This is a dirty story. If you don't want to read it, then don't. Copyrighted 2008 by Sissy Whore. I love to hear comments. Feel free to send pics, too. sissy.whore@gmail.com
Chapter 5
As I was waiting for Bernice to answer the door, I was so nervous that I was practically shaking and the buttplug was making my asshole twitch. Finally, the door opened.
"Ah, there you are, slut. Get your ass inside." She reached out and dragged me inside by my ear.
"Owww."
"You are such a fucking pansy. Now drop your trowsers and bend over."
I did as Bernice asked. It was so humiliating dropping my pants to show off my panties to my black assistant.
"Good. You are wearing your panties." Bernice then pulled them down. "Even better. You haven't removed your plug." She gave my balls a little squeeze. "If you had done that, I'd have to whup you good. Now, pull up your panties and go into the bathroom and put on the outfit that I laid out for you. Be sure not to untie your clitty or take the plug out or you'll get a hiding."
"But Mistress, I have to pee."
"Well then sit down and pee like the sissy that you are."
I went into the bathroom. It was a stereotypical girl's bathroom done in shades of pink with pink cutains trimmed with lace and a pink furry mat on the floor. There was even a small pink leather chair next to the toilet. I wondered what that was for. The outfit on the counter was mostly pink as well. There were a pair of hot pink silk panties with the word "whore" printed on the ass in a garrish purple color and a pink bra to match, a low cut pink spagetti strap shirt. Ther were also a black garter belt with trimmed with pink lace, black stockings, and a black leather mini trimmed with pink on the bottom, black patent heels trimmed with pink at the top, and a small black coat that looked like it only fit over the shoulders.
I couldn't believe that I would have to actually dress as a woman. Some sex play was one thing, but this was too much. Well, I really had no choice. It was Bernice's treatment or this. Besides, my cock twitched when I thought about her nice curvy figure. So I put on the clothes as best as I could. As I was putting on the shoes, I heard a knock on the door.
"Who is it?"
"Who do you think it is, you stupid whore?" came Bernice's curt reply. "Open the door, cunt."
I opened the door for Bernice and she ordered my to spread my legs for inspection-- more and more humiliating, but I complied. She immediately pinched my nipples.
"Your tits are missing, whore."
She then lifted up my skirt and looked at my panties and stockings.
"That's not right, either. I can't believe that you are too stupid to even get dressed. Oh well, as usual, I'll have to do it myself. Strip."
I stripped all of my clothes off. My cock twitched to be naked in front of this beautiful black goddess again, but because it was tied back you could only see my bush move a bit.
"Now, pay attention, because you'll have to do this next time."
First, Bernice slipped some sort of wire frame onto my nipples that sort of pulled them out. Then she picked up a bottle of spirit gum from the counter that I hadn't noticed and painted my chest with it. After that she applied two fake silicone boobs.
"Now. Those are your tits. Take care of them."
She then put my bra on, and then my garter belt, stockings and held my panties out for me. I stepped into them.
"Good girls wear their panties under their garter belts," Bernice said. "You aren't a good girl. You are a stupid whore. You wear your panties over your garters so that when a guy wants to fuck you, you can spread your sweet cheeks for him easily."
Bernice helped me into my mini skirt, shoes, blouse, and little leather jacket. She then spent about 20 minutes doing my makeup all the while scolding me to pay attention because I would have to do it soon. When she was done, I looked in the mirror and was quite surprised. The makeup was fairly tasteful although the shape of lipstick was a bit whorish. If you didn't look carefully, you wouldn't think I was a man at all!
"Now then, slut, go great our guests," so saying, Bernice grabbed my ear and marched me out into the living room. You can imagine my shock when I saw six young black well built tattooed ... thugs ... would be what you would call them. My asshole twitched with nervousness around the plug!