/sissy/ - Sissy

“Go ahead and remove your panties and gloves now, you won’t be wearing them later.” she says. That’s bad news. It means that I’ll be dressed into a “special” outfit for today, and that this won’t be just another day of slavery. I remove the rubber garments carefully, making sure I don’t let out my water, or tear the clothes. I place them carefully on the rack so that I can wash them later. “Very well, slut. Sit on the toilet, but don’t release until I tell you to.” “Yes Miss Ancilla.” It’s good to sit down. I’m starting to cramp a bit from the water. After a couple of minutes, as Miss Ancilla gets my shower started and such, the cramping is bad. It hurts so much that I cry a little. “Jesus, you are a little sissy, aren’t you!? Can’t even hold it in for a couple of minutes!” “I’m sorry Miss Ancilla.” “Very well, release and then wipe, slut.” I finally let the water explode from my ass. I hate this as well. It’s disgusting, and perverted. After wiping and flushing, I’m ready for the rest of my “cleanup.” “Into the shower, slut. Wash extra carefully, too, or I’ll beat your ass raw.” “Yes Miss Ancilla.” I step into the shower, and turn on the wonderfully warm water. This is about the only part of my day I enjoy. The warm water feels sooo good. I soap up my body with soap that smells of lilacs. When I’m done, my body will have a gentle flower scent the rest of the day, enforcing my new femininity. “You really like feeling up your tits, don’t you whore? You spend more time on them than you do anything else! Hurry up and clean up your sissy parts, too.” I’m embarrassed to admit that it’s true. It’s just so damned odd to have tits! I still haven’t gotten used to the changes they’ve made to me. Still, the tits are better than what they’ve done to my poor penis. Mistress wanted me as female as possible, so she had my testicles removed, and my poor penis shaved down to almost nothing. While I don’t have a pussy, I don’t really have a penis anymore either. It’s more like a large clitty sticking out, and that’s what they call it: My sissy clitty.

After a thorough cleaning, I step from the shower, and dry off. I finish off my morning routine by tending to my teeth, hair and makeup. Finally, I’m ready to be dressed for the day. I step back into the bedroom, where Miss Ancilla has laid out my clothes. Not that there’s much there. “Put these on.” she commands as she hands me a pair of sheer black nylons. I sit down and carefully slide them on, being sure not to snag them, and to keep the seam straight in back. “And this.” as she hands me a pair of red rubber pants. I manage to squeak into them, even though they’re very, very tight. It’s so tight it’s like they’ve been sprayed onto my legs. Miss Ancilla hands me a pair of black rubber, over the elbow, gloves. They’re not any easier to get on than the pants, but finally I succeed. “And finally..” as she hands me my red stilettos. I hate these things. I can’t walk worth a damned in them. Trying to stay balanced, I have to walk like a woman, all tits and ass, gyrating to stay standing.

“Now kneel, sissy slut.” she commands. I obey, sliding to my knees. She produces the hated collar and leash she uses to drag me about the mansion every day. I hold my hair up to make it easier for her to lock around my neck. She sits on the edge of the bed, and clips the leash into place. “Well then, it looks like pretty little Barbie is ready for another day of sucking and fucking. Isn’t that nice!” “Yes Miss Ancilla” as I cringe inside. I hate every minute of this, of what they’ve done to me, what they’re doing to me now. Miss Ancilla tugs on my leash a few times, making my tits jiggle about. I know she loves playing with them, torturing them. She stands, and leads me out of the room, and down the hallway. I follow on my hands and knees, like the pet that I’ve become. A sissified, big titted blonde pet, theirs to play with at their leisure. This is what my life has become since my bitch wife betrayed me.

Miss Ancilla leads me to my Mistress and Masters bedroom suite. And there they are, my “wife” Bianca and her new lover Jason. My Mistress and Master. Miss Ancilla leads me right to their feet, where they’re sitting on the sofa, watching TV. “Good afternoon, Ancilla!” they call out, “How are you today?” I’m quite well, Madam.” “And how is our little Barbie today?” I do not answer: They’re not talking to me, but to my trainer. “She’s been cleaned, inside and out, dressed as you ordered, and is ready to please you, aren’t you, slave?” Yes Miss Ancilla” She unclips my leash, allowing me to greet them in my usual way. First I grovel down and kiss their shoes, then kneel up to kiss my mistress. “Good afternoon Mistress Bianca.” “Good afternoon, Barbie.” she answers as she kisses me deeply, stroking my breasts as she does. I then turn to my Master. “Good afternoon, Master Jason.” “Good afternoon, slut” he answers as he pulls me up to his chest in a tight hug, kissing me before he returns to his newspaper.

“How shall I leave her?” Miss Ancilla asks. “A tight crotch rope, bind her knees and ankles together, then tie off her breasts. They look so lovely when they’re surrounded by rope! Then bind her wrists and elbows behind her, and leave her here at out feet.” Mistress answers. “Very well.” At least my legs will be tied together, with the pants still on. At least they can’t fuck me right away. Miss Ancilla ties off my crotch rope and legs, then ties my tits so they stick out as much as possible. As if that were necessary! She then pulls my arms behind me, and tightly binds me at the elbows, and at my crossed wrists. She lays me down on my stomach at my Master and Mistresses feet, and asks, “Will there be anything else, Madam?” “No thank you, dear. We’ll call you later when it’s time to put her away for the nite. “Good day, Madam.” she says as she leaves me there, helpless. “Are you comfy down there, sweety?” Mistress asks. “Unh. Yes Mistress. Thank you mistress.” I answer. She knows I’m not comfortable, bound like this, but I know she doesn’t care. She and Master Jason are already talking about the days events. Other than using me as a footrest, they ignore me completely. I squirm a bit trying to get comfortable, but it’s no use. The crotch rope is rubbing against my sissy clitty, my shoulders are already starting to hurt from the strict position, and my tits are rubbing raw against the carpet, with all my weight pressing them down.

After a good while, I must’ve moved too much, or maybe moaned a little too loud, as I suddenly have Mistresses attention again. “The way you’re squirming around down there, I can tell you’re enjoying this. After all, all this rubber and bondage, it’s just the sort of thing you always wanted, isn’t it slave?” I’m not sure how to answer. I’m punished when I lie, I’m punished when I tell a truth they don’t want to hear…I tell the truth. “No Mistress. I never wanted this.” “What!!?” Mistress exclaims, “You’re lying, slut. I saw the pictures, read the stories, I KNOW how you fantasized about women being used like this.” She kneels down beside me, and starts caressing me. She strokes my back and arms, gropes at my rubber ass. Finally she leans over me, pressing me into the carpet. “You just never imagined it would be YOUR tits being squished like this! You wanted to have ME as your little plaything.” “No Mistress” I sobbed. “I never would have..” “LIAR!” she yells. “The last thing I want to hear is your lies and denial, so…” She produces a ball gag, and shoves it between my gasping lips, buckling it behind my head. She rolls me over onto my arms, and leans over me. “You’ll have to be punished for trying to lie to us, whore.” Oh God, now what. She takes my breasts into her hands, and starts squeezing them. She leans down, and starts kissing them, sucking and licking on my nipples. “Such lovely breasts. Perfect porn star tits for a perfect little sissy slut.” She reaches behind her, and pulls out…God no! Tit clamps! I hate these things! They hurt so much! There’s nothing I can do but wiggle and whine into my gag, as she opens the cruel clamps, and places them on my poor nipples. God! The pain!! I squirm as much as I can, but all that does is hurt even more!


“There. That’ll remind you the next time you think about lying to us! Poor dear Barbie…I can see how you hate these. Just remember, this is exactly what you wanted to do to me before I found out what a pervert you are.” It’s not true, but it doesn’t matter. Mistress pulls and tugs on the chain, making me whine and squeal. The pain! It feels like she’s going to tear my tits off! She kisses my nipples, nuzzles my neck, and has a fine old time, playing and poking at me. Finally she stands, leaving me there crying into my gag. “Jason dear, why don’t you carry this sorry little slut into our bedroom. We can continue in there.” “Yes, hon. We’ll be right there.” Mistress heads into the other room, as Master kneels beside me. He puts a hand behind my neck and lifts me up a bit. He kisses me on the gag, and begins playing with me as well. “I should warn you, slut, that she’s been in a bit of a mood today.” He begins toying with the nipple clamps as he talks. God it hurts! I whimper as he reaches down and forces his hand between my rubber covered thighs, and starts kneading my crotch. “I think you’re going to have a long night.” Eventually he lifts me up and carries me to the bedroom, where he sits me down, kneeling, at the end of the bed. The chain sways back and forth, pulling my poor tits. Mistress comes around to face me, my face almost stuck into her pussy.

“Now then, my little Barbie doll, you’re going to service my lover and I with that pretty little mouth of yours. Do a good job, and I’ll remove these. If you don’t, I’ll leave them on you all night! Understand?” I shake my head yes. God no, I don’t want these things on for that long! They already hurt like Hell. Mistress unbuckles my gag, and removes it. Drool drips from it down to my poor tits. She leans in and kisses me, then pulls away. I see Master Jason standing there, taking off his pants. I suck his cock at least once every day, sometimes several times. Master says I’m the best little cocksucker he’s ever had. As much as I’m used to it, it’s still disgusting and degrading to have to suck on a mans cock! A cock that’s fucked my wife more often than I have! He stands in front of me, looking down at the pathetic creature in front of him. He begins stroking his cock up and down my face. “Remember to look up at me as you suck, bitch. I like seeing your eyes as you swallow my cock.” I remember too well. He loves humiliating me, his lovers ex, this way. Finally, he pushes his rod against my mouth, and I begin to suck. I suck the purple knob between my lips, my tongue lapping over the sensitive flesh. I can hear Master grunting his pleasure and feel him shudder. It won’t take long for him to reach his peak. I despise this world of pain and pleasure, of bondage and slavery, but I know I must be an exotically alluring sight in my rubber and bonds, kneeling submissively at his feet. I feel Mistresses fingers entwine in my hair, forcing my head back so Master can sink his cock all the way down my throat. Steadily I increase the pace of my ministrations, my head bobbing gently, Master groaning and sighing. “Damn you’re good at this, slut! I swear you could suck a golf ball through a garden hose!” I just want this to be over. I can feel his cock swell in my mouth, but Master has great control. He’s still minutes away, as I suck on his huge rod. “Yes, my dear, she’s a natural little cocksucker. Her mouth is the only thing she was ever good with, in bed. And now she loves it, don’t you, slut?” I groan in response, as Master slides his dick slowly in and out of my mouth. “You’re just a dirty girl, aren’t you Barbie?” He asks. “Here it comes, slut. Get ready to swallow a big load down that pretty cock sucking mouth of yours.” With a soft grunt, he shoots his load, filling my mouth with his cum. I manage to swallow all of it, hot, nasty, disgusting. As he pulls out of my mouth, I lick my lips, and ask, as required. “Was this slaves cock sucking acceptable, Master?” “Yes, slave, it was.” “Thank you for letting this slave service your cock, Master. Thank you for letting me swallow your yummy cum.” I hate saying these things, but if I want these damned clamps off, I have to be perfect.

“Very good, slut. You’ve learned your lessons well. Let’s see about these clamps.” “Thank you Mistress.” I say, as she kneels before me. She reaches up to cup my tits, then slowly removes the clamps. The pain is doubled as the blood rushes into my poor pinched nipples. I cry out a bit, in pain. “Poor slut, do they hurt?” “Yes Mistress!” “Let me help.” She leans in, and lifts my tits, sucking and kissing them. It does feel good, damn it.

Mistress helps me to my feet, then she and Master basically carry me over to the bed. “Lay her down. It’s turn for her to service me.” They lift me on to the bed, then lay me down. I cry out a bit as my poor tits are once again crushed beneath me. Mistress positions herself, reclining against the headboard, with my face between her lovely thighs. I’m staring right at her perfectly smooth, shaved pussy. How many times have I been here, about to lick every inch of her pussy? Too many times. “Go ahead, Barbie. You know what to do.” I do. I begin on the outside of her pussy, licking slowly every inch of her labia. Her pussy is already dripping wet, she’s so excited. I lick up a stray bead of her cum, as it drips down her lips. I gently nuzzle aside her outer lips to gain access to her sweet, sweet pussy. “Oh God” she moans above me, “I love this!” I can feel Master starting to untie my legs, but I’m too focused on my task to care. As Mistress starts to moan and writhe, I work my tongue into her sweet cunt, still licking every bit. I know she likes to be built up slowly, and I know just how to do it. I edge down a bit and lick her puckered asshole. I know she likes that. She digs her hand into my hair and pulls me closer as I burrow my tongue inside. “Jesus, yes!” she cries. I can feel Master dragging off my pants now. He pulls my legs apart and secures them to the corners of the bed. I’m now helplessly spread open, face buried in my Mistresses pussy. As I continue my pussy licking, I can feel Master slide in between my legs. He leans down across my still bound arms, and begins kissing my neck, sliding his hands under me to grope my tits. I’m trapped between them, a helpless sex toy who can do nothing but obey their every perverted wish. I feel Masters cock at my ass, as I continue to bring my Mistress closer and closer to climax. She’s bucking up and down now, forcing my face into her cunt. “Fuck her, Jason! Fuck my little sissy bitch while she worships my cunt!” “Hear that, slut? I’m gonna’ fuck your pretty little ass now. Don’t you dare stop licking her while I’m doing it, either!” He slides his cock head into my asshole, then slowly slides his full length into me. Jesus, he’s huge! I focus more on my Mistress’ pussy as he slowly starts to slide in and out of me, fucking me like the slave slut I’ve become. To my shame, my own little sissy clitty gets as hard as it can, excited by all the sights, smells and sensations around me. I feel like pure sex. I feel like a complete whore. Mistress is moaning deeply now, I know she’s about to cum. I start sucking hard on her clit, bringing her to a thundering, screaming orgasm. My Master is driving into me now, hard and fast, fucking, and fucking, and fucking. Suddenly, with a grunt, his cock explodes, shooting his hot cum into my ass. As he does, my own little clitty spasms, and shoots out it’s little tiny load, and I lose myself into perverted bliss.

We lay there, lost in our orgasms for a few moments. I come back to myself, my shame. I can’t believe this. I’ve just been tortured and raped, used by these two like a perfect little blow up doll. I can taste Mistresses cum on my lips, can feel Master hot cum leaking out of my asshole and down my thigh. I’m a dirty whore. That’s what they’ve made me into, a filthy little sissy slut. I weep silently, sobbing inside, at what I’ve become, and at the shame of enjoying it so much.

“That was fantastic, wasn’t it sweety?” Mistress asks Master, as he rolls off of me. “Yes my love. Your husband is certainly a great fuck..” “Well, let’s have Ancilla come and collect her, and you can have me, too. I need that cock inside of me!” They roll me off the bed, kneeling, watching as they begin their own lovemaking. Eventually Miss Ancilla slips in quietly, collects my pants, and leads me out, back to my room. “Well, it looks like you had a good time! How does it feel to have a mans cum dripping out of your ass, whore? Dripping down your thigh?” she asks as she slips a finger into my ass. She kisses me as I cry out in shame. What a nightmare my life has become.