Her Sissy

HER SISSY

 

It wasn’t that she was tired of me or the life we had created for ourselves, it was more that she wanted to be in control.

That she knew what she wanted almost made it worse, because she didn’t know how to go about getting it. Oh sure there were times when she felt the way she wanted to feel. She felt that kind of power and control when she would tease me so that I was almost ready to come, then she would make me beg her to let me fuck her.

She had been thinking about those times when she had taken the dominate role and after a bit of thinking she started to realize just how easy it was for her to get me to submit to her.

Kelly was a bright girl and she gave the whole thing quite a bit of mulling over. In fact she had even conducted a couple of experiments over the last two weeks. Once she refused to let me come until I had tounged her to numerous climax’s. Another time she had pretended to be upset with me and after telling me over and over how bad I had been she got me to agree to letting her spank me.

She couldn’t think of a better demonstration of my submissiveness then to be bending over while I held my dress or skirt up around my hips so that she could spank my now defenseless ass cheeks, unless it was what she was planning on doing to me.

She hoped that forcing me to listen as she told me how much she enjoyed punishing me would make me eager to let her do it to me any time she wanted. “Yes, I think that out of all of the things we have done together, I enjoyed spanking you ilke a naughty little girl more then anything else!” She told me. She smerked when I told her that I was glad that she enjoyed it. “Any time I can be part of something that you enjoyed doing I feel like I’ve done something nice for you.” I told her, then I added, “If there’s anything else that you think you would enjoy doing don’t hesitate to try it. Just go ahead and tell me what you want me to do.”

“Really?” she asked, sounding as if she didn’t believe me. “You just go ahead and tell me what you want me to do and I’ll do it.” I told her. She smiled and then told me that she wanted me to be her slave so that I HAD to do what she told me to do.


 

 

f822_1756.jpg“Then consider me your slave.” I told her. “And I’ll just assume that I have to comply with anything you want of me.” She looked at me for a moment, then she ordered me to spread my legs so that my balls were completely accessable for her. I swallowed hard and then slowly moved my legs apart until they formed a wide Vee.

She nodded as she slid her hand up between my upper thighs. “I love to think that they are hanging like they are and just waiting for me to decide what I want to do to them.” She told me.

“They are.” I said. “You own my balls as well as everything else if I’m your slave.” I told her.

“That’s right.” She said with a smile. “And that would mean that I had a perfect right to do anything I wanted to them. Anything at all!” She closed her fingers around the two small nuggets. “What I want to do to my balls is make them hurt!” She said wickedly. She then crushed them aginst each other as she made her fingers form into a fist.

I doubled up and groaned as my tummy was gripped by strong cramps. “Oh yes. I can tell that they hurt.” She gasped as she squeezed them even tighter. My hands pressed into my tummy as I fought to catch my breath.

“Spread your legs wider slave, as wide as you can!” She ordered. I heard her laugh when I opened my legs as wide as they could go. “Yes, now I can do anything I want to them.” She said. “Even smash them under one of my knee’s!” She added as she slid one leg up between mine.

She released her grip, then raised up slightgly. When she lowered herself down I felt her hard knee start to flatten them under it. Once again I was doubled up from the way she was abusing my balls.

“God, they feel as if they just flattened right out like squashed pancakes.” She sqealed, then she lifted off of them. “If your my slave and I own your body, then I also own your asshole!” She exclaimed with a chuckle.

But all and all she still wasn’t sure how to go about doing what she thought she wanted to do. That is until my birthday started to get close. She had purchased a new monitor for my computer and she decided to hide it in the garage.

 


 

f822_1757.jpgThere were a number of boxes of old paperwork and such and she felt that one more box wouldn’t be noticed. The Friday before my birthday she got home several hours before me and she went out with the idea of moving things around so that she could stash her present in an inconspicuious spot.

Most of the things were covered with dust and such and she quickly got fed up with trying to make it look like nothing had been disturbed. Finally she had had it and shoved several boxes to one side so there would be room for hers, but when they landed on the garage floor she was suprised by what spilled out.

From her perch on the ladder she could clearly see all kinds of womens clothing. After a closer inspection she knew that these things weren’t just a bunch of old discarded garments. Some of the blouses and other pieces were up to date styles. In fact she found a slip that she knew was part of Vanity Fairs newest line.

With a growing curiousity she looked through the two boxes of lingerie, dresses, skirts and blouses. She even found a fair number of almost new high-heels in the second box along with a very complete collection of make-up.

She was still a little confused when she picked up the small square booklet, but her confusion didn’t stay with her very long as she glanced at the photographs that were inside. I had been crossdressing since the age of 12 or so and although I had tried to stop, I found that I couldn’t. I had never told her about it and dressed up only when she was away. Over the years there had been some pictures friends had taken of me when I was completely dressed and made-up.

She was not only suprised to learn about this part of me, but she was also suprised to see that I made a very good looking woman. As she glanced at the photo’s a smile began to appear on her face, a smile that kept growing bigger and bigger.

After putting the boxes back like they were she put the computer monitor in her car so she could return it. She had a better idea about what she should get me for my birthday then that.

 


 

f822_1758.jpgThat weekend she went out of her way to be a tease. She would flash me her fanny and more of her breasts then she usually exposed and at night she would eagerly engage in fourplay, but we didn’t seem to ever get around to having sex. She wanted me to be as fustrated and horny as she could make me when my birthday came.

The same thing continued to happen that Monday and Tuesday and by Wednesday morning I had an almost permanent erection. I was just finishing my cup of coffee before going to work when she came into the kitchen and informed me that she had called my work and told them that I was sick.

“In fact.” She said gleefully. “I told them that you probably wouldn’t be in until next week.” Now it was my turn to be suprised as she took my hands and pulled to my feet. She led me into the spare bedroom, then told me take off all of my clothes.

“I bought you several new outfits for your birthday.” She said. Her playful attitude was contagious and I was starting to have a good time just getting undressed. She took each piece as I removed it, including my shoes and my watch. She told me to wait where I was, then disappeared through the doorway.

I didn’t know what to think when she returned empty handed, but she didn’t give me much time to think about it because she stood right in front of me and started to take off her clothes as well. After slipping off her high heels she slipped her hands under her dress and skillfully pushed her pantyhose down off of her legs.

She left them laying on the floor by her feet as she did the same with the pair of brightly flowered panties she was wearing. Only instead of letting them fall to the floor she made sure that they hadn’t goten turned inside out and then she held them out in my direction.

“I thought you might like to wear some of my things!” She said knowingly, then she added. “In fact I know that you would like to wear them!” She stared at me while she continued to hold her panties out for me to take.

 


 

Inside I was almost out of control at the prospect of her dressing me up in her feminine garments, but I tried not to let it show. “I don’t understand.” I said as I took her panties into my hand.

She planted her hands on her hips, then narrowed her brow. “Don’t you give me any of that crap!” She said sternly. “I know all about you and I know that your nothing but a little sissy at heart.” She swung her hips back and forth in an exagerated feminine movement.

“And I also know all about your dressing up in girls clothes!” She said matter of factly. This caused me to almost go into shock and I stood and stared at her, not saying a word. “Now, you be a good girl and do what I tell you to do so I don’t have to punish you!”
She said in a stern voice she outright ordered me into her panties. “Now put those panties on right now!” She stamped her foot just to make sure I knew she was serious. She wanted to jump with excitment when she saw me hold her panties open and then step into them, but she remained like she was as I pulled them up my legs and passed my hips.

As soon as I had done that she unzipped her dress far enough that she could pull her arms free. “After you put on your bra your going to go into the bathroom and shave all that hair off of your legs!” She said as she unfastened the clasp so that the lace and satin bra slid down her arms. Just like she had done with her panties she held it out. I was still dazed as I gingerly took it from her. I pulled it around me and hooked it together, then pulled the straps up onto my shoulders.

She stepped closer to me and started to adjust the straps so it fit me. “I noticed you didn’t have any trouble getting it fastened closed!” She said in a teasing voice. “You must have had plenty of practice.” She added.

Once she was satisfied with how she had adjusted the straps she pointed toward the bathroom. “Now go shave off all that ugly hair.” She ordered, then she said. “Young ladies don’t have body hair sprouting out all over like that!”

She knew that she had made the correct judgement about me when she saw me start for the bathroom like she had ordered. In truth she didn’t know how right she was because I became very submissive when I was dressed.

Fifteen minutes later I was standing in front of her while she examined me. I had shaved my legs like she said, but I also shaved my chest, arms, armpits and had shaved around my now small triangular pubic area.

“Very good!” She said after looking me over. “Your looking more feminine already!” She said in an obvious attempt to embarrass me and when she saw that she had made me blush her confidence doubled.

 


 

f822_1759.jpg“Go pick up the nylons I was wearing and put them on next!” She said with a nod. I didn’t waste any time complying and after my legs were encased in her nylons she made me put on her high heels. In just a couple of minutes I was standing in front of her again.

She let me stand like that for a little bit as she cupped and carressed her firm naked breasts. “Hmm. I like telling you what to do.” She coo’d in a sexy voice. “It makes my nipples hard.” She added.

After a bit she lowered her hands to her sides and then lifed her dress a couple of inches so the lacy hem of her slip peeked out from under it.

“Do you like my pretty slip sissy?” She asked, using that teasing tone of voice again. I told her that I liked it very much. “You want to wear it don’t you panty-waist?” She taunted.

Again I told her that she was correct. Hearing this she dropped her dress down so the slip was no longer exposed. “Then beg me to let you wear my slip sissy.” She told me. “I want to hear just how much you want to wear it!”

I slowly got onto my knees so she was towering over me. “Please Kelly let me wear your slip.” I begged. “I love slips and I’ve never worn one that had been worn by you first.” I pulled my panties up so that my cock was clearly visable under the front panel. I had been slowly getting harder and harder and now it was pretty close to being fully erect.

“Just look at how hard my cock is from me just thinking a about wearing your pretty slip. Please let me put it on and I promise to do whatever you say. Please!” I begged. She stood over me smiling for a little while, then she nodded. “Ok, you may take it off of me and put it on sissy.” She said, with a snicker. I gently reached up under her dress and carefully pulled her slip down her legs and then held it while she stepped out of it.

Once she had I eagerly slipped my feet into the waistband and then pulled it up into place. The lacy hem came to just above mid-thigh. “Oh you look so sexy in my bra, nylons, panties and slip!” She said softly. “So sexy you make me wet. My little sissy makes my pussy wet when he does what I tell him to do!” She said in an athoritative voice.

“I’m glad you think I’m a sexy.” I said meekly, then added. “And I love it when you tell me what to do.” She smiled when she heard me say that.

“Good.” she told me. “Because from now on I’m going to be telling you exactly what to do. Understand?” She asked. I lowered my head and then told her that I understood.

She pushed her dress down so it fell in a circular ring around her feet. Daintily she stepped out of the center of it. She told me to pull it up into place, but added that I shouldn’t zip it closed just yet. I worked the dress up over my hips, I had to tuck my slip back down afterward, then held it tightly around my middle.

 


 

Kelly had busied herself with something in a box, but now she turned so she was facing me again. “These are what I got you for your birthday sissy!” She said, holding out a pair of silicon breast forms. They were so realistic that they jiggled like jello whenever she moved her hands.

I felt them for a minute as I thanked her and after she handed them to me she pored a thick layer of super-glue on the back of each one. “You know what I want you to do.” She said as she snickered.

“I want you to push those breasts into place so they will be permanently glued to your chest.” She reached out and pulled the straps of my bra down off of my sholders, then pushed the satin and lace cups so they were forced a couple of inches lower then they would normaly be.

“Come on sissy.” She ordered sternly. “Glue those titties to your chest. I know you want to!” I slowly raised both breast forms up toward my chest. “That’s a good girl.” Kelly said to urge me on. When they were about an inch away from where my own breasts would be, if I had any, Kelly placed her spread hands on the nipple side of each one.

With increasing pressure she pushed them closer and closer until they were being firmly crushed aginst me. It only took a second for the super-glue to set. She pulled my hands away along with hers. I felt the expensive silicon breasts pull at my chest as they were allowed to hang freely on thier own.

She began to knead them with her fingers. “I don’t know how you would ever get them to come off.” She said happily. “But that’s ok, because this is how I want you to look.” She ordered me to pull my bra back up and then gave me permission to zip up my dress.

Once it was securly fastened closed Kelly stepped back and looked me over. She was now naked and I was wearing what she had been wearing just a short time ago. She spread her feet to about sholder width.

“I’m going to put make-up on you because I want to make you into as much of a woman as I can. But now while your still obviously nothing more then a sissyfied male I want to watch you eat my pussy.” She said forcing me to my knee’s.

“I can always remember what you looked like right now, because your never going to look this masculine again!” She added as she pulled my face tightly aginst her wet crotch.

 


 

f822_1760.jpgKelly had busied herself with something in a box, but now she turned so she was facing me again. “These are what I got you for your birthday sissy!” She said, holding out a pair of silicon breast forms. They were so realistic that they jiggled like jello whenever she moved her hands.

I felt them for a minute as I thanked her and after she handed them to me she pored a thick layer of super-glue on the back of each one. “You know what I want you to do.” She said as she snickered.

“I want you to push those breasts into place so they will be permanently glued to your chest.” She reached out and pulled the straps of my bra down off of my sholders, then pushed the satin and lace cups so they were forced a couple of inches lower then they would normaly be.

“Come on sissy.” She ordered sternly. “Glue those titties to your chest. I know you want to!” I slowly raised both breast forms up toward my chest. “That’s a good girl.” Kelly said to urge me on. When they were about an inch away from where my own breasts would be, if I had any, Kelly placed her spread hands on the nipple side of each one.

With increasing pressure she pushed them closer and closer until they were being firmly crushed aginst me. It only took a second for the super-glue to set. She pulled my hands away along with hers. I felt the expensive silicon breasts pull at my chest as they were allowed to hang freely on thier own.

She began to knead them with her fingers. “I don’t know how you would ever get them to come off.” She said happily. “But that’s ok, because this is how I want you to look.” She ordered me to pull my bra back up and then gave me permission to zip up my dress.

Once it was securly fastened closed Kelly stepped back and looked me over. She was now naked and I was wearing what she had been wearing just a short time ago. She spread her feet to about sholder width.

“I’m going to put make-up on you because I want to make you into as much of a woman as I can. But now while your still obviously nothing more then a sissyfied male I want to watch you eat my pussy.” She said forcing me to my knee’s.

“I can always remember what you looked like right now, because your never going to look this masculine again!” She added as she pulled my face tightly aginst her wet crotch.

 


 

f822_1761.jpgHer response was to ram her hips forward a third time. She kept applying more pressure until her hips were pressing firmly into my ass cheeks. “You took all of me cunt!” She rudely told me. “I love the way you look bent over like you are and with my cock buried as deep as it can go into your pussy!” I felt her grab my hips with her hands. “Now I’m going to show you what it feels like when you get a good hard fucking!” I was gasping and pleading with her to be more gentle as she moved her hips away from me so her cock was withdrawn from my tummy.

But all of that stopped when she slammed it back into me, sinking all the way in with the one thrust. My legs were convulsing and my inner thighs felt as if they had been slashed with a sharp knife, but the stabbing, searing pain flooding out from my violated hole into my groin and cock was all I really felt.

Several more times she plowed into me like that, which left me laying under her like a limp rag. I was slipping in and out of reality as she started to steadily pump her cock in and out of my once virgin pussy. I regained my sense’s and was greated by the still painful sensation of her rythmic fucking.

“Oh you take it good bitch!” She moaned. “Your so nice and tight, just the way I like them.” She added. I felt her sink all the way into me and then hesitate for a moment, but then she picked right back up with the same ferious tempo. Several more times she hesitated like she did before.

I was still finding it hard to move my legs and I moaned when I felt her take my cock into her hand. She bent it back between my thighs and then pulled my panties back up where they belonged so that the crotchband kept it like that. I could only gasp when she began to use both hands to stroke along the narrow strip of my panties that passed between my legs.

She knew how to make the smooth nylon move over my imprisoned cock so that in less then sixty seconds I was almost ready to squirt my come right into my own panties. She sensed how close I was and she started to give my swollen cockhead a good working over.

 


 

“Come on bitch!” She yelled. “Come in your panties for me!” She forced the head of my cock down between my cheeks. “Show me how much of a slut you really are cunt!” She shouted. A couple of strokes later she began to spank my ass cheeks with her open hand right through my panties.

“I ordered you to come you little slut!” She said swatting me even harder then she had been. She wrapped her fingers around my shaft as far as my panties would allow, then she started stroking me from the front of my panites to back over the head.

She saw my inner thighs tense up right before my hot sticky fluid started to shoot out of my cock. That gave her time to slip one hand under the waistband and shove her fingers in front of my cock. This allowed her to catch every squirt on her fingers, which she proptly shoved into my well fucked hole.

In this manor she managed to force my pussy to be filled with my own sticky sperm. “Oh sissy!” She gasped. “I got hot thinking about your own come being forced into your pussy!” She said as she pulled my panties back down to my thighs. “So I’m going to have to fuck you again!” She said with a laugh.

“Oh god, you’ll kill me!” I cried out meekly, but I was suprised at how easily she sank into me.

“Your come makes a good lubrication bitch, just like all women’s pussy’s are suppost to do.” This time I actually felt myself pushing back to meet her forward thrusts.

“Oh Kelly, fuck me.” I begged. “Fuck my pussy good, fuck my pussy hard!” I gasped.

“You can count on it slut!” She gleefully told me. “You can count on it.”

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