It was just over a year ago when I first published "My Wildest Fantasy" on a now defunct website. I received a few responses to that story when I mentioned that I had pictures to send anyone who might be interested. I also published the story on Nifty just about a month ago, since it was so popular before. This story documents what happened since that first publishing date.
One of the many responses I originally received was from a Man described in his email address as "youngnastybastard" . He demanded that I send Him the pictures I had offered in the original story. As ordered, I responded to His email with the humiliating pictures that I had taken of me for the story. As it turned out He enjoyed them and Our/our relationship started from there.
He told me how ridiculous I was and that I needed some control in my life. I could not agree more as His subsequent emails always left me hard and excited. He wanted more pictures of me, pictures of me dressed in slutty costumes, frilly costumes, baby costumes, and I eventually exhausted my supply of the pictures I had taken through the past few years of myself in ever so humiliating states of crossdressing. Since most of the pictures had my face in them, I was becoming ever more subject to His control.
Wanting even more from me, He started telling me what to do in the pictures that I sent to Him. In one set of pictures that I will never forget, He wanted me to find a dirty toilet that was disgusting to even look at. Once I found one, He wanted me to kneel in front of it, and lick the gross and dirty rim clean, making sure that I had perfectly clear facial shots of my cleaning of the gross and dirty toilet with my tongue. Of course, I felt I had to do as He instructed. His control of me was only surpassed by my ever increasing need for humiliation and degradation at His capable hands.
He seemed to perfectly understand not only my need to debase myself, but that I had a definite desire to please Him in any matter that He desired. I wanted to please Him, if for no other reason than to get a kind word from Him, or to find out how much He laughed at the disgusting things He made me do. He would offer me little carrots of praise while in the same paragraph tell me how ridiculous I was.
The first time we met was unforgettable. It was at a small bar and restaurant. He told me when to be there, to be wearing a white dress shirt, and to wait for Him. I was sitting by myself at a small table in the corner. Of course, He knew what I looked like, but I had no idea what He was like. I had only seen one picture of Him, and that was of His cock, and of course it was much bigger than my own. I guess alpha males are like that. I drooled over the picture of that cock for a long while. He even had me put it on my desktop as a screensaver so that I could stare at it whenever I logged on to my computer.
I was in awe of Him. He had so much control over me, and both of us knew it, that I would not have cared what He looked like. He could have been young, old, overweight, butch, straight, married, unmarried, whatever, it would not have mattered a bit. As it was He was just perfect, confidant, cocky, arrogant, and probably good-looking. I am really no judge of that as I had always considered myself attracted to women. But here I was sitting in a bar meeting the Man who had been controlling me these last few weeks.
He sat down and started telling me about myself. About my need for domination, my need for humiliation, how I would degrade myself in almost any fashion just because it made my little dick hard like no woman could. I could not argue with Him, as everything He was saying was 100% dead-on balls accurate. He told me how He knew all of this because He was a Dominant Man, and was aware of the degree of shame that some submissive wimps like me would go to please Him.
He explained that I would not get His cock or sperm until I proved myself to Him. It would take awhile for Him to be sure that I was the one. The one for what I was not sure, but I hoped He was talking about me sucking His beautiful, massive cock. He told me that we would meet more often in the future, and that I would never know when I might get that first chance to suck His cock. I needed more training first He informed me, and that I would learn to live with the degradation, and eventually, to crave it.
He told me that our first meeting was almost over and handed me a bag out of His briefcase that He had arrived with. He instructed me to go into the bathroom and find an empty stall, lock the door, and put on what was in the bag. Once I was done I was to drape a few squares of toilet paper over the door and unlock it. I do not remember the walk to the restroom, I was in a fog. I do remember perfectly what happened later.
When I opened the bag, much to my surprise, I found a black bra and panty set. Fumbling now with my jeans and shirt, wanting to do as He had told me to, I struggled out of my clothes. Sitting in a restaurant/bar men's bathroom completely naked is a trip, but putting on a a black bra and pair of panties was infinitely worse. After, dressing in the outfit, I put the toilet paper over the door and unlocked it, my little cock hard and not knowing what to expect.
When the door opened, it was my Master, softly laughing at me. He knew I would do just as He said. Sitting there on a toilet in a Men's bathroom wearing bra and panties was bad enough, but He told me to put on my shirt as I looked ridiculous. After putting on my shirt, He laughed even harder when He told me that He could see the outline of the bra through it. He pulled out that beautiful cock that I had drooled over so many times and starting pissing on me. He pissed in my hair, my face, and all over my shirt. When He was done He pulled out his phone and took a picture of me. He told me that after I thanked Him for His piss, I could sit there and play with my cock until I came in my panties. Of course, I thanked Him for pissing on me, I thanked Him for letting me have the only kind of sex that I was allowed to have, and I even thanked Him for the gift He had given me to wear. Just before He left, He told me to buy some more sets, as I would always have to wear them. Certainly I was not a Man and that I may as well dress in women's underclothes. With that he walked out of the bathroom. I sat there on the toilet, tasting the drops of pee on my lips, masturbating furiously over what had just happened. I loved it! I loved Him, I loved His control. I loved how stupid I could be for Him. He owned me, and like an alpha dog, he had marked His territory and property. After I had cum, I realized I had to walk out of there wearing a black bra and panties, under a drenched, piss stained, white shirt, with my hair completely soaked and smelling like a urinal. It was then that I knew I would do whatever He said for as long as He would have me in His life.
Since then, I have waited anxiously for His every contact with me. Since I had to wear bra and panties every day, I started wearing loose, dark tops to work so that no one could see them under my clothes. I am sure that He figured I was doing something of that sort, as He ordered me to go online and purchase Pueraria Mirifica tablets and Breast Cream from Ainterol Herbs to increase my bust size. I was reluctant but knew I had to go through with the whole thing. He had too many pictures of me, and more importantly, I enjoyed His control. I did not think that the herbs would work but when I started growing little breasts on my relatively flat chest I was not only surprised but strangely pleased that I could send Him the proof that He demanded for His growing photo album of me. A few months after that He had me start using Progesterone Cream twice a day as well, to help with the shrinking of my useless cock. As my chest got bigger, my little clit seemed to be going the other way. It was shrinking. I explained this to Him and His only response was to send Him pictures of my little cock. I eventually got up to a B cup before He allowed me to stop, and my cock has shrunk to less than 2" soft, and less than 4" hard.
When He received the pictures of my little cock, not only did He get a big laugh, but He said all of His friends had a bigger laugh as well. Oh jeez, I could not believe He had shown the pictures to His friends, but in retrospect, what was I thinking. They were His property after all. Just like me. So I resigned myself to the fact that He would show my pictures to whichever friends of His that He wanted.
In addition to the bra and panties I wear daily, Master has ordered me to tan once a week in them at a local tanning parlor. I am also required to keep the areas that they cover completely free of any hair growth, along with my underarms. The striking contrast between my tanned hairy chest and stomach, and the smooth-shaven lily white areas is quite dramatic. It makes me feel ever so foolish whenever I glimpse myself in the mirror. Knowing that in the future I would never join a gym, I also know that I will never have an intimate contact or relationship with a Woman again. There is never a question about not wearing the required bra and panties as He will sometimes text message me on my phone for a 'proof' picture and I have less than a minute to send Him a picture from my phone showing the bra. The fallout for not obeying Him is someplace I do not ever want to go to!
I was once ordered to send Him a video of myself peeing in a wine glass, filling it to the rim with my yellow piss, and then drink it for Him, thanking Him between gulps for the opportunity to actually drink piss. He enjoyed that video so much, as did His mates, that He told me I was to do that every weekend, stating my name and the date, and send Him the videos. It was truly too late to worry about my fate.
One time, He ordered me to fuck myself with a dildo, and then suck the filth of of it, and then fuck myself again with it. His friends really got a laugh out of that one. A ridiculous sissy on film thanking her Master on cam for fucking her so good, that I loved the taste of the dildo after it came out of my dirty ass. Each video He orders me to make for Him MUST be better than the last one, as He has started showing them to His friends at sex parties, and He does not want to be displeased or disrespected.
I met Him a few more times through the course of the year, each time in a different bar. Each time I met with Him I was to wear the white shirt with my bra showing through, coupled with a pair of light colored slacks, and have a one hundred dollar bill sitting on the table. He would laugh at what I had become, and then laugh even more at the things He would hint at doing to me in the future. Each time, He would say that I was almost trained to the point where I could experience His cum, but not quite yet. Each visit would end with the bathroom ritual, after He pocketed the money on the table for the golden shower I was about to be blessed with. He would have me sitting in the cubicle on the toilet with my slacks around my ankles, masturbating my little cock, my mouth wide open and waiting for Him to open the door. He would cover my face and mouth, shirt and slacks with His piss, all while filming me wanking furiously while I mumbled words of gratitude to Him, His soft laughter echoing in my ears. At least I was getting regular sex, I thought!
I have been made to eat upwards of 5 meals in a single day, and then wear a diaper the entire next day, while writing lines of gratitude to Him, by hand. No matter what the total number of lines actually are, I must scan each page and email them to Him as proof of compliance. It is a totally demeaning experience spending the better part of a weekend, to sit and squirm in one's own waste for 20 hours or so, smelling what would be so gross to most people, but it only actually serves to make me express my adoration more profusely to Him. He sometimes text messages me on my phone asking if 'sissy has made her poopy yet today'. He will then demand that when I do, I must catch my morning constitutional in my hand instead of allowing it to drop into the toilet. I must then smell the log and give it a loving kiss goodbye. He says He owns my shit, and everything else about me, and that this should re-enforce that fact in my mind on those days when I have to kiss my shit goodbye. Of course a picture as proof will follow to Him showing my compliance to His direction. It is very embarrassing to do this, but also very arousing knowing that I will do almost anything for Him.
I finally got to start enjoying His cum!!!! He had me send Him my address and to beg profusely for His cum. I was not even reluctant at that point, knowing that finally I was going to be allowed to suck His cock. I had no idea when He was going to visit, so imagine my surprise when I received a small package in the mail. Inside was a small piece of dry ice, and 2 rubbers, each filled with frozen cum, and a note. The note directed me to get my cam ready, dress up in one of my outfits, and thank Him on film for sending me His cum. I would be allowed to masturbate, but would have to suck the contents of each of the rubbers into my hungry cuntmouth. It said further that I could expect one of these gifts every now and then, depending on my performance for Him in future photo assignments. It also stated that I would send Him $100.00 for each and every load that He produced for me.
I jumped to get ready, dress, and set up the cam. I took the rubbers out and allowed them to thaw out in my mouth, still tied off to protect the precious contents. On cam, I lovingly took one at a time, after taking the knot out of it, and rolled it over my tongue. I could feel the taste and flavor as it slid back on my tongue, each and every taste-bud I had was alive and reveling in the act of me debasing myself like this. It was delicious, I do have to say, after waiting so long to taste Him,and I thanked Him over and over for allowing me to taste and eat His cum. I came so hard that I was surprised at the amount I shot. Only about 1/4 of just one of His massive loads, but a lot for me and my little clit.
I dutifully sent out the money for His rubbers to an address at paypal, and thanked Him profusely for the opportunity to be His cumslut in a private email when I sent the required video. It was not until later that I wondered if it was actually His sperm, or rubbers that He had found in a video arcade or something like that. After I thought about it, I knew it did not matter, as I was already addicted to the taste of cum, and knew that I would pay Him for every rubber He sent to me.
There have been many rubbers since then, nothing regular, just now and again, one, two, or even three rubbers in my mailbox. I would then take the video and send Him the money, loving the taste of cum while doing so. He even started sending me His morning piss once a month, again for a nominal fee to His paypal account, to use as an aromatic spritzer on my body in the morning after I shower, so that I may smell like His piss all day long, just like a good cumslut and toilet should smell. He explained in an enclosed note that I am to apply it to my underarms, my crotch, and a light dusting to my face and lips, much like a Woman would use Her floral body spray. Of course, I also thank Him in a short email every time I use it on my hairless sissified body. I then go about my day knowing I smell like His strong dark morning piss, and also knowing that He had a chuckle for the day.
I am sure You have all heard of pay-to-view videos on some femdom websites. I remember actually purchasing some of them in my past. He has come up with a variation on that PTV video theme to make me feel even more stupid and embarrassed. Now, whenever I finish a video that He has directed me to take, once I send it to Him I have to send Him a PHTV , which stands for 'pay-Him-to-view'. He will view it and depending on how gross it was, how stupid it was, or how embarrassing for me it was, He will tell me how much to send Him for viewing it. This really makes me feel stupid, not only for making the video but for paying Him to watch it as well. Sheesh! I can only hope that He does not start having me pay the same amount for each of His friends to view them!!!!!!!!!!!
He has hinted that He has dark and nasty plans in store for me even while giving no clue what they might be. I am somewhat sure that they will parallel the eating habits of my last story with either my own or His waste, or even worse, to actually become a whore for Him. But it could be anything, He has a very active imagination and knows that I will do anything to please Him. Since he knows so much about me and has an untold number of revealing and potentially embarrassing pictures and videos of me, coupled with the fact that I know virtually nothing about Him, (save for what the drops of His piss taste like rolling off of my dripping face), I am forced to do whatever He may come up with. I only want to amuse Him, it really does not matter what the plans may be.
He often threatens me with posting my videos and pics to xtube. I have repeatedly begged Him and pleaded with Him not to do this. My hope is that if I keep Him happy and pleased enough with me by doing as He orders me to do, that the threat will never materialize. Certainly it is always in the back of my mind. If You are reading this story Master, please, please, please do not do anything like this. Please give me a chance to do something even more stupid and humiliating for You instead. PLEASE!!
While He is in a relationship, I do not know if it is with a Man, or a Woman, or with multiple house slaves. He informed me that my relationship with Him was unique to Him, and that it is going to be like this for a long time. I would have no opportunity to be with a Woman again with my hairless, sissified body, and I know that He will be the only real Man in my life. It was true, I craved His abuse, degradation, and humiliation of Me too much to ever jeopardize it by doing anything to displease Him. His control of me was complete. The only sex I would ever have again would be at His discretion and at His direction.
He is going on vacation soon, and while I do not know where He is going, I have my tasks set out for me. I have been ordered to purchase a dildo with a suction cup base and attach it to a sturdy surface. Once a week, I am to fuck myself with it, suck it clean, fuck it again, then suck it clean, and then fuck it again. Of course I must thank Him for His abuse of me. He has instructed me to use this time to get over my gag reflex so that I can deepthroat Him in the future, and to stretch out my pussy/ass so that I can accommodate any size cock. I hope that He is training me for His pleasure, but truly it does not matter. I am addicted to Him, His control over me, and the taste of cum in my mouth.
I will leave this documentary for now, but if there is more to add at a future date, I will add a 'Part 2'.
I hope that everyone might have enjoyed my ongoing true relationship with 'youngnastybastard', my Master, and the reason for the smile on my face and the small, hard lump in my panties.
He has given me not only purpose, but direction as well. While I am not a better man for it, I am certainly a better submissive and sissy!
Truthfully Yours,
sissymissy