18 My New Sex
Part 18
Sissie's fixation becomes Sissification part 18
My New Sex
So, having listened to Mistress Fiona's gogorgeous voice. As we drove to her home somewhere at the other end of the country. Listening intently. Trying as best i could to ride the bumps and twists of the car as it broke and accelerated with this plastic cock in my ... in my pussy. My boipussy. By the time we arrived there was absolutely no doubt what Mistress wantes from me. Or that complying in every way possible was going to serve me better. I was under severe, partly self prescribed blackmail whether i wanted to be or not. Should i decide to be 'a naughty girl'. Well. The videos and pics of me would be sent to all and everyone in my phone.
Once all tge details, the ifs and butts, had been explained to me. Finally. The fact i was falling in love with this sexually magnificent woman made my forced submission enjoyable in many, many ways. Mistress did not want to be cruel to me. But made it known that should i become testy ahe was more than capable of making my life as her new sex slave unbearable. Should i continue to please her as i had upto now managed to do. We could both be very happy. It was a dream inside a nightmare. Possibly this was the only way i was ever going to fullfill my constant lifelong cravings. My sissy, oops sorry Sissie destiny. Thinking like this made everything much simpler. I understood why my male ego needed to be stripped away. Jesus, i had drooled over enough sissy porn and sissy hypno porn to know, and in many ways relish every step of this new future. Once i had been degraded and humiliated enough, enough to accept my new position. And my, as i had been informed, new and fast changing appearence and body. Then i could truly become the filthy, ki ky cumslut Mistress new i was. Cumslut, sissy, pet, sexslave, maid, femboi, even girlfriend. I was to be and become all this and more to my new trainer. My new owner.
But after i had been shown to my new bedroom. In this seriously gigantic house. A country mansion being a more accurate descriptionof her home. Private stables, a half mile drive over those crunchy, stately stoned drive. This house must have a half dozen bedrooms and bathrooms i mused. Left alone putting all my new clothes from the porn shop away was almost surreal. Mistress Fiona, despite being 2 or 3 inches taller than myself was a very similar dress size. And an identical size 6 shoe. Kindly, i noticed she had allready filled much of my new closets with old underwear, skirts, shoes and dresses. Even leggings and trousers of her own. Or her previously owned sluts. I just wanted to try every garment on right there and then. However Mistress knocked on the door and asked me to share a drink with her in her sumptuous kitchen.
After opening a bottle of wine and putting some nibbles on the island. We perched on two white leather stools. She did look incredible in her tight black jumper dress. Just watching her cross those perfectly toned legs as she so elegantly did was enough to make my cock pulse and twitch in its snug clitty cage. Smiling at me she began to explain further our new 'arrangement'.
Mistress Fiona was married to James. James and her families owned a multi-million pound investment company. They also owned several high end 'adult stores' amongst other things. As we all know i thought, easy to make money once you have money. They had been set to marry by both families. However, James was a very dominant biaexual man. More gay than not Mistress informed. As c***dren they had played and holidayed together. Fiona had a brother. Andrew. Andrew and James had been secret lovers since forever. Neither family wanting the world to know this. Mistress even told me how she had beconed her brother into their bed on their wedding night. These two men apoarently enjoyed the thrill of screwing sexy sissy sluts. So Mistress Fiona, wanting to keep all thus very private had found first Victoria, and now it was my turn. As basically a secret sexual plaything for James and Andrew. The last thing they wanted was stories in the press. I was gutted to hear this. Yes i was a pervey sissy slut. But i loved women! I loved Mistress fiona! Seeing the dejected sadness written all over my face she pause.
'Aaaaw don't be sad Sissie' she lent over and softly stroked my face. Before putting one hand on my thigh and continuing. Informing me that she actually did fancy the silky slutty pants offa me and would not only be negotiating my feminization. My sissification. But had so far enjoyed it. And was looking forward to all my training and the time we would be spending together. She handed me another pack of the 'giirly pills'. I took two together for the first time and glugged a half glass of wine before politely asking to step outside for a cigarette.
I loved smoking all dolled up. I visited the bathroom to re apply my lippy. I loved the lipstick staining the cork of the fag. The tablets allmost immediately intensifying my lustfull weakness at how i felt and looked every time i moved or swayed. The feel of Mistress fingers over my silken, barely blackhold up stockings was simply fabulous.
Was i? I was now a fucking sissy. Sissie the sissy. And right there and then i was very happy to be. I minced back in to the kitchen. Mistress Fiona was stood at the island pouring us both a G and T. Sod it, i thought. All at once as i approached her. She turned to face me. Passing me the crystal tumbler. Ice and lemon chinking against the walls of the expensive drinking vessel. As my heart thumped, and was thumping and thudding around me.... inside of me. Somewhere. Somewhere inside, so hard and so fast. As i tried to absorb the intense, and growing with intensity compulsions. Compulsions provoking and persuading me to go for it. Raging and reverberating around and inside me. My inner thighs twitched and the cheeks of my bum tensed and relaxed.... and tensed and..... I remembered the cheeky boy i .... i was. Still alive inside the boi. The giirly boi. The sexy as fuck sissy slut i now was. Embracing my slutty, cheeky soul and the impulses of my sexual heart. The reprocussions could be painful or cruel. But the reality could ne better than anything i eber before experienced. Possibly juicier than any juicy 'thang' anyone ever experienced. Or tasted.
And.. Be it truth or lie? ........ Which i suppose depends upon the heart and soul feeling..... Well, i was convinced, or had i convinced myself? That Mistress liked me too. Liked me back. That i was somehow better... fitter, brighter, older, had smaller feet, bluer eyes, perter cheekbones, taughter thighs....... That kiss.... Yes. Then the kiss. Our kiss. Our mouths sharing breath. And saliva. And passion. Tender, moist, consuming passion.
And tthen there was her. Her, herself. The beauty that was handing me the chinking glass. Without debate! A woman of such rare quality, surely no sissy like me.... as pathetic as me. As she knows me to be. Beyond even what i knew of myself. This female apparition that had either chosen, or fooled me. Intelectually proficient. Deeply magnetic. Five feet nine and a half tall in bare feet. Nine and a half stone. Perfectly formed. Blonde of hair. Captivating of eye. Mistress Fiona's body curved like only the truly blessed artists dare paint. Her boobs encased in that dress like sexy as fuck, and perfectly shaped, halted pendulums. Needing to be free'd... me to free them. Arse cheeks i wanted to burry myself in for days.
Sissie's fixation becomes Sissification part 18
My New Sex
So, having listened to Mistress Fiona's gogorgeous voice. As we drove to her home somewhere at the other end of the country. Listening intently. Trying as best i could to ride the bumps and twists of the car as it broke and accelerated with this plastic cock in my ... in my pussy. My boipussy. By the time we arrived there was absolutely no doubt what Mistress wantes from me. Or that complying in every way possible was going to serve me better. I was under severe, partly self prescribed blackmail whether i wanted to be or not. Should i decide to be 'a naughty girl'. Well. The videos and pics of me would be sent to all and everyone in my phone.
Once all tge details, the ifs and butts, had been explained to me. Finally. The fact i was falling in love with this sexually magnificent woman made my forced submission enjoyable in many, many ways. Mistress did not want to be cruel to me. But made it known that should i become testy ahe was more than capable of making my life as her new sex slave unbearable. Should i continue to please her as i had upto now managed to do. We could both be very happy. It was a dream inside a nightmare. Possibly this was the only way i was ever going to fullfill my constant lifelong cravings. My sissy, oops sorry Sissie destiny. Thinking like this made everything much simpler. I understood why my male ego needed to be stripped away. Jesus, i had drooled over enough sissy porn and sissy hypno porn to know, and in many ways relish every step of this new future. Once i had been degraded and humiliated enough, enough to accept my new position. And my, as i had been informed, new and fast changing appearence and body. Then i could truly become the filthy, ki ky cumslut Mistress new i was. Cumslut, sissy, pet, sexslave, maid, femboi, even girlfriend. I was to be and become all this and more to my new trainer. My new owner.
But after i had been shown to my new bedroom. In this seriously gigantic house. A country mansion being a more accurate descriptionof her home. Private stables, a half mile drive over those crunchy, stately stoned drive. This house must have a half dozen bedrooms and bathrooms i mused. Left alone putting all my new clothes from the porn shop away was almost surreal. Mistress Fiona, despite being 2 or 3 inches taller than myself was a very similar dress size. And an identical size 6 shoe. Kindly, i noticed she had allready filled much of my new closets with old underwear, skirts, shoes and dresses. Even leggings and trousers of her own. Or her previously owned sluts. I just wanted to try every garment on right there and then. However Mistress knocked on the door and asked me to share a drink with her in her sumptuous kitchen.
After opening a bottle of wine and putting some nibbles on the island. We perched on two white leather stools. She did look incredible in her tight black jumper dress. Just watching her cross those perfectly toned legs as she so elegantly did was enough to make my cock pulse and twitch in its snug clitty cage. Smiling at me she began to explain further our new 'arrangement'.
Mistress Fiona was married to James. James and her families owned a multi-million pound investment company. They also owned several high end 'adult stores' amongst other things. As we all know i thought, easy to make money once you have money. They had been set to marry by both families. However, James was a very dominant biaexual man. More gay than not Mistress informed. As c***dren they had played and holidayed together. Fiona had a brother. Andrew. Andrew and James had been secret lovers since forever. Neither family wanting the world to know this. Mistress even told me how she had beconed her brother into their bed on their wedding night. These two men apoarently enjoyed the thrill of screwing sexy sissy sluts. So Mistress Fiona, wanting to keep all thus very private had found first Victoria, and now it was my turn. As basically a secret sexual plaything for James and Andrew. The last thing they wanted was stories in the press. I was gutted to hear this. Yes i was a pervey sissy slut. But i loved women! I loved Mistress fiona! Seeing the dejected sadness written all over my face she pause.
'Aaaaw don't be sad Sissie' she lent over and softly stroked my face. Before putting one hand on my thigh and continuing. Informing me that she actually did fancy the silky slutty pants offa me and would not only be negotiating my feminization. My sissification. But had so far enjoyed it. And was looking forward to all my training and the time we would be spending together. She handed me another pack of the 'giirly pills'. I took two together for the first time and glugged a half glass of wine before politely asking to step outside for a cigarette.
I loved smoking all dolled up. I visited the bathroom to re apply my lippy. I loved the lipstick staining the cork of the fag. The tablets allmost immediately intensifying my lustfull weakness at how i felt and looked every time i moved or swayed. The feel of Mistress fingers over my silken, barely blackhold up stockings was simply fabulous.
Was i? I was now a fucking sissy. Sissie the sissy. And right there and then i was very happy to be. I minced back in to the kitchen. Mistress Fiona was stood at the island pouring us both a G and T. Sod it, i thought. All at once as i approached her. She turned to face me. Passing me the crystal tumbler. Ice and lemon chinking against the walls of the expensive drinking vessel. As my heart thumped, and was thumping and thudding around me.... inside of me. Somewhere. Somewhere inside, so hard and so fast. As i tried to absorb the intense, and growing with intensity compulsions. Compulsions provoking and persuading me to go for it. Raging and reverberating around and inside me. My inner thighs twitched and the cheeks of my bum tensed and relaxed.... and tensed and..... I remembered the cheeky boy i .... i was. Still alive inside the boi. The giirly boi. The sexy as fuck sissy slut i now was. Embracing my slutty, cheeky soul and the impulses of my sexual heart. The reprocussions could be painful or cruel. But the reality could ne better than anything i eber before experienced. Possibly juicier than any juicy 'thang' anyone ever experienced. Or tasted.
And.. Be it truth or lie? ........ Which i suppose depends upon the heart and soul feeling..... Well, i was convinced, or had i convinced myself? That Mistress liked me too. Liked me back. That i was somehow better... fitter, brighter, older, had smaller feet, bluer eyes, perter cheekbones, taughter thighs....... That kiss.... Yes. Then the kiss. Our kiss. Our mouths sharing breath. And saliva. And passion. Tender, moist, consuming passion.
And tthen there was her. Her, herself. The beauty that was handing me the chinking glass. Without debate! A woman of such rare quality, surely no sissy like me.... as pathetic as me. As she knows me to be. Beyond even what i knew of myself. This female apparition that had either chosen, or fooled me. Intelectually proficient. Deeply magnetic. Five feet nine and a half tall in bare feet. Nine and a half stone. Perfectly formed. Blonde of hair. Captivating of eye. Mistress Fiona's body curved like only the truly blessed artists dare paint. Her boobs encased in that dress like sexy as fuck, and perfectly shaped, halted pendulums. Needing to be free'd... me to free them. Arse cheeks i wanted to burry myself in for days.
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