Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Sissy's Undoing

Continued from "Troubles Begin"

Taking a quick look at the clock, I noticed that the delivery had run late, and I was immediately stressed at the fact that Mistress would be home shortly. I knew I didn't have time to shower, and there was certainly no time for much cleanup either. I just pealed the skin-tight jeans down, crumpled them up and buried them at the bottom of the hamper.

I carefully pulled the bright yellow panties down my legs, trying not to make any more mess. I washed the creamy jism away in the sink, squeezed what water I could from the satin fabric and tucked the still wet panties inside my jeans at the bottom of the dirty clothes.

Running back to the bathroom, I then washed myself as best I could at the sink, and freshened my makeup, especially my lipstick, which had obviously been left along the length of Ken's gorgeous cock. I quickly straightened my hair and then swung by my closet, slipping into a cute little frayed-hem denim skirt and then over to my dresser and pulled some fresh panties up over my little clitty before trotting to the linen closet for fresh bedding.

Once the bed was made, I scurried down the stairs to prepare for Mistress. By the time she arrived, I was at the door to meet her, drink in hand, like the good little sissy I so try to be. "Why thank you, crissi." Mistress seemed pleased as she made her way to the couch to sit down and enjoy her drink. "Come take my heels off, dear," she called.

 I followed along and dropped to my knees in front of Mistress. Lifting first one foot and then the other, I brought each to my lips to pay the homage that was due. Gently kissing her toes with my tongue and inner lips, to avoid any lipstick mess. I sucked her heel into my my mouth like a tiny little cock and thanked her for the privilege of being her obedient sissy slave. I slipped off one 5-inch heel after the other, and then sat one of her delicate feet on my thigh while I started massaging the other.

"Tell me, sweetie, was the mattress delivered as scheduled?"

"Yes, Mistress, it was a little late, but now it's all ready for you, just as you instructed," I said, hoping for some credit, as I continued to massage her feet.

"So, everything went well, with no mishaps?"

"Yes. Mistress, perfectly well."

"Then tell me, why aren't you wearing stockings?"

My head immediately raced. Mistress had set strict rules that if my legs were exposed, I would be wearing thigh-high stockings. And it wasn't just her rule to make sure I was always as feminized as possible; she knew that I preferred it that way too. So, what could I tell her? I was afraid that if I said I had run them, she would want to see the discarded stockings, but I couldn't think of anything else. "I got a run, Mistress, while I was preparing for the delivery and cleaning under the bed. I didn't have time to change before the delivery or after."

I knew my story was weak, and I was expecting to be reprimanded for a late start or lack of preparation, but Mistress just let it go. "And the delivery men, they must have been strong to muscle that mattress up the long stairs. Were they handsome too?"

What a mind fuck! Instead of just telling her, I immediately started running through scenarios of what she might think and what her next question might be. Confused and getting more nervous by the second, I decided on the truth . . . or at least a version of it.

"I suppose they were strong, and one guy, the younger of the two was sort of handsome." I hoped that would be the end of it, and it was -- for the moment. Mistress just totally dropped that too.

"Well then, let's go see my new mattress," was all Mistress Staci had to day, as she pulled her feet from me, slipped them into the Marabou slippers I had ready for her, and headed straight for the staircase.

Once in the bedroom, Mistress hurried over to the bed, kicked off her slippers and jumped on top of her new mattress. "This is perfect," she said, bouncing a bit and running her hands over the surface of the comforter, pushing down to feel the plush new mattress beneath.

"Come over here, sweetie. Don't you just love it?" Mistress moved to the center of the bed and patted the vacated side, beckoning me to come.

"Don't you just love it?" she asked again, as she pulled my hand down to feel the bed.

"Yes Mistress, I agree -- it is just perfect." Still wondering and worried about our conversation downstairs, and totally self-conscious about my bare legs, I was lost in thought and not really all there.

Mistress Staci then pulled both my hands down to the bed, and then pushed down on my shoulders, as she swung herself up and back onto her feet. Massaging my back while applying pressure to keep me bent over the edge of the bed, Mistress fumbled to slip her feet back into her slippers and then stood directly behind me, pressing her tummy against my partially exposed bottom.

Continuing to rub her hands up and down my back, Mistress reached under my peasant top and kneaded her thumbs into my always aching muscles. I moaned in response, hoping to passively urge her to keep it up, and keep it up she did. Before I knew it, Mistress Staci placed one hand under my skirt and started rubbing my panty covered ass. Soon my short skirt was pulled up to expose my entire bottom, and Mistress was firmly massaging my butt and thighs.

"Love the yellow panties, crissi dear. You've learned color coordination well," Mistress purred just before slipping an exploratory finger between my thighs. That single finger quickly became two, and then three, and a minute later, Mistress was alternating between playing with my puckering pussy and lightly caressing my little sissy nuts through the satin of my panties.

"I think you deserve to be rewarded for a job well done," Mistress remarked, I think sort of just commenting out loud in explanation of the attention she was giving me. Pressing down on the middle of my back, Mistress let me know I was to stay bent over the bed. She then pressed hard against my sissy fuck hole before pulling my panties down and fully exposing my bare bottom.

I started to turn and look at Mistress, but she quickly turned my head back. "I want to surprise you, honey," she said in a sultry tone and then immediately returned to my pulsing hole, this time with a wet finger. I heard the drawer in the nightstand open and couldn't help but gasp. I finally had a good idea of where this was leading and was both totally excited and scared to death.

A moment later, Mistress was applying a generous amount of lube to my pussy. She started with what felt like two fingers and quickly became three or more. And I couldn't help it -- the fucking horny little slut that I am -- I wasted no time and started pushing back to meet her invading touch, moaning like a bitch in heat.

With one hand still playing with my little sissy cunt, I heard Mistress reach into the drawer again and quickly knew why. Her fingers removed, Mistress pressed down on my back and replaced the fingers with a much larger probe.

"Okay crissi, tell me, who's going to fuck you? Who's cock's going to make my sweet little sissy cream her panties?" Mistress loved to play the guessing game. You see, she always makes me name every dildo she uses on me. They're all named after the bulls whose cocks they most resemble . . . whose cocks have had both my Mistress wife and her cuckolded sissy bitch husband.

The plastic cockhead pressed against the opening to my well-lubed sissy hole hadn't just slipped in, so I knew it was of good size. "Is Gene going to fuck me, Mistress," I asked, Gene being short for Eugene, Mistress Staci's most well endowed black lover.

"Hmm, I didn't think you'd want Gene's giant prick, sweetie. You don't sit right for days after his cock pounds your nasty little cunt!" 

"Thank you, Mistress," I blurted out, relieved. Mistress pushed the large plastic cock deeper, and the combination of pain followed by relief made it clear that she was going to fuck me with Tommy, a thick 9-inch dildo that was heavily veined and realistic feeling, but like Tommy the bull, had a massive cockhead with a more slender shaft.

"Forgive me Mistress, I should have known." Tommy was my favorite of Mistress' studs, and if given the choice, I'd always pick "his" cock.

"Is Tommy going to fuck your bitch, Mistress?" I asked with growing excitement, already knowing the answer.

"You know he is, sweet crissi, but only if you ask him nicely."

"Oh, fuck me, Tommy. Please fuck me," I cried!

"That's it, bitch," Mistress replied. "Now beg for Tommy's wonderful cock to fill your sweet cunt and make you scream."

I had no resistance. I am a such a little cunt. "Please Tommy, please fuck me!" I begged.

"And begging for cock, what does that make you?" Mistress taunted. 

"I'm a sissy cockslut! I'm a cock-craved sissy whore!"

"That's better, now what do you want, bitch?" Mistress demanded an answer.

"I want Tommy's cock, Mistress. I want Tommy's cock to fuck my aching pussy and make me cum."

"Of course you do, bitch!" And Mistress forced the entire 9 inches deep into my gaping hole. I could feel the balls pressed against my ass as Mistress rhythmically pressed and released on the plastic cock.

"You like that, bitch? You like that nice fat cock raping your fucking sissy ass?"

"Yes Mistress, oh yes . . . please fuck me, please fuck your sissy."

Mistress wasted no time and started fucking me just the way I liked. She would pump the large cock deep, pull it out so just the head remained in my cunt, and then force it balls deep again. Over and over, she pounded my aching hole, stopping every once in awhile, and then pushing it even deeper and holding it there. I pushed back hard against every thrust, thoroughly enjoying the fucking I was receiving.

"Do you like that, sweetie?" Mistress purred.

"Oh yes, Mistress, so much." I responded, panting.

"Then tell me, bitch! Let me know how much you like it!"

"Yes, Mistress, yes! Fuck me, Mistress. Please, fuck me hard. It feels so good! I love being fucked! I love cock! I'm such a cockwhore! I need cock!" Mistress knows just how to excite me. She knows what a submissive little cunt I am and exactly what turns me on.

"What are you, crissi?" she urged.

"I'm a cockslut, Mistress, a sissy cockslut," I whined loudly, as she continued to pound the thick, hard cock in my sissy ass.

"And cocksluts need to be fucked," Mistress yelled out! Mistress reached her free hand between my legs and pulled my swelled clitty back between my thighs. She started kneading my hard clit between her fingers and thumb while she picked up the pace, driving all of Tommy's 9 inches deep inside me with each thrust.

"Cum for me, slut," Mistress coaxed. "Cum like the little sissy cockwhore you are," she commanded, while tugging on my clitty, the hard plastic cock buried in my sissy pussy.

"Cum, bitch, cum now!"

I couldn't contain myself any longer. I started to spasm, pushed back hard against the cock in my asscunt, felt my nutties tighten, and started spurting. Mistress forced the cock deep and then let go, but I continued to spasm.

Suddenly, Mistress released my little clit, and I felt my head whipped around by my hair. "You fucking little cunt" Mistress screamed!

"So, did the mattress man already fuck your goddamn ass?" Mistress jerked my head again, lifting me from the bed, the dildo slipping partially from my ass. She spun me half around and yanked my head down, lifting her other hand to my face.

"Look at that dribble! You fucking cunt!" Furious, she raised her hand and smeared the small puddle of cum across my face.

"You better start talking, bitch," she yelled! 

"Did you really believe I wouldn't notice your tiny little load? You fucking little whore!"

"I asked if the mattress man fucked you, bitch!" She glared, holding my head up by my hair, squeezing my cheeks with her other hand.

"No, Mistress, he didn't fuck me," I replied, still trying to catch my breath.

Mistress Staci let go of my cheeks and slapped me hard across the face. "You fucking lied to me, bitch!"

"I knew there was something up as soon as I saw you without stockings . . . as if a little sissy twat like you would ever miss a chance to be all femmy as she can." She finally released my hair and took a step back. 

"So, if he didn't fuck you, what happened? Did you cream your fucking panties while sucking his cock?" 

Mistress knew me too well, and I should have known that. "Yes, Mistress," I replied, leaning on the mattress, my head hung low, my clitty deflating, the Tommy cock pressed against the bed, hanging halfway out of my freshly fucked hole.

"I'm so sorry," I pleaded, softy, almost as a whisper. 

"Not half . . . not one fucking bit as sorry as you're going to be, BITCH!"

"Look at you. What the fuck did I ever see in you?" Hands on her hips, shaking her head from side to side, "How did I ever think you were a real man? You're such a pathetic little cumguzzling sissy faggot!"

"Let you suck a cock, and you fucking cream yourself!" Mistress reached toward me, and I flinched, expecting another slap or worse. But she instead grabbed hold of the plastic cock, pulled it from my ass and shoved it into my face. With her other hand, she took my shriveling clit, squeezed hard and pulled me toward her, as she pushed the plastic cockhead into my cheek and against my nose. Holding me there, she just glared into my eyes. 

"Oh no, not one fucking bit as sorry as you're going to be, bitch" dragging the plastic cockhead toward my mouth and against my lipstick coated lips.

She pushed the large dildo into my wet mouth, nearly making me gag as she forced it balls deep down my throat. "You're going to learn some fucking respect, you fucking little cunt!"

Yanking the phallus from me, "Now clean up this fucking mess," she screamed as she turned and walked away.

Almost to the door, she spun around and heaved the 9 inch dildo at me, missing entirely, which only pissed her off more. "Things are going to change," was the last thing she said before storming out of the room.

I felt bad for lying to Mistress, but there was really nothing I could do. A thousand thoughts rushed through me head. I really didn't know where this was going. I just knew that I had fucked things up, and all over a fucking 3 minute blowjob. I am such a pathetic little sissy, such an out of control cockwhore, and I betrayed the trust of my Mistress -- my Goddess.

What had started out to be my reward from Mistress would become my undoing. She would carry through on her promise, and things would definitely change. That incident was nearly a year and a half ago, and I am still Mistress' sissy, but much has changed. I'd love to tell you all about it.


Note: this will be my last post if I can't collect contributions for Mistress . . .

Begging for Support

Well, being a sissy, begging sort of comes natural, so here I am asking, PLEASE help me keep this blog alive. Mistress Staci has generously given me a chance to show her that I can collect homage for her, if she allows me to keep posting. Please, please, use the Donate link to the right and show Mistress that you appreciate her giving me time to write and show her that I am worth something.

I've already written the next part of the story of what happened to me last year -- it takes up where "Troubles Begin" left off. I will be posting it shortly. Please let me know what you think, and please leave me comments -- I just luv hearing from you gurls. I want to know what you think of my posts. I also want to know what type of posts you'd like to see . . . I know my "Are You a Sissy Slut" survey has been a sissy favorite. I want to know about you: about your likes and dislikes, about your feelings and fantasies, and most definitely about any cummies you might have reading my blog.


On Your Knees, Sissy Bitches!

Alright sluts, my bitch won't stop bothering me about this fucking blog, so I'm giving her one chance to prove there's any reason I should allow her to waste time here, away from serving me. She's promised me that her audience of pathetic little sissy cock sluts will gladly pay homage to her Mistress if I allow her to write. I told her to pull her pretty little head out of her panty-covered asspussy, but the little cunt just keeps it up.

This is her one chance. I'm letting her write one post, and we'll see what happens. If you "gurls" really like what my bitch puts out there, then you'll contribute, and she'll keep posting. If not, then at least I won't have to listen to her fucking whimpering or put up with her wasting time that belongs to me. This site will be gone.

Pay up or shut up, sissy bitches!

Mistress Staci

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Sissy Compilation

I never post this type of thing, but this particular compilation is one of my favorites I've seen, and besides, Mistress still refuses to let me post any more of my own intimate details or spend the time creating new content, but she approved this. So, enjoy!

Sissy Trainer from luckystrike0 on MovieFap.


Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Troubles Begin

As you may have noticed, I've not posted anything here in months. Please believe me that it's not been because of lack of desire but rather from lack of permission. You see, back in April of last year (wow, last year!) I was a naughty gurl, or as Mistress is so fond of saying, "a selfish little cunt!" I did something that I knew was wrong, and then instead of fully correcting my bad behavior, I doubled down. I've been punished and under strict training and restrictions ever since.

Mistress has allowed me to write this post but says that this is it unless I can figure out some way to make money with my blogging. She says that "I'm her bitch," and my "writing for a bunch of sissy faggots" doesn't do her a damn bit of good. So, any ideas will be appreciated, but for now, I can at least tell you how my troubles began.

It was spring, and I had been working hard getting the house all nice and tidy for Mistress. Everything was as it should be -- I was Mistress Staci's obedient servant, doing everything and anything she asked or desired, and she rewarded my devotion by allowing me to remain in her service, even though I am a limp-wristed little cocksucking sissy. But that was all about to change.

The day started like any other day. I was working mostly from home, so I got up in the morning and prepared Mistress coffee, helped her get ready and saw her off to work. I then got myself dressed, put on a wonderfully bright yellow peasant top, with my favorite Silver skinny stretch jeans and matching neon yellow pumps. It was essentially my idea of wearing "work clothes." I had to clean out from under Mistress' bed in preparation for a mattress that was to be delivered in the afternoon.

I had long finished my chores and was enjoying a lemonade while painting my nails and watching Young and the Restless when the phone rang. It was the mattress delivery man letting me know that he would arrive within the next 30 minutes. My show had ended and I was cleaning up my mess when the doorbell rang.

I looked through the peephole and verified that it was the delivery. Then I quickly made sure my little clitty was safely tucked away and not showning, and I opened the door to let him in.

"Hi, I'm Crissi," I said, and reached out my hand to shake. I thought briefly that the yellow nail polish might actually be too much but was quickly lost swimming in the friendly eyes of the young man standing on the porch.

"Good afternoon, mam," he said politely. "My name's Ken, and I believe I have a mattress for you." He then returned my gesture, reached out his hand and shook mine. "If you don't mind me saying so, you look real fine in yellow, mam."

Needless to say, I was swooning. I could barely contain myself. I'm marginally passable at best, but this handsome guy, who couldn't possibly be a day over 25, was treating me like a lady. If he had any clue that I was actually a sissy . . . a sissy who was already drooling over the fantasy of draining his hard cock -- he showed no hint of it. He was just so cute! He was driving me crazy and didn't even know it. I could think of nothing but getting my hands on the yummy cock tucked away in his trousers.

"Well, thank you, Ken," I muttered out in the most feminine voice I could muster. I was surprised at the pleasantness of the exchange but even more pleased. I couldn't just let it drop, "You're too kind. I'll bet you always make the girls smile."

"I don't know about that," he responded in earnest. "But your new mattress sure might help make you happy. Where do you want it?"

I opened the door all the way and pointed up the staircase. "I'm really sorry, but it needs to go to the master upstairs."

"Not a problem at all, mam. We'll get you all setup right quick." Ken yelled for his partner, a Hispanic guy named Louie, and entered the doorway, brushing lightly against me as I stood holding the door open. Louie entered behind him, gave me a silent smile and showed Ken some paper on a clipboard.

"If you don't mind, we'd like to haul the old mattress out before bringing the new one up," Ken suggested.

"No problem, at the top of the stairs, first door on the right," I replied. "It's all ready for you."

The two men then headed up the stairs, and I stood watching Ken's muscular buttocks negotiate the steps before turning to close the door. I closed my eyes and imagined what virle young cock he had tucked in his pants. Enjoying my daydream, I decided to wait at the bottom (my natural position) and "man" the front door. After trips to remove the old and deliver the new foundation, I closed the door behind the men one more time as they carried the large Cal-King mattress up the winding stair.

I decided to follow them up the steps this time, watching Ken's strong forearms flex as he handled the heavy mattress. We reached the landing at the top, and I continued to walk along behind them as they made their way into the bedroom and set the mattress down in place.

"You might want to try the mattress out, Crissi," Ken suggested with a smile. "Everyone does."

Delighted at the idea, I minced over to the bed, carefully putting one foot in front of the other and moving my best "ass-et" gracefully from side to side. I could feel their eyes on me as I bent low, my round ass accentuated in my skin-tight jeans, and I gently ran my hands over the fabric topping the mattress. I pushed down and turned to look at Ken. "It's so firm," I said slowly, moving my lips to deliberately draw attention.

I crawled onto the bed, moving like a cat and making a show of each seductive pose. I watched Ken as I moved, eager to judge his reaction, and it seemed that my good fortune was continuing. He was as intent on watching me as I was him.

I spun around on the bed, crossing my legs over the edge, my hands back on the mattress, holding my breasts up as high as possible, "It's just divine," I purred as I licked my lips.

Ken immediately pulled his eyes away from mine. "Well then, I guess we better get moving," he stammered. Louie left the room and started down the stairs, and Ken stood waiting for my reply.

"Okay, well thank you," was all I said, as I slid myself off the bed.

I walked over to where Ken was standing, and he reached out his hand once again. "It was nice meeting you," he said in a cordial tone.

I took his hand, squeezed it, and stepped close, to where our bodies almost touched. I had never done anything like this before, but I was desperately aroused just by the thought of holding this young Adonis' hard cock. 

It was obvious that the moment of truth had arrived, and without thinking I drew Ken's hand in mine toward the growing bulge in his trousers. I gently brushed the back side of my hand against his crotch and whispered, "I'd sure like to thank you proper for a job well done."

Ken immediately yelled down the stairs to Louie, "Go ahead and secure the load. I'll be out when I finished the paperwork."

That was all the cue I needed. I let go of Ken's hand and went straight for his belt, which I had unfastened a moment later. I squatted down with my knees in the air and fumbled over his top button but quickly got the others loose and dropped his pants to the carpet. To my delight, he was wearing a tight satin thong that already showed that little wet spot I knew I had created.

I ran my long nails upward across the satin, gently teasing his fully loaded nut sack, and then tugged his waist band down, releasing his growing prick. "Mmm, I purred," as I held his manhood in my small feminine hand. I do so love the sight of long manicured nails on hard manflesh. I gently licked Ken's swelling cockhead and then looked up at him as I licked my lips.

Ken moaned his approval, and I opened my painted lips to fill my hungry mouth with his now nicely hard cock. A fat head with a slightly smaller shaft that was nicely veined, he had the perfect cock. It was only around 7 inches, but thick and already hard as rock.

I ran my tongue up and down it's length, thinking of nothing other than the gorgeous cock I was servicing. I took him in my mouth and then released him again to kiss the head, Ken moaning the entire time. I felt my little sissy clitty come to life in my panties and knew that I'd be creaming soon.

Holding his thick cock in one hand and his muscular ass in the other, I guided his purple head between my lips and to the back of my throat. I moved my mouth up and down along his strong shaft, grasping one cheek of his fine ass in each hand and slowly began to increase the pace.

It wasn't long before Ken grabbed hold of my hair and started fucking my face, thrusting his hips and forcing his turgid cockhead down my throat with each thrust. I just held on for dear life as the young stud made me the happiest sissy on the planet.

Ken pounded my hungry face steady, grunting the whole time. He then pulled my hair hard, forcing his cock deep down my throat, my face buried in his untrimmed pubic hair. I knew what was coming, and I delighted in the thought. I felt my own little clitty release, filling  my panties with warm sissy goo, as the stud whose cock filled my mouth pulled back and then pumped twice more before holding by head firmly in place and forcing every inch of cum filled man cock down my throat.

He held me there as he erupted inside me. He fed me so much hot jism on the first burst alone that I nearly choked. But managed to just enjoy the feeding. Ken pulled back once and then forced his cock deep again, leaving a trail of his hot cum for me to savor as my tongue massaged his rigid shaft. Load after hot steamy load shot from his manly cum cannon, and I swallowed every last drop.

As his orgasm subsided, Ken slowly began to draw his prick from my mouth, my lips wrapped tightly around the shaft to make sure I got every last drop of his yummy load. I released his buttocks, gently held his cock one more time and licked his cockhead clean. The warm mess in my panties was wet on my thighs, and I just hoped that it didn't show on my jeans but feared looking.

Ken slowly pulled his cock from my mouth, and I reluctantly relaxed my lips and let it slip away. He took a half-step backwards and bent to pull up his pants, as I dropped to my knees, afraid to stand up for fear of showing cum-stained jeans. Instead I placed my hands over my denim crotch and just looked up at Ken, the mattress delivery man.

Obviously embarrassed at what had happened, Ken fumbled with his pants and stuttered as he spoke. "Well, ah, well, thank you, mam," was all he said before turning to leave the room.

I licked my lips and replied, "The thanks are all mine, sweetie," but he was out the door before I finished the sentence. He never did the "paperwork," if indeed there was any such thing, and I've never heard or seen from him since. I heard the front door close, got up, pranced down the stairs and looked out the front window in time to see the truck drive away.

Looking down between my legs, I found that I was smart not to stand. The large wet spot down my right pant leg could easily have tipped Ken off that he had just been sucked dry by a cum-craved sissy cockslut. I wonder what he would have thought about that.

So, that is how my troubles began. Of course, the shit didn't fly until Mistress found out about my indiscretion, but then that's another story . . . the next story -- if I can figure a way to meet Mistress' demands . . .