistress is
served." It was an automatic response, but I found myself meaning
it. I had entered into this relationship craving sexual
satisfaction, and here I was agreeing to forgo it. It made no sense
but, inexplicably, I had no regrets.
     "Sixth," Mistress continued, "You have no equals. Everyone is
above you and deserving of your submission. I entertain guests on
a regular basis, and you shall serve their needs as you would serve
my own. If so commanded, you shall even serve the needs of those
who serve my guests."
     "A sissy understands, Mistress. Proper submission must by
nature be absolute."
     "Very observant, my sissy." Pleased, she continued. "Lastly,
and most importantly, you shall obey me in all matters. As a sissy,
you possess no will of your own. No matter what I command, you
shall obey swiftly and to the best of your ability."
     "Yes, Mistress." It was a big step to agree to this all-
encompassing final rule, but as a sissy I had no choice. "A sissy
exists only to serve and obey."
     "Very good." Standing, Mistress stepped forward to hover over
my kneeling form. "Now that you are aware of what is required, do
you wish to serve? Do you wish to have the sissy inside you freed?
Do you wish to renounce your old life forever?"
     "Yes, Mistress, yes," I squealed in delight. Submitting
totally, giving myself over to her in all ways was like a drug. She
was offering freedom not only from my life, but from the world. Not
longer would I have to worry about the menial concerns that had
seen me sink into depression. I could now see that any other
solution would have been only temporary. Deep inside me, I was
meant to fulfil the role she was offering. "A sissy understands,
fully, and for the first time. Without the Mistress, sissy is
nothing."
     "I am pleased." Smiling, Mistress bade me rise and follow her
upstairs. Removing her bathrobe, she lay down upon the bed and said
"Now that the sissy in you has been freed, it is time for the sissy
to serve."
     Yes! This was the moment I had been waiting for. Simply
knowing that I was about to serve the Mistress' most intimate needs
made me feel orgasmic. I knew now that, with the satisfaction I
would take from my submission, I would have no need of sexual
release.
     "Want you are going to do, my sissy, is please me orally. You
will lie between my legs and use your mouth to bring me to orgasm
again and again and again." Holding up a hand to check my
enthusiasm, she warned "You are to serve me in this manner until I
tell you to stop. Even if I fall asleep, you are to continue.
Understand?"
     "Yes, Mistress, a sissy understands and is eager to obey."
     "Very well." Spreading her legs wide, she ordered "Begin!"
     I literally dove between her legs, my rubber maid's uniform
sliding easily across the satin sheets. Scrambling up the mattress,
I took a moment to inhale the intoxicating musk of her pussy before
locking my lipsticked lips to her labia.
     "Gently, gently," Mistress ordered. Slapping me away, she
scowled "You are not some rough, masculine brute. You are a
submissive, feminine sissy. Act like it."
     "Yes, Mistress. A sissy is sorry, Mistress."
     "Continue."
     This time, I forced myself to take my time and to prolong the
experience for her. After all, she was all that mattered. It was my
job to bring her slowly to orgasm, and only then to let loose my
enthusiasm, not for myself, but to insure the intensity of the
moment for her. I began by licking gently up and down the outside
of her labia, using only the tip of my tongue. As her juices began
to trickle deliciously into my mouth, I began kissing her lips,
taking them between my own lips and gently massaging them with my
tongue.
     "Mmmm, much better, my sissy . . ."
     By now her trickle had become a steady flow. Loving the taste,
I knew I had to seek out the source, albeit gently. Transferring
the caress of my tongue to the inside of her lips, I danced all
around her hole, afraid of moving too fast. Surrounded by the heat
of her sex, I forgot all else. The sounds, the tastes, the smells,
they were all that mattered. They told me that the Mistress was
pleased, and that was all the reward I required.
     "Oooohhh, my sissy . . . you are a quick learner." Slipping
her fingers into my hair, she pulled me close, urging "Deeper, my
sissy, deeper. I want to feel you inside . . ."
     I was only too happy to obey. Tracing an ever-shrinking series
of circles around her pussy-hole, I waited for her to pull me close
once again before penetrating that magnificent orifice. Opening my
mouth wide in an obscene kiss, I plunged my eager tongue deep
inside, tasting her pungent juices. A first, I just licked in and
around, but before long was fucking her with my tongue. Alternately
flattening it out and rolling it up, I plunged in and out, faster
and faster.
     When I sensed the Mistress was nearing her climax, I slowed,
then removed my tongue to bathe her labia once again. I knew from
my limited experience that the more times I could bring her to the
brink, the more intense her eventual orgasm would be.
     We must have gone on like this for close to an hour, although
time no longer held any meaning for me. Trapped between her sweaty
thighs, with my face buried in the delicate beauty of her sex, I
was truly content. Knowing that my efforts were bringing the
Mistress pleasure, I was pleased as well.
     "E-e-enough," Mistress panted. "Do it, finish me off."
Groaning, she tilted my head upwards, directing me towards the
final prize.
     Breathing heavily myself, I slowly removed my tongue from her
hole and traced a wet, juicy path to her swollen clit. Amazed at
the size, I kissed the tip softly before taking it between my lips.
Alternately sucking and licking, I made her clit the centre of my
entire universe.
     "Oh . . . ohhh . . . unnggg . . . good, my sissy . . . soooo
good." Her voice no better than a whimper now, Mistress was
frantically bucking her hips up and down off the bed, fucking my
mouth with her clit. At the same time, she had tightened her hold
on my head, holding me close.
     Sensing she was on the brink, I knew it was time to take her
over the edge into bliss. Sucking her delicious little clit deep
into my mouth, I covered my teeth with my lips and bit down softly.
If her screech was any indication, she was enjoying it. Steadily
increasing the pressure, I began roughly flicking the tip with my
tongue.
     "Oh - oh - oh . . . sissy sissy sissysissysissysissySISSY!" As
Mistress exploded, she clamped her thighs tightly shut, as if she
feared I would back away. Not a chance! Her orgasm was flooding my
face with wave after wave of pussy juice, so much that I could
easily imagine myself drowning in it. Nevertheless, I didn't let up
until she finally collapsed, spent, upon the satin sheets.
     "Is Mistress pleased?" I grinned, makeup smeared across my
face.
     "Mmm-hmm. Mistress is very pleased." Reaching down, she wiped
a healthy dose of pussy juice from my chin, then licked her fingers
clean.
     "Mistress tastes divine," I smiled. "A sissy is fortunate."
     "Yes, you are. Don't ever forget that." Sighing, she began
playing with her magnificent tits as she commanded "Get back to
work, my sissy. Mistress isn't done cumming yet."
     With a grin, I dove back between her thighs, knowing that this
time would be even better than the first. I now knew what she
liked, plus I had a generous supply of her juices to clean from her
lips as I began.
                                   * * *
     "Hey there, pretty thing. You must be the sissy I've heard so
much about." Grinning, the tall, middle-aged gentleman slapped my
ass and made sure to brush against my front as he passed. "Where is
that wicked bitch of yours?"
     His disrespectful comments made me angry, but I could not
bring myself to correct a superior. Mistress deserved better, but
it was not my place to tell either of them that. "Mistress," I
said, with emphasis, "Is in the den."
     Locking the door behind him, I ran quickly after our guest,
proud of the fact that the sexy, feminine walk was my own. Mistress
had removed my bonds over a week ago, and I had just graduated to
a two-inch heel that morning.
     "Derek! So glad you could make it." As I stepped into the den,
I saw Mistress embrace our guest affectionately. Clearly, they were
well acquainted. "Have you met my sissy?" she asked, releasing him.
     "Sure did, although she seemed to take offense at my calling
you a wicked bitch." At that, the two of them shared a laugh.
     "Ah, the truly devoted can be a hassle a times, but they do
manage to make up for it in sooo many ways." Inviting him to join
her on the sofa, Mistress told me "You may return to the kitchen,
my sissy. I expect dinner to be ready, promptly, at 6:00."
     "Of course, Mistress." Bowing, I backed out of the room,
uneasy about Derek, but unable to do anything about it.
                                   * * *
     "Damn, that was one fine meal." Leaning back in his chair,
Derek belched loudly.
     "See, my sissy," Mistress smiled, "I wasn't lying about your
culinary skills." Turning to our guest, she explained "Sissy was
most concerned that her cooking would not please me. She had
confidence in her other duties, but this one bothered her for some
reason."
     "Come here, pretty." Pushing his chair back, Derek motioned
for me to sit in his lap. I was reluctant, but knew better than to
refuse. I rarely gave Mistress cause to punish me, and for good
reason. No two punishments were the same, and the fear of what she
might come up with next was almost as great a deterrent as the
punishments themselves.
     "Did Master really enjoy sissy's cooking?" I asked.
     "Sure did." As his rough hands caressed my stockinged thighs,
I felt an unwelcome thrill at his touch. On the one hand, part of
me was overjoyed that he saw me not as a costumed man, but a
natural sissy. On the other hand, I couldn't completely make myself
forget that I was just that - a man in a costume.
     "A sissy is pleased."
     Laughing, Derek shifted in his seat. Suddenly, I could feel
his semi-erect cock beneath my ass. "You know, I never did see you
eat a bite. What's the matter, ain't you hungry?"
     "A sissy does not eat with those to whom she owes her
submission," I explained. "A sissy is content to feed, alone, upon
whatever remains after Mistress and Master have fed."
     "Hmm, why don't we break that rule, just this once?" Squeezing
my leg, he offered "I have a treat for you, complete with a creamy
white filling." When my face reddened with embarrassment, both
Mistress and guest laughed.
     "Go ahead, sissy." Nodding, Mistress gave me permission to
feast upon Derek's cock.
     "But, Mistress . . ."
     "Yes, my sissy?" Mistress was clearly toying with me.
     "Sissy is sorry, Mistress, but she cannot."
     I expected her to get angry with me and physically force me to
perform. Instead, she simply pulled a piece of paper from the
locket around her neck and handed it to Derek. "Derek, dear, would
you kindly read that aloud?"
     "Sure." Opening it, he read what I quickly remembered to be
Mistress' personal ad.
     "Read that last line again, please."
     Enjoying the joke, Derek read "Bi curious preferred, but will
adjust to suit."
     "Is that not the ad to which you responded?"
     "Yes, Mistress."
     "And did you read it fully?"
     "Yes, Mistress."
     "Then what is the problem?"
     I was beginning to suspect I had misread that fateful line.
"Mistress, a sissy begs your pardon, but sissy does not fit bi
curious."
     "Very well," Mistress grinned mischievously, "Then I will have
to adjust you to suit. Understand?"
     I suddenly wanted to be anywhere but in that room. After a
long month in the Mistress' clutches returning to my old life
seemed impossible, but I couldn't go through with this. I had
chosen her fantasy on a whim and was now ready to chicken out.
"Yes, Mistress, but sissy -"
     "Enough!" Throwing down her napkin, Mistress stormed across
the room. "Kneel, now!" My training was such that by the time I
thought of refusing, it was too late. "Are you my sissy?"
     "Yes, Mistress, but-"
     "A simple yes or no will do." Her voice was colder and harsher
than ever before and that frightened me. What frightened me even
more was the amused expression on the face of our guest as he
unzipped his pants and idly stroked his swollen member. "Did you
not agree to the duties and responsibilities laid out for you?"
     "Yes, Mistress."
     "Including the duty of serving my guests?"
     "Yes, Mistress." Again, I had misinterpreted a crucial
command. I had foolishly assumed domestic and sexual service to be
separate issues. For the sake of a single question, I had placed
myself in a dangerous situation.
     "Then, my sissy, you will serve my guests!" Grabbing the back
of my head, Mistress roughly turned it aside and forced me down
upon Derek's cock. Straddling my back, she used both hands to hold
me in position. "Suck it, sissy! Suck!"
     "Here, let me help." Grinning, Derek leaned forward and
pinched my nose, cutting off my air. "You start sucking like a good
little sissy, and I'll let you breathe. Got it?"
     I resisted as long as I could, but my body stubbornly refused
to pass out. Instead, before I even realized what I was doing, I
found myself sucking timidly on his cock.
     "See that wasn't so hard, was it?" Releasing my nose, he
warned "Don't make me do that again."
     "Come on, my sissy," Mistress urged, "You can do better than
that." Bracing her hands upon either side of my head, she began
forcing me to bob up and down on our guest's cock. "Remember back
to when you were a man. Remember the blowjobs girlfriends gave you.
Remember how much you enjoyed it." 
     Before I could help it, I was indeed recalling those magical
moments. Not only remembering them, but becoming aroused by them as
well.
     "Now, my sissy, you are the girlfriend. You are giving the
blowjob. Show your Master how much you learned."
     When I refused to take any kind of initiative, Mistress
sighed. "You bring this upon yourself, my sissy." Still directing
my cock-sucking efforts, she pulled my legs back so that I was on
all fours instead of kneeling. Then, using the edge of the table
for leverage, she placed her stiletto heels against my balls and
pushed.
     "Mmmnhhhggg!" I tried to cry out in pain, but Derek's cock was
filling my mouth. Help as I was, there was no relief, and I
couldn't even bite my lip to hold back the tears.
     "Didn't enjoy that, did you?" Releasing the pressure slightly,
Mistress warned "Every time I have to correct your cocksucking
technique, I will press just a little bit harder."
     "Trust me," Derek grimaced, "You don't have nearly as many
chances as you think. Your Mistress knows just how and just where
to press."
     Brave, stupid and stubborn, I continued to refuse. However, it
only took three increases in the stabbing pressure to break that
resistance. Deciding the shame before me was preferable to the
agony behind me, I gave in and began to suck. First, I just relaxed
the cheeks I had been trying to keep away from his salty flesh and
allowed them to form a proper vacuum.
     "Ah, there she's got it," Derek sighed. "Good pressure too."
     Surrendering fully to my role as sissy, I tried to draw
strength from his pleasure. After all, he was my Master, and
pleasing him should have been bringing me pleasure. Still helped
along by Mistress' guiding hands, I began switching between blowing
and sucking, extending a hesitant tongue to lick the bottom of his
shaft.
     "Oooh, a quick learner, your sissy."
     "I suspected as much," Mistress agreed. Leaning over to
whisper in my ear, she told me "Master is enjoying it. Are you
enjoying it?" It was then that she said the magic words: "Mistress
is enjoying it, but Mistress would enjoy it more if her sissy were
enjoying it."
     For some reason, that got through to me. It broke through all
the layers of shame and disgust I had been brought up to feel,
fully releasing the sissy she had nurtured inside of me. For that
submissive sissy, pleasing Mistress overrode all other
considerations. Nothing else mattered so long as she was satisfied.
It made no rational sense - not to mention, it scared the hell out
of me - but she commanded a submission that was automatic, almost
instinctive.
     Thinking only of Mistress' desires, I took a deep breath and
turned my reluctant suck-and-blow action into a full-fledged
blowjob. Smiling up at Master with my eyes, I began moving
independent of Mistress' grasp, sucking and licking all around his
swollen cock. For the first time I really felt him inside of me,
and I could see why so many girls enjoyed it. His cock felt warm
and soft against the top of my mouth, but hard against my probing
tongue. In addition, I could feel the texture of his flesh, and the
individual veins beneath it. This was a living thing in my mouth,
and it was responding to me.
     "Oh, shit . . ." Groaning, he told Mistress "I don't think she
needs your help anymore."
     Whether Mistress smiled or just nodded, I don't know, but
seconds after releasing me she was crouched down beside my bobbing
head. "Mmm, tastes good, doesn't it, my sissy?"
     As if her question had triggered something inside me, I
suddenly realized that there was a taste to this foreign flesh. It
tasted of sweat and musk, much like Mistress' pussy, but was far
more subtle. There was also another, slightly nutty taste that I
could just barely discern. Momentarily releasing his cock, I smiled
at Mistress and leaned down to nuzzle Master's balls.
     "Mmm, Mistress is pleased with her sissy's progress." Nibbling
on my earlobe, she whispered soft advice to me. "Yes, sissy, lick
his balls . . . Mmm, that's right . . . Now, take one in your mouth
and roll it around . . . Very good . . . Take them both, my sissy,
swallow your Master's balls . . ."
     With Mistress beside me and her words of encouragement to aid
my efforts, I was really beginning to enjoy this. Master's balls
had an altogether different taste and feel from the rest of his
cock, and I found the combination of his soft, fragile sac and
coarse pubic hairs intoxicating. "Would Mistress like a taste?" I
asked.
     "No, my sissy, this time he's all yours."
     Starting at the base of his cock, I licked my way up his
shaft, leaving a sloppy trail of saliva in my wake. I repeated this
treatment all around his cock, then allowed my tongue to swirl
around his purple, swollen head. Here, the nutty taste was far more
distinct, and I now knew that it was his pre-cum I was tasting.
While I neither liked nor disliked the taste, I found myself
growing curious about his real cum. It kind of whetted my appetite
and, suddenly, I wanted to taste it, and I wanted to taste it soon.
     Kissing the head of his cock, I formed a small circle with my
lips and slowly slid down his throbbing member. Then, remembering
a trick one of my first girlfriends had used to drive me wild, I
allowed my teeth to lightly scrape along him as I bobbed back up.
     "Oh, shit . . ." Almost panting, Master apologized "I'm sorry,
but I can't hold back any longer."
     "No worries, dear." Straddling my shoulders, Mistress held me
steady as she told Derek "Fuck her mouth. Remind her who's in
control as you flood her sissy mouth with your cum." Breathing
heavily herself now, she urged "I want you to do it! I want to
watch the sissy's reaction as she gets her first taste of cum!"
     At the first mention of swallowing his seed, I had grown
nervous However, now that I knew Mistress would enjoy it, I had no
choice but to enjoy it as well. My pleasure was tied forever to
hers, and I found the freedom from responsibility intoxicating.
Eyes wide, I looked up at Master while he fucked my mouth, finding
I enjoyed the feel of being used with such total disregard for my
wishes or feelings.
     "Nggghhh . . . arggghhh . . . here . . . here it comes!"
     Alarmed, Mistress cried "Suck, my sissy, suck but do not
swallow!"
     Why she had suddenly changed her mind, I didn't know, but as
the first spurt of creamy cum splattered against the roof of my
mouth, I knew only that I had to obey. Pulling back so that only
the head of his cock was between my lips, I held him there with one
hand while fondling his balls with the other.
     Again and again I felt his hot, stinging jets of cum flood my
mouth, painting my cheeks, tonsils, and tongue. It was a strong,
salty-nutty taste, not unpleasant but nothing like Mistress' pussy
juice. However, there was no denying how good, how dirty, how
deliciously perverse if felt to have him exploding inside me. It
was definitely something I could see myself taking a liking to and,
while that bothered me a little, I didn't allow myself to dwell
upon it.
     Finally, Master's monster ejaculations sputtered to a halt,
and I could feel his cock growing limp between my lips. It was an
amazing sensation - knowing that I was responsible for the change -
and I barely had time to suck the last few drops of semen out of it
before it slipped away.
     "Very, very good, my sissy!" Beaming with pride, Mistress told
me "Open your pretty mouth and let your Master see your prize."
     Nodding, I smiled up at Master and opened wide, being careful
to keep my head tilted back. I couldn't see what I looked like - as
much as I wished I could - but the sight obviously pleased him.
     "Damn. If you ain't the prettiest little sissy . . ."
     "Sissy . . ." Closing my mouth, I looked down in response to
Mistress' call. "Now I would like a taste," she grinned.
     I couldn't believe I was doing this, but I loved it. Locking
lips with Mistress, we exchanged much more than just a passionate
kiss. Our duelling tongues passed the healthy dollops of cum back
and forth, each of us swallowing just a little bit at a time. As we
finished the last of my prize and reluctantly broke our kiss, I
felt an incredible shiver spread throughout my body.
     "Ohhhhh . . ." Eyes closed, I arched my back in ecstasy, not
understanding what was happening but enjoying every second of it.
     "Is she alright?" Master asked.
     "Yes, oh yes." Laughing, she explained "My sissy's having her
first sissy orgasm!"
     As the waves of pleasure finally subsided, I knew she was
right. Slipping a hand beneath my rubber skirt, I could feel the
dampness between my legs. Even limp and trapped inside the pocket
of my panties, my cock had ejaculated, and without any direct
stimulation. I instinctively knew that it was the pleasure of
pleasing my superiors, the joy of submission, and the utter
helplessness of being at Mistress' command that had triggered my
orgasm. A sissy orgasm, indeed!
     "Did you enjoy that, my sissy?" Mistress asked.
     "Oh, yes, Mistress." Realizing what I had said, I lowered my
head and asked "Is that wrong of me, Mistress?"
     "You took pleasure in your submission, my sissy. That can
never be wrong." Embracing me, she told me "I am so proud of you."
     "As am I." Sliding down from the chair, Master put an arm
around both of us. "Shall I tell her, or shall you?"
     "Why don't you tell her," Mistress replied. "Let our pretty
sissy know who she has to thank."
     Confused, I could only look between the two of them, not
knowing what to expect.
     "Well, sissy, your Mistress and I are husband and wife. As of
this moment, you are no longer just her sissy. You are our sissy."
     "Thank you, Master. A sissy is pleased to be found worthy."
     "Shh, my pretty sissy," Mistress hissed softly. "There's
more."
     "Yes, sissy. You see, I am a doctor. Not just a doctor, but a
plastic surgeon." Waving an arm around the room, he explained "That
is how we afford all this." With a smile, he added "And it is also
how we can afford to bring out the sissy inside you. Bring her all
the way out."
     "You mean?" A little scared and a lot excited, I looked to
Mistress for confirmation.
     "Didn't I promise you that your manhood would soon be a
memory? Didn't I promise you breasts of your own? Master can do all
that. And more."
     I knew right away that I faced the biggest decision of my
life. As hard as it may have been to return to my normal life, I
could still back out and keep what I had. Of course, I would be
losing an awful lot too. However, if I decided to stay, there would
be no going back.
     "Well, sissy, what do you say?" Master asked as he rose to his
feet.
     Joining her husband, Mistress asked "Are you our precious
sissy, or am I mistaken?"
     In the end, it was an easy decision. Smiling, I knelt before
them, my head bowed low. "Sissy loves her Mistress and her Master."
No matter what, she would always come first. "A sissy humbly begs
to be allowed to stay. A sissy wishes to become everything she can
be. A sissy is now, and shall always be, yours to do with as you
will."
     Mistress smiled. Master nodded. I had another sissy orgasm.
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