The Young Master

I was running through an empty parking lot...looking for someone, or something, but I wasn't sure who I was looking for...or what. All I knew that was no matter how hard I looked, how far off into the distance I stared, all I saw was miles and miles of concrete. It was an oppressive emptiness, the vastness of the open space crushing me. I fell to my knees in despair. I don't know why I was looking anymore...everything I had seen up to this point was testament to the futility of hope. At the depths of my despair, abandoned...alone...and ready to stop searching...that is, until I saw a single blade of grass pushing through the cracks of the pavement...it was struggling so hard to survive, living proof that hope springs eternal...

I woke up smiling, determined to make the best of my day...of everyday. Of course, I didn't even know what day it was. The other sissies seemed fine with living in a timeless limbo, but I wanted to keep track of my progress, to see how far I was on the road to perfect sissydom. To do that I would need to have some concept of the passage of time. I decided that since today was the first day of the rest of my life, that this would be the first day of the week...but I wasn't confident enough to call it Monday, so I settled on...

Moanday...

I burst out of bed and ran to breakfast. Isabella was sitting in the corner again, so it was easy to avoid eye contact. I didn't want to hurt her feelings, and I wasn't even sure she had any, but I didn't want to see them burning in her eyes until I understood my own. I also didn't want a repeat of yesterday, so I forced my food down as fast as I could, welcoming the giddy dopiness. I ran across the room and cleaned my bowl, then ran right back and hovered over the table like a courteous vulture, ready to pounce on the dirty dishes. I was a whir of washing, my arm throbbing and my hands sizzling as I scalded the bowls with hot water and scrubbed with all my might.

I heard tittering behind me and then I felt a stinging slap on my ass. I turned expecting to see Bambi giggling gleefully, and saw Sakura instead, her almond eyes turned down and her tiny lips curved up into a guilty grin. "Please to forgive this humble sissy, but I can not be resisting the chance. Your buttocks cry out to be punished for the unforgivable crime of beauty." Her face was flush and her lip was trembling. I could tell she wasn't used to being in charge...she hardly knew what to do with herself. Somehow, her inexperience, her insecurity, only made me want to submit to her more...to teach her how to dominate a sissy by surrendering so sweetly. I parted my lips and closed my eyes, smelling cherry blossoms as I drew closer to her...

And then a blaring alarm had me off and running to my morning workout, the laughter of the other sissies following me close behind. Pain shot up my legs and my lungs burned as I made a mad dash to outrun them. I arrived at my destination spent and sweating, but still standing...

Dirk smiled broadly at me with all the confidence and kindness of a sissy-eating-shark. I couldn't hide his complete control over my body. He could see how my blush ran down my cheeks...across my heaving chest...past my achingly hard nipples...down my smooth stomach...stopping just below my throbbing clit, already glistening with pre-comely. I didn't dare look him in the eyes, for fear of what I'd beg him to do to me, and I was sucking on my lower lip feverishly to keep the words from exploding out of my mouth unbidden. I knew he only wanted to use me and that he didn't care if that got me in trouble or not, but that only made me want him more. After all, what gurl doesn't want a bad boy? And once I surrendered my body to him completely, as I did last session again and again, it made it hard to play reluctant. But I had made a solemn vow, and I was determined to see it through the end. There was a first time for everything, after all. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in close so that my soft skin and ample curves crushed against his hard muscles...one especially hard against my stomach, letting me feel how deep he could be inside of me if I just begged him nicely. He pulled my chin up so that I couldn't avoid his eyes, clouded with lust, asking rhetorically "Are you ready for your workout?"

I resisted every hungry whimper inside me begging me to beg, and listened to the soft voice of reason instead, gently pushing back so that he released his grip on me. I crossed over to the ballet bar and lifted my leg up as high as it would go, then gently lowered it to the bar and began my squats. "Oui, Masteer Dirk. I eem ready." He looked at me as if I'd just sprouted wings and flew across the room pissing rainbows as I went. Never in a million moans did he expect me to resist him. I cringed, worried he'd take it as a personal insult, but his sissy eating grin slid back over his face and he looked at me with a little less disdain than usual as I continued my exercises...it almost moved me to tears. It gave me the energy and drive to double the number of squats I did the day before and to complete the rest of my stretches without collapsing.

By the time I got to my Kegel exercises, I was feeling on top of the world...that is, until Master Dirk decided to 'help' me with my exercises my sticking three of his thick fingers up my as and tickling my spurt spot every time I squeezed down. It was sheer torture...ruthless, rapturous torture. I had to dig my finger nails into my palms until I almost broke the skin, the stab of pain a paper thin barrier between me and an eruption. I felt like I was trying to contain a flood with a Kleenex. Every squeeze brought a profound pang of pleasure, each more beautiful and moving than the last...by the time I heard the alarm blare signaling it was time for my next class, I was moved to tears, ready to collapse into his arms and surrender everything to him all over again...but then I imagined Master Darren staring down at me, Isabella standing faithfully by his side. I had to prove myself to him...to her...to them...I had to pull away with an anguished moan and apologize, "Escuse Moi, Master Dirk, I meen no offense. I would love to 'work out' wiz you a little longer. But, alas, I must say adieu for now."

He looked only slightly less shocked than before, but he recovered quickly smirking as he shooed me away. I tore off at top speed to my 'relaxed learning' lessons and made it with time to spare. Although how I knew I had time to spare when I didn't even know what time it was eluded me. What was important was the first words I heard as I sat in the lone chair in an otherwise empty room was, "You're early." I couldn't have felt more proud if the words came from God Himself, and with the way his words seemed to skip my head and go straight to my heart, I wasn't ruling that possibility out. "It's good that you're early, because we have a lot to learn today. If you're going to be a French Maid, you can't just look like one or sound like one, you have to behave like one. Today I'm going to help you with that. Close your eyes and count down from a hundred. As you do, imagine a fawn, darting through a fie..."

"Oui!" I bolted upright, answering a question I didn't hear and knowing without even being able to see his smile that I got it right. I had no idea how long I'd been out, but I was starting to suspect it was longer than a few sloppy seconds. But it was strange...I didn't feel any different, or at least not in any way I could articulate. All I could say for sure was that I felt something that completely alien to me...competence. I didn't question it, or at least I tried to keep myself from questioning it too much, reminding myself over and over that I wanted to be a good sissy, and I had to trust my trainers.

"That's a good sissy, Belle. Since you were early today and don't need to be punished for anything, you have some free time before you need to report to work. Enjoy yourself, you've earned it..." Pride welled up in me...I was positively glowing as I floated down the stark halls of the basement. I bounded blissfully feeling weightless and care free...that is, until I realized I didn't know where I was going. It was a strange feeling, not having anywhere to be...not having anything to do. I should have been excited, giddy even. I was given permission to do whatever I wanted...to enjoy myself, and I had earned it, hadn't I? But I started to worry, to feel lost...I didn't have such a great track record of making my own decisions. What if I fell back into my selfish, slutty habits and got in trouble again? I would have ruined what had been a perfect day and set me further back on the road to perfect sissydom. I wondered if maybe I should play it safe, and go look for someone to tell me what to do with my spare time. It wasn't easy...in fact it was all too often excruciatingly embarrassing, but I was getting pretty adept at following orders. I felt like I had turned a corner, and that I was heading in the right direction...but apparently I was wrong...Sakura came out of nowhere as she turned the corner at the same time and crashed right into me...

I fell to the ground, luckily I landed on my well padded ass. Sakura managed to stay on her feet, still teetering, she angrily whispered as loud as she could, "Baka gaijin! Almost to be knocking me down! You are mistaken to think you are someone to get away with this!" I had trouble understanding her, as her rage seemed to be in a vicious wrestling match with her meekness. Her ivory skin was speckled with red rage, and her sloe eyes flashed brilliantly, but couldn't quite manage to meet mine. I felt bad for her, of all the sissies here, she seemed to have the most trouble accepting what she was. I didn't want to make things worse for her, so I decided to help her along in her faltering attempt to put me in my place...

"I'm so sorry, Mademoiselle Sakura, pleez, have merci beacoup!" I got up on my knees and looked up at her with an expression of sorrow and surrender, and that's when I noticed the change to her usual school girl outfits. Sure, it was a school girl outfit, but not like any I'd ever seen before. It was a white latex body suit with painted on collar, pockets and buttons to make the top look like a school uniform blouse. She wore a plastic pleated skirt that cut across the midriff helping to reinforce the illusion of stockings created by the bottom half of the body suit. It was also white, but with a hole in the crotch and ass area making it look like pure white stockings and a garter. Again, painted lines outlined the stocking tops, complete with cute little bows and the inseam running down her slender but shapely legs.

With all that shiny white latex, I didn't notice the obvious reason for the change in attire at first. But when I saw pearly white rivulets of cum clinging to her pleated skirt, I began to notice they were everywhere. He flushed face was coated with a creamy clear foundation...her nipples, jutting out against the tight rubbery confines almost appeared to be lactating as man mike dripped from them. My eyes ran down her taut tiny body like a bead of cum, finally stopping at her patent leather mary janes, my mouth watering and tongue lolling even before Sakura whispered forcefully, "You will be cleaning this most honorable sissy's clothes with the tongue that drips with apologies."

I started at her feet, running my tongue slowly up her black patent leather, cleaning every milky white glop off until I could see the depraved look of lust on my face reflected back at me. I didn't dare ask her how she got covered head to toe with such a copious amount of cum...maybe one of my Master's invited his friends over for a bukkake party, maybe she had to entertain a roomful of clients...whatever the reason, I knew Sakura wouldn't want me to ask. It did occur to me that I was kowtowing to a sissy that had just been debased and basted...but other than a slight twinge of unease, I felt proud to have my tongue slowly sliding up her smooth latex stockings. It was an exhilarating, intoxicating sensation, the texture of a flawless, flavorless second skin, punctuated with almost pungent explosions of flavor as I made my way up to her lithe legs. I took my time, the sound of wet sucking kisses almost covering her timid whimpers and moans...as well as mine. I guess I took too much time, or pushed her too close to the edge, because she forcefully stammered, "Please to be hurrying! This honorable sissy is enduring the Hell of a Thousand Sticky kisses! So be a good dorei and make a thousand kisses!"

I wasted no time obeying her desperate command. Secretly, it gave me a sick little thrill knowing I could probably overpower her if I wanted to. There was something about surrendering even when I didn't have to that felt doubly depraved. It made tonguing my way up her torso and sucking the man milk from her pert little breasts even more swelteringly sensual. By the time I reached her sticky face, I couldn't say who felt more filthy...or who needed this more. I suppose I got my answer after feeling her skin sizzle on my tongue, tasting a salty tear as she gave into her perverse desires, and swooning as she pulled my lips to hers and darted her delicate little tongue into my mouth, stealing back the last of the cum before sucking it clean. I moaned and whimpered and whined, desperate for release after the day's teasing, but even more desperate to please...so when she suckled on my lips to make sure she got every last drop and pulled away leaving only a thin strand of spittle to remind me of her tiny, tantalizing lips, I just waited impatiently...hoping she'd have something even more decadently debasing to put me through. Lucky for me, she wrapped that little mouth around my earlobe, whispering, "This filthy sissy has need for your tongue in her most shameful of spots."

I wasted no time in dropping to my knees and crawling behind her, my hands trembled with excitement as I parted her petite, but pleasantly proportioned buttocks and slid my tongue up and down her sticky crack. The cum here had an extra kick to it, as if fermenting in her hotbox had given it an alcoholic edge. Whatever the cause, I was definitely cum drunk as I sucked out every drop of cum I could get to, and then snaked my slender fingers inside her to scoop out the rest. While I was digging the last of the deposits, I tickled her super happy fun time spot until she made a shameful squirt of her own. I didn't even have to be asked to crawl over and lick it off the floor. And after I did, I just looked up at her with doe eyes, licking my fingers clean and looking as delightfully dirty as I could while doing it. I whimpered, "Mon soeur...pleez. Anytime you feel ze shame is too much, pleez...pick on zis little sissy."

Sakura didn't say anything, she just gave one of her stoic little nods and turned and ran away. I felt a warmth rise inside of me, and it wasn't just the usual humidity of humiliation and frustrated lust...it was something more soothing than that, like a security blanket snuggling up against me from the inside. It wasn't the head over high heels dizzy dreamy feeling I got with Isabella, or the all encompassing awe I felt for Master Darren. It wasn't love, if that's what those were, but it was a feeling...a feeling of sisterhood.

Before I could ponder it any further, an alarm sang out, serenading me all the way to the wardrobe room, where I slipped into a scandalously sexy French Maid's uniform and sprinted upstairs to start my chores. As expected, Master Jeeves Sir was waiting for me with his pursed lip grimace. I wished I could make him smile, to make him like me...but as long as I'd known him...which I suppose was my whole life, I'd never seen him smile. Then again, I wasn't a drop dead sexy sissy before either, so I wasn't about to give up. For his part, he seemed dead set to despise me, greeting me with, "You did a barely passable job yesterday, slut. So today your fee to be allowed to work on my floors, is going to hit you a little deeper." He bent me over the kitchen counter and unceremoniously began fucking me with his barely erect cock.

As he wheezed and grunted and drooled over my ass I couldn't resist wiggling my heart shaped bottom back onto his old oak. Maybe it was the way his bony fingers dug into my voluptuous ass, as if he was holding on for dear life...or maybe it was the mortal terror in his thrusts, the way he held nothing back, pounding me as hard and fast as he could as if he was afraid he might die before he could finish...or maybe it was the way he pulled my head up and kissed me from above, making me dizzy and delirious as he sucked my tongue up into his throat, as if he were trying to suck out my youth. I don't know why, but getting fucked by an elderly pervert was enough to send me careening towards the edge of a cliff, hurtling towards an ocean of cum. I couldn't understand it...I never used to be attracted to men. And my step-Masters I could almost, understand...they were pinnacles of manhood and it made me feel even more feminine and soft to be near them. But first fatty and now oldy...it was like I would go into heat for any dog in the pound...as long as they pounded my sissy ass anyway. I was worried Master Jeeves Sir's mummified manhood was going to force a sissy squirt from my throbbing clit and ruin my perfect day, but fortunately(?) he didn't have the endurance to fuck the cum out of me, settling for a few shuddery spurts that I almost expected to come out as dust clouds. Then, just as casually and contemptuously as he had bent me over, he pulled me back up and snarled, "Now get to work, you fucking sissy slut!"

As if on a mission from God, I began scrubbing the floors with a zealous fervor. I was so motivated, I didn't notice that I'd cleaned the entire kitchen in a third of the time it took yesterday until I was done. I only allowed my self to stand slack jawed for a moment before continuing to the rest of the spacious estate. I said a silent thank you to whoever my mystery trainer was. I didn't understand how, but he had made me a better cleaner in my sleep. My arm forming perfect elliptical as I used the momentum from one stroke to carry me into the next. Before long I was in the zone, finding a zen like calm in cleaning and finding myself back in my safe place, my empty White Room...polishing every floor until it was pristine and perfect. I took a deep breath of lemony Lysol and looked around me...I had finished! I wondered how much time it took when an alarm told me it took just long enough.

I made my way back down to the basement with a calm confidence like I'd never felt before. As I showered and got ready for bed, I saw Sakura across the room, the water cascading off her smooth skin, cleaning what little I'd missed. She didn't utter a word, but her almost imperceptible nod told me everything I needed to know. I drifted off to sleep that night content in the knowledge that I'd proved myself worthy of every challenge I met that day, and I'd even made a friend of sorts along the way.

That night, the crack in the pavement widened, allowing a small patch of brilliant green to burst through...

...

Twosday

It's funny how quickly something as mind blowing as sissy slavery can become routine, but after just a few days, I was already thinking of my schedule of teasing and toning, mind control and mind fucks, cleaning and getting dirty, and the usual surprises as just another day. Hopefully it would be one day closer to sissy perfection...and hopefully, once I attained it, I would finally understand why I wanted it so bad...and who I was doing it for...

But there was no time for introspection in my schedule, or else they would have made an alarm for that. So it was off to breakfast and avoiding Isabella's gaze...even though she didn't bother to look at me...Then there were the usual dishes and disses, but they seemed more playful now, as if I was becoming one of the gurls. The only thing different about breakfast was that Lola was eating with us as well, but she didn't seem to enjoy the company. She sat at her own table, as if she considered us beneath her...which was especially hurtful considering we were...

But there was no time in the schedule for hurt feelings, so I was off to my way-too-physical training. Enduring the agony of muscles stretched to their breaking point...and somehow past them...was nothing compared to enduring the ecstasy of muscles tightening around Dirk's meaty fingers...holding onto the ballet bar for dear life, trying to keep from falling into the abyss of bliss...and barely holding on until the end of the session. But today wouldn't be like any other day after all. Apparently I had impressed Dirk by holding out two days in a row, so much so that he stopped me a moment after the alarm went off, saying, "I'm surprised you're coming along so well...or not cumming I guess...but I've decided to reward you. Lola will meet you after your next lesson and 'fill you in' on the details." Dirk was the master of the single entendre, but with a body like his, he didn't need brains. Neither did I, I suppose...

Which must be why I was so eager for my 're-education' lesson. After all, it had helped me so much already, and I had worked up the courage to ask for an advanced lesson. Whispering, "Monsieur mystery voice? I have a petit request. I am struggling wiz ze self control. I don't want to cum before mon Master, but eet is so hard. Can't you do anyzing to help?"

"I...give me a moment..." I didn't know what to think...I'd never heard him falter before. Had I made a terrible mistake? Did I ask for too much? Did I just prove I could never be a proper sissy, much less a perfect one? These were just a few of the questions racing around in my head, crashing into each other in a jumble of confusion and self doubts. His answer was surprising, "My apologies, Belle. It's just that no one's ever asked for that before. Usually you sissies want to get away with cumming as often as possible. That's why the technique you are asking for is so rarely used. It's a direct assault on your very nature, your every instinct. It could result in total psychological breakdown if you don't embrace it 110%. Are you willing to risk that?"

I didn't even have to think about it. I would risk anything for my Master Isabella...I meant my Mistress Darren...I meant to be his...hers perfect sissy...I didn't know what I meant, but I knew what I wanted. "Oui, Monsieur. I will fight to ze last breath. If I can not be ze perfect sissy, zen I might as well be brain dead." At least I sounded sure of my self. And I was determined to ride that false wave of confidence to the finish line, telling myself over and over that I could do it...

"Very well...but you'd better be right, or it's both our asses. Now close your eyes and count backwards from one hundred...I want you to listen to me very carefully...you will not cum unless given permission by your Master or Mistress...you will be UNABLE to cum without permission...you will be a good sissy." I closed my eyes and said a silent prayer to the god of not cumming...

...

I opened my eyes and felt a throbbing pressure in groin. I was afraid to ask, but I managed to whisper, "Did eet work?" I looked down to see my clit hard as it's ever been...a drop of precum glistening like a precious pearl, but no matter how fast I used my pinky to rub my little clitty, I couldn't cum..."Mon Dieu! Eet worked! Zank you...zank you zank you!"

"No, Belle, thank you. It makes me proud to see such a dedicated pupil. Now head off to your next lesson, poppet, you've done more than enough for one day." I was bursting with pride...well almost bursting...but that would have to wait until I had permission. I couldn't wait to test my new training...I was so excited that Lola had to shout down the hallway before I remembered I was supposed to meet her...

"HEEEEEY! Puta tonta! Why are you running away from me? I haven't even told you what we're doing on our little date tonight." I stopped dead in my tracks and sheepishly walked towards her, embarrassed that she thought I was so afraid of her, but too afraid of her to correct her. When I finally got to her, I couldn't even look her in the eye. All of the adrenaline coursing through my veins from my blocked up bliss was making me tremble uncontrollably, which only made me look more terrified. I almost jumped out of my skin when she took my hand and hers, which made her laugh lowly..."Haha. Pobrecito Belle...no necitas to be afraid of me. I'm not like that culo, Cunt. I'd never hurt another sissy...unless I was ordered too." I managed the courage to look into her eyes and was surprised to see there wasn't a hint of mischief or malice in them at the moment. Maybe I'd misjudged her because of the company she kept, and it's not like she had a choice in who her Master...or Mistress was. Maybe she wasn't a sadistic bitch like Contessa or a selfish beast like Dirk. Sure she was passionate, and if pushed to it, she could be rough. But could anyone with eyes as brown and soft as a bear cub really want to maul me? "Which brings us to el gimnasio."

She led me to a gymnasium, but not the one where I trained every morning...no this one dwarfed that one. Stadium seating surrounded me, all the more terrifyingly impressive for its emptiness. I wondered just what the Hell they were building down here...and what kind of sports they expected to watch sissies play. Didn't they know we weren't good at sports? So what were we expected to do in a giant plexi-glass octagon? When I saw Dirk standing in the middle of the cage wearing a referee's uniform I began to get some idea. Lola wasn't so much holding my hand anymore as she was dragging me towards the ring...her face had gone blank, impassive. I would have preferred anger, at least that has some warmth to it...

"GOOOOOOOD EEEEEEEEVENING, FIGHT FANS!" Dirk bellows into a microphone, his voice amplified and coming at us in surround sound. "Have we got a show for you tonight! Live via pay per view, the first online sissy fight of the HAROOOOOOOOW HOOOOOOOOUSE!" I looked up and noticed the cameras surrounding the rim of the octagon, as well as several on motorized tracks above the stage. They'd be able to get every angle...zoom in on every nook and cranny...and get my face so crystal clear and in High Def...no amount of surgery would hide my identity for long....for the first time since I was sent down to the Basement I felt the fear of exposure. Everyone would know...my friends...my extended family...my ex girlfriends...they would all see what I had become. I felt the knot in the pit of my stomach tighten into a noose...and the pressure in my sissy sack swell more than ever. I was a sick little sissy...

I stepped...or more accurately, was pushed up the steps and inside the octagon. The cage closed behind me and I instinctively backed away from her, my hands moving to cover my breasts and sissy clit, proving entirely to small for one and overkill for the other...I feel the cold clear wall against my back, I knew I had nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. I'd have to wait this out and see where it led...even if all signs pointed straight to Hell... "Now you already know the first rule of Sissy Fight Club, fight fans! Tell EEEEEVERYONE about SISSY FIGHT CLUB! And rule number 2? Tell EEEEEVERYONE about SISSY FIGHT CLUB! This is a pay-per-view after all, and we want the largest audience possible." Largest...audience...possible...I wanted to die...or at least do my make up...

"Rule number 3 of Sissy Fight Club, the first sissy to pin the other in a three count or make the other tap out, wins! The prize? She gets to do whatever she wants with the loser for an uninterrupted hour of pure fuckening! Beat that on any other site!" Dirk turned away from the mike for a second to sweeten the pot, whispering "And she also gets to spend the night with me in a warm cozy bed with my warm cozy cock snuggled up inside her cunt." I met eyes with Lola, and realized why she was so eerily calm. She wanted to win. It didn't matter that she spent almost every night in Dirk's cozy bed and with his cozy cock...she wanted more. I can't say as I blamed her, but I hoped she would blame me taking her to the mat. I also hoped I'd figure out how to do that in the next ten seconds, because that's how long Dirk was counting down before the match began...

"ONE!" I barely registered the word when I felt an explosion in my soft stomach as Lola drove her shoulder into me with a flying lunge. The air was forced from me in an anguished gasp, the pain hit my head like a freight train, derailing it and leaving me helpless to respond. I was pinned against the glass like some exotic butterfly, paralyzed with pain and indecision...and Lola was just getting warmed up...

"And Belle kisses the floor like it was her boyfriend as Lola executes a picture perfect back flip. Lola comes from the mean streets of Mexico City, and Belle is used to resting on the pampered pillows of this very estate, so she has a long, hard road ahead of her if she hopes to best her opponent. But if there's one thing I know about Belle...she loves it LONG and HARD!" Dirk was getting into his role as announcer/ref, which hardly surprised me...he was a bombastic asshole, it was one of his best trait really, and it made him a natural to jovially announce my true identity to a viewing public of perverted voyeurs. But in a way, he did me a favor...knowing I was exposed...well beyond the fact that I was completely nude of course...it made me realize my reputation was on the line. And if my legacy was to be a sissy gladiator, then I wanted to be a champion...

I took the pain covering my body like a poisoned blanket and I soaked it up, pulling it into a tight ball of rage and waiting to unleash it all on Lola in one decisive strike. Luckily for me, she had already counted me out, taking her time to walk over to my pitiful prone frame. She was playing to the cameras, striking a pose as she sauntered over to me, confident she would have no trouble in finishing me off. I held my breath, waiting until she lunged toward me, and then I rolled out of the way, sending her crashing into the hard mat, with me following fast behind, driving my shoulder into her back and hearing her cry out in astonished agony. "I don't believe it, the worm has turned, and Lola is in danger of being turned out. But can Belle press the advantage?" Maybe if I pressed the advantage, if I followed through with my plan of attack and turned her over, pinning her before she could recover...but maybes don't bring you the honey...they just sting...

Lola didn't flinch, the moment I relaxed my grip she threw me off of her in a display of overwhelming strength...or at least a display of average strength which completely overwhelmed a weakling like me. She was on me in a second, her knees crushing my thighs, pinning my legs down...her left arm finding mine and bringing it crashing down to the mat. All I had free was my right arm, desperately thrashing, trying to avoid hers as they danced with each other passionately. I thought that if I only I could keep my arm free, maybe I would have a chance, maybe she would get impatient, make a mistake, maybe I'd have a chance to win, to prove I was the better sissy...but then she played dirty...

"UH OH...it looks like Belle is in serious trouble. Lola has he in one of her patented lip locks. And what sissy would want to break out of that?" Her kisses were urgent, hungry, I thought she might keep my tongue she sucked on it so hard and if nothing else was bruised by the end of this fight, I'm sure my lips would be. I felt like I'd been hit with a haymaker...my head was swimming and I couldn't think of a single reason to push her off me now. Her breasts crushed against mine, our hard nipples rubbing against each other with fiery friction...her cock was hard and growing harder against my soft stomach...and I wanted it inside me...her fingers interlaced with mine as she held my hand lovingly against the mat and pinned my tongue down with her own for a "ONE...TWO...THREE!" count. When she finally freed my limbs, they instinctively wrapped around her, my legs encircling her hips and my hands running through her luxurious black hair, pulling her mouth into mine forgetting for the moment that I had just lost...it felt so much like winning. The moment didn't last...

"Well I can't say much for the match, fight fans, but you fuck fans are in for a treat. This is Belle's first time in the octagon, and Lola just loves to pound a sissy after she's just finished pounding her! Isn't that right, Lola?" She gave him a big 'si' by breaking our kiss and almost breaking my neck after she stood up and dragged me by my hair up to her hard throbbing sissy sausage. I could hear the crowd explode into applause, then I remembered there was no crowd and I realized it must the be the roar of the blood rushing to my head.

As disgusted as I was with myself for being exposed online and losing my debut match in a phenomenally pathetic fashion, I couldn't help but be turned on my the depravity of it all. Just when I thought I'd gone as low as I could, I find out that the pit in my stomach is bottomless. So it was with a simmering sense of shame, that I closed my eyes and closed my lips around Lola's spongy cock-head... "NO!" A slap knocks the lust from my eyes and leaves them teeming with tears. Lola's expression turns dark as she spits out, "Tu have to ask por favor first."

"suh suh Sorry, Lola..." and as ridiculous as it sounded, it was true. I was sorry I lost and failed to prove I was the best sissy. I was sorry I lost my head and started giving head before asking permission. And I was sorry that everyone and my grandma was going to see it streaming live. I felt guilty from every angle I looked at it, and I didn't know which view was the right and which was askew. So I did what I always do when I'm confused, I obeyed..."May I pretty pleez suck your cock? Uhm por favor?"

She took advantage of my open mouth, answering in the affirmative by thrusting her cock down my throat, making me sputter and gag. "That's mi chica...take mami's cock...get it nice and wet for your tight little culo..." Her voice was almost musical, as if she were serenading me. Her dominant side was on display and I could tell she was really getting into the role...whether it was for the benefit of the audience at home or for Dirk or maybe even for me, I couldn't tell. What I did know was that the last time I had my throat fucked like that, it was her boyfriend doing the pounding. She wasn't quite as impressively endowed as her Master, but she was no slouch in the sissy clit department. I had just managed to get her entire length down my throat, and the lack of oxygen and sheer submissiveness of the act was making me tingle all over, all the way down to my throbbing clit. I didn't know how I would be able to endure much more of this. I felt like any second I'd burst a blood vessel and cum would start spewing from every orifice in a gooey geyser. And then, of course, things got worse..."Hey, chica, I want to see you play with your clit for me. Go on, show me how horny I make you."

I whimpered and moaned and drooled on her dick as it slid in and out of my throat, every vein pulsing against my throat sending a sympathetic signal down to my little nub, telling it to spurt all over myself. But an invisible membrane stretched impossibly thin prevented my release, bringing tears of shame and frustration to my eyes which Lola considerately wiped away with her hot cum. "You leave that on there now, puta. I like my sluts to wear makeup." An orgasm imploded inside me, like cramps of pleasure wracking my body. I looked up at her pleadingly, nursing on her beautiful bronzed balls, hoping she would see the hunger in my eyes and let me cum. She saw it alright...she just didn't care...

"WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Now that's a sticky way to start her fight career, and Belle's suffering is just beginning. I can see Lola's love stick rising to the occasion, ready for the sloppy second round. And would you look at this? Belle is already on all fours, ass waving hello in the air. Her bottom bunk bitch instinct must have kicked in, because she's offering her pussy up like it's tax deductible." I tried to hide my blushing cheeks...well the parts you could see the through the cum, but with as many cameras as were surrounding me, it was a futile fight. So as usual, I surrendered...licking my lips and blowing a kiss to the camera as Dirk continued making his dumb jock jokes at my expense. Once I got into the role of the reluctant but ultimately wanton whore, it was easier to think of my self disgust as character motivation, and the painful pressure in my loins as method acting. And when Lola pulled my soft buttocks apart with her strong hands and rubbed her cock in between my ass cleavage, I wasn't as worried about being humiliated any more...I just wanted her inside me.

"Pleez...por favor...pretty pleez...fuck me..." I looked up at her with tears in my eyes, pleading to be penetrated. I didn't have to beg...nothing in the world would have stopped Lola from spraying her seed deep inside my ass...but I know it's what they wanted to hear. I regretted it immediately...well almost immediately...nothing can take away from the pure satisfaction of hot flesh filling my pussy. It made me feel...whole. Of course, it also pushed down my cum button and sent my body into orgasm overload only to be painfully blocked at the moment of climax. I was starting to realize why no sissy had ever volunteered for this treatment before....it was unbearable. Only now, I had no choice but to bear it...and I was entirely at their mercy. Of course, they didn't have any.

"Now ladies and gentleman, I don't double as referee and announcer here at Sissy Fight Club for the health plan." I turned my head to see Dirk undressing his body glowing under the lights, like a pornographic angel. He knelt behind Lola, taking her cantaloupe sized...and cantaloupe sweet buttocks in his thick mitts and spreading them wide, then ramming into her with savage force. I yelped as he drove her deeper into me with every thrust, until I was half convinced he pushed all the way through her and into me.

"OOH PAPI! That's it...make me the carne in a sissy sandwich!" Lola was lost in her lust filled fog, dick dumbed and cum crazed, thrusting her hips in time with Dirk, hitting my sweet spot with alarming accuracy. It was like an avalanche was crashing down on me, growing more and more powerful as it rolled downhill from Dirk's dick to Lola's luscious ass and from her sissy clit to my tight pussy until I was crushed under the weight of pleasure. But no matter how hard I was pushed into the mat by the collective power of their hard fuck...no matter how sweetly Lola twisted my achingly hard nipples or groped my soft breasts...no matter how sweetly she sucked on my neck or nibbled on my shoulder...I...COULD...NOT...CUM...

Finally, in a moment of desperation, I begged..."Have pitié...I can not cum wizout permission...pleeez Lola...tell me I can cum!" I looked up into her eyes hoping for a hint of kindness behind the mask of furious lust...one I hoped was mostly for the benefit of the cameras. I was looking very closely, wearing my own desperation and vulnerability naked on my face, practically oozing it...so I got a very good look at the glob of spit that hit my face in response...

"Losers don't get to cum, putaaaaAAAAAHHHHIIIIIEEEEE!" Lola let out a savage war cry as she filled my guts with cum. My busted capillaries soaked up every last druggy drop sending the usual dopey dreamy rush to my head, only this time without the profound release...leaving me clutching to the floor as it spun faster and faster, making me worry I'd be thrown from orbit. My entire body felt like it had been crammed into a cock cage after ingesting a bottle of Viagra. As I lie twitching on the mat, Lola was triumphantly making out with her Master, claiming her prize proudly for all the world to see. A sick, scary thought crossed my mind...at least it made for great footage...the tears would look especially pitiful when the mixed with the cum caking my cheeks. I swore to myself that I'd show them a comeback story next time.

My ears were ringing...it almost sounded like the alarm..."And that sound signals the end of our show for today folks. Thanks for watching, and don't forget the first and second rule of Sissy Fight Club...tell EEEEEEVERYONE ABOUT SISSY FIGHT CLUB!" The stage lights dimmed and Dirk nudged me with his foot. "That means get your ass up and hit the showers, Belle. We'll let you out of doing chores today, because let's face it, you probably can't even lift a sponge after that. So get cleaned up and turn in early."

I nodded meekly and struggled to my feet, determined to show I still had some strength left in my limbs. And so it was on rubbery, faltering legs that I made my way to the showers and then collapsed under a spray, wondering if I'd ever go more than a day without sobbing in the showers. At least I was able to avoid the other gurls, they were all off on their chores when I tucked myself into my cot, slipping into unconsciousness in moments, telling myself tomorrow would be better, even as I worried things could always get worse...

In my dreams I was back in the field, and at first I was relieved to see it was back in full bloom, but as I was skipping merrily through the grove, I heard a metallic click upon stepping on a patch of grass. Suddenly clear walls popped out from the ground forming an octagon. I ran from wall to wall trying to find an exit, but there was no opening...and the walls were closing in...tighter and tighter until I couldn't breathe...I tried to scream, but I couldn't find the air...and then...

Whensday...

I woke up shaking the webs of my nightmare from my head and bounded out of bed with a spring in my step. It was a new day, and a new chance to prove myself. And I figured that I wouldn't have to wrestle anytime soon. And with my last match ending so quickly, maybe I wouldn't be wrestling ever again. As humiliating as that would be, I was half way hoping I wouldn't be given another chance to fail so miserably. These were the thoughts that sped me along through breakfast and towards my lesson with Dirk. I was thinking of the best way to apologize, but his toothy grin derailed my train of thought.

"Great news, Belle. You're a star! We had our best replay ratings of any match we've ever had. I thought people would feel ripped off that the fight was so pitifully short, but apparently pitiful sells. So we've got a rematch lined up for you today." I managed a meek whimper I hoped would sound enthusiastic while inwardly I was filled with dread.

So much for my solemn vow to prove victorious in my next bout. I was already throwing in the cum rag before I stepped in the ring. Even the usually oblivious Dirk noticed my lack of morale, giving me a hard swat during my stretches that left me screeching. "HEY! You better not be thinking of losing again! Because whatever happens in the ring, you better be giving it your all until the final bell. That's what your fans pay to see, and from the comments left on your video, you have a lot of fans from your old school." I gritted my teeth and threw myself into my exercises, furious with Dirk for needling me about my old life and even more furious with myself for giving up without a fight.

So it was with a spirit of determined desperation that I went to my next lesson, begging my faceless instructor, "Pleez! Can you give me somezing to make me a better fighter? I am weeling to do anyzing to win zis next match wiz Lola!"

"Ah...Dirk has wrangled you into wrestling in his Sissy Fight Club, has he? He's an enterprising young man, I'll give him that. But I'm afraid I can't help you. I'm not allowed to give you sissies any combat skills, for obvious reasons." I felt guilty just for asking, and even more firmly convinced of the futility of fighting against a sissy in a weight class above me. That is, until he said, "But more importantly, you already have everything you need to beat her. I'm sure she is stronger than you, in fact other than Isabella, she is doubtlessly the physically strongest sissy in The Basement. So ask yourself this...why is she Contessa's bitch?" The gears in my head started turning, but I couldn't get any traction. Still I knew there was something there...something I could use to win..."But for now, I want you to close your eyes and count backwards from 100...I have some acting lessons to give you that will come in handy when you go pro." I nodded obediently and closed my eyes, hoping I'd wake up with the answer...

...

I woke up with just as many questions as before, and when my instructor told me it was time to go, I had to peel myself from the chair and take tiny, deliberate steps out into the hall. Every step was one step closer to humiliation and defeat...unless I could figure out why Lola was Contessa's bitch. Before I got one step out into the hall, she had already taken my hand in hers, saying, "Hola, chica...let's vamanos. Master es waiting."

Looking up at her didn't help boost my confidence. She was bigger than me, stronger than me, and stronger too. Everything about her advertised her passionate appetite, from her wavy untamed raven locks..her hungry eyes and hungrier lips, perpetually wet from her running her tongue over them...her larger than life figure, a bronzed Barbie clearly built for sex...and God help anyone that got between her and a hard cock. So how was I supposed to beat her? There's no way I could pin her...I didn't have the muscle power. I was even smaller than Contessa, and she was a tiny little thing...and that's when it hit me...

Contessa was strong for her size, that much was true, but with Lola's size advantage, she should never have been able to overpower her. So there was only way she could have forced her to be her bitch even though they were of equal standing as kept sissies...she hurt her. I'm sure Lola must have hurt Contessa more than Lola hurt her, but Contessa could take it...and Lola obviously couldn't. She must have outlasted her and dominated her when she had nothing left to fight back, hurting her in a way she would remember every time she was about to talk back. The question was, could I do the same? Lola stopped me right before the entrance to the gym, saying, "I wasn't to say lo siento before we go in, chica. If I'm going to top yesterday's performance, I'm gonna have to get muy loco on your ass." I just looked up at her and smiled sweetly...of course I could...because I had no choice.

My mind raced, almost it was out of breath before it reached the finish line, but I had my plan. I slinked over to Master Dirk and made a humble request before the match started. "Master Dirk, pardonnez-moi for being presumptuous, but eef you want ze match to last longer zan last time, maybe we could make eet a capitulation match?" At first Dirk looked annoyed that I had even dared to speak to him, but I could see the idea slowly work its way through his brain, finally reach his mouth and spreading it into a wide grin.

"GOOOOOOOD EEEEEEEEVENING FIIIIIIIGHT FANS! Have we got a match for you tonight...our newcummer, the blushing Belle, has challenged her opponent to a SUUUUUUUBMISSION MATCH! That's right, no count outs, no bell to save Belle. The first sissy to tap out or cry mercy loses. So, has Belle got a trick up her cunt, or does she just love submitting? Let the cuntestants take places and we'll find out in 10...9...8..." As he counted down, I asked myself the same question...was I really trying to win this fight? Or did I just want to make losing that much more humiliating? I pushed the thought out of my mind...I'd have my answer in 3...2...1...

Lola was on me like greased lightening, spearing me in my still-sore shoulder and driving me into the mat. She didn't give me a second to think, taking my ankle and twisting it at an acutely agonizing angle. A bloodthirsty beast gnawed my ankle with fangs dripping with pain...I screamed like a dying bird, thrashing helplessly as pain overwhelmed my nervous system. Had I been beaten so soon? "Has Belle been beaten so soon? Lola has her firmly locked in an ankle hold, will she set a new record for submission today? Is Belle poised to become a Hall of Fame failure?" No...no I would not...

I twisted my body towards her grip, using the momentum to free my ankle and pull my leg away from her grip. She must have been just as surprised as me, because she paused, unsure of what to do next...but I knew exactly what to do...I sprang back lunging for her arm, which was still hanging in mid air, and pinning it behind her back, twisting it painfully while staying out of her long reach. "Sorry, Fuck Fans, it looks like we might just have to sit through a fight today after all. But what a fight...Belle has turned the tables on Lola and has her arm pinned. Will Lola submit? Or can she overpower the itty bitty Belle?" I wished he wouldn't have encouraged her, because that's exactly what she did...taking her free arm and driving her elbow into my ribs, making me loosen my grip so she could free her arm.

And just as quickly, she was leaping for me, her face contorted into a fright mask of rage. I did what any brave warrior would in that situation...I scurried backwards until I could get onto my feet and then I ran in circles backwards, staying out of reach as she hurled obscenities at me. "PUTA! COWARD! WEAKLING! LUCHA ME!" I must have lapped that octagon twenty times, feeling Dirk's eyes boring into me, his disgust and disdain hanging palpably in the air along with the heat of Lola's fury. But I waited, maintaining my breathing thanks to my exercises, and waiting until I heard "CHINGAS TU huff huff MADR-" and just like that, I was on her like a second skin, knocking what little air she had left out of her with a flying tackle and taking her head between my thighs and squeezing for dear life.

"OOOOOH MY GOD! DID YOU SEE THAT, FIGHT FANS? BELLE JUST FLOATED LIKE A BUTTERFLY AND STUNG LIKE A BEEYOCH! Lola is trapped between Belle's thighs, which second to her sissy pussy, is a sissy's strongest muscles! Can she hope to escape?" She couldn't...I could tell from the look of resignation in her eyes. She knew she wasn't going to endure this for much longer and she didn't see a way out. I decided to help her make up her mind and reached behind me and twisted her nipples like I wanted them for a souvenir...it didn't take long after that for her hand to hit the mat. "DO YOU BELIEVE IN MIRACLES?! BELLE WINS! BELLE WINS! BELLE WINS!" I through my arms up in victory, letting Dirk lift me up so the cameras could capture my ecstatic expression. Far from being embarrassed at the idea of everyone I knew seeing this, I was proud...in that moment, I felt like a winner...a champion...the perfect sissy...

Lola looked up at me in disbelief, as if she was trying to figure out who I was and why I looked so much like the subby little sissy at the bottom of the food chain. I saw her eyes get cloudy with that familiar look of being lost in a fog of lust, ready to surrender everything to me. I was just as confused as her...I didn't know who she was looking at, but it wasn't me. Sure, I won...and it felt good to prove my strength...but that just made me want to surrender it all the more. It's easy to surrender when you have no choice, when you're actually giving up something...that's a true slave. I had her for an hour, and all I could think to do with her was whimper, "I'm sorry I hurt you, Lola...maybe vous would feel better if you fucked ze cum out of my pazetic little sissy clit." And just like that, she recognized me again...

It was a strange sort of victory, on the one hand, I proved I could outlast Lola, and I was finally going to get to cum after an unthinkable dearth of two days. On the other hand, I won the right to willingly be debased and dominated, and now everyone out in cyberland knew it. Of course that led to the usual cocktail of giddy guilt and panting pride...and I wasn't sure which one I loved to hate more, but I was sure where I belonged, on my knees begging, "Pleez, baisez-moi! Baisez-moi fucking hard!"

Lola didn't leave me waiting long...as soon as the words were out of my mouth they were replaced with her cock instead, letting me lovingly lube it up for my hungry cunt. Her flavors danced on my tongue, a slight tang with an aftertaste of some mango body oil, I could nurse on her for days...but I didn't have days. She laughed as she saw me shake my ass, letting the undulating ripples serve as an eager invitation. Punctual as ever, Lola moved behind me, spreading me slowly...letting me feel every vein and ridge of her throbbing clit...her breasts crushed against my back, reminding me that it was a sissy I was submitting to...her lips tracing along my spine...sending sweltering chills as she planted wet sucking kisses along my neck, my pulse racing on her tongue...until she finally reached my ears, her lips latched onto my delicate lobes and her tongue flicking lewdly inside them...waiting until her fat clit-head crushed against my sissy spot to whisper, "Cum for me, mi bonita..." And with that 48 excruciatingly long hours, 286 almost unendurable minutes, 17, 160 screeching boiler ready to explode seconds finally ended in a sticky shower of celebration. My body seized as it attempted to understand the profound sensations roaring through it at the speed of squirt, but that was like an ant trying to translate the language of God...the most I could manage was to bask in its incomprehensible beauty...eventually the moment passed and I could breathe again...and then things got really good...

"Alright FUCK FANS, I know you all want to see me spit roast this sissy, and if you don't, then start your own sissy fighting league!" I certainly wasn't going to argue. A sticky secret fantasy of mine since I started down the slippery slope of sissydom was to be double teamed by two studs...and if one of the studs was a sissy, all the better. My throat felt hot and raw and my pussy exposed and ultra-sensitive and every thrust of Dirk's dick pushed me deeper onto Lola's clit, and every time her silky soft hips crashed into my well cushioned ass it drove me Dirk's hard gluts. I was getting seesawed until it was like there was one fat cock inside me and I was being pulled back and forth on it.

Of course that illusion was delightfully shattered when Dirk pulled out and announced, "Alright, Fuck Fans, it's time to tag out and switch holes! But first...NNNH" at first I thought he slapped me in the face, but it was just the force of his seed exploding onto me point blank. Lola didn't need anymore prompting, she followed suit, filling my guts and filling me with that ooey gooey orgasm overdrive. I thrashed on the floor like a dying fish as Lola and Dirk sucked face above me, Lola stroking him back to hardness and Dirk squeezing her breasts and rubbing her nipples with his coarse thumbs until her clit was hard and dripping. And almost faster than I could say, "Pleez...por favor...pretty pleez with a cerise on top...fuck my sissy chatte and bouche!" I'm not sure how fluent they were, but they seemed to speak sissy slut well enough to stuff both of my holes...

"Go on, Belle, show all the nice people at home what a filthy whore you are. Cum again and again. Cum until you run dry!" Dirk gave me all the permission I needed, and so the next hour past in slow motion and was over in an instant...like a waking wet dream...or a car accident. I wasn't a human anymore...not even a sissy...Hell, I wasn't even a fuck pig. I was a clusterfuck of orgasms, exploding against one another wetly, the searing heat momentarily agonizing and then obliterating me with pleasure so pure, it could be classified as a controlled substance. My brain brain finally caught up and was able to process all the wet smacking sounds, the musky floral fragrances, the meaty male tastes with a hint of sissy sweetness, the sights of the hedonistic tableau, and the stretched to the limit and loving it feelings. And once I could think, all I could think about was hitting that next peak and exploding again...I only needed a few more minutes...and then the bell rang...

With a wet plop and a wetter whimper they pulled out of me. I should have remembered the first rule of show business. Always leave the audience wanting more...still, they did give me a sticky encore. Covering my upturned face with ropes of the jism. I looked almost like angelic when it caught the light...but then it was a short lived illusion as it hit my eyes, leaving me blind and sticky until I felt Lola's lascivious tongue lapping it up. My skin tingled against her tongue and I squirmed in her soft hands...by the time she had me completely clean I'd never felt dirtier, and when stuck her tongue in my panting mouth to feed me the rest, I tasted what the breakfast of champions truly meant. Our tongues wrestled to fight over every last drop, and when there was none left to fight over, I let her win...pinning my tongue down as he kissed me passionately. But Dirk pulled her off of me by the hair, reminding her cruelly who the real winner was, "What do you think you're doing, Lola? The cameras stopped rolling. That means you go spend the night with the rest of the sissies while I take Belle up to my room to snuggle. And don't you dare pout...I lost a cool five grand on you today and I'm going to get every dollar's worth tomorrow night."

I looked at Lola over Dirk's shoulder as he carried me away, feeling sorry for her and a little guilty that she had to pay the price for my reward...but not so guilty that I didn't snuggle up closer to Dirk's strong chest, resting my head in the crook between his neck and shoulder and half dozing as he took me through the halls and up and out of the basement. I barely noticed Dale as we passed, but judging from his slack jawed expression, he noticed me just fine. I couldn't resist giving him a little wink. For as much fun as he had humiliating me back when I was still almost a man, I figured I'd earned the right to tease him now that I was a drop dead sexy sissy and he'd half to wait 2 more years before he turned 21 and could get a taste of my sweet honeypot.

I was exhausted when we got to Dirk's room, which looked more like a hunter's den for all the poor animal heads he had cruelly hung on his wall. Still there was something about his predatory nature that made me want to offer him my throat and I gave no resistance when he tossed me onto his king size bed and covered me in his tiger skin blanket. Over the next how ever many hours, he proved to me that his endurance was more than the match of my appetite, and I felt like I was bagged, stuffed, and mounted like a trophy by the time I fell asleep in his arms, and with his best feature still nestled inside me.

In my dream the field had turned to a veldt, and I lay with a lion, petting his soft fur. Suddenly, he turned on me, pinning me to the ground and lunging for my throat with his dripping fangs...I woke up smiling...

Hersday.

I woke up in Dirk's arms, and I wriggled against him, feeling him grow hard inside me. I squeezed down on him and rotated my hips, using his cock as a sex toy, unable to cum, but getting oh so close, and knowing it would be a welcome wake up call for him. I feel him throbbing against my love button, sending his love into me, filling me up to the point of bursting, but not beyond. In my frenzied state, I dared hope he'd wake up and give me my morning workout there and then, but when he finally stirred, he just made a halfhearted grunt, and lazily pulled me up and down on his cock a few times and then unleashed inside me with a sigh. "Morning, Belle. Whew, thanks for the wake up call. Now be a dear and go eat your breakfast. You've got a big day ahead of you. You can skip our workout today, trust me you'll get plenty of exercise. Just head off to your relaxation lessons and then wait for me then pick out your sexiest maid outfit. You're going pro today."

I nodded meekly, but inside I was filled with questions I didn't dare to ask. Who was it going to be? What was I going to wear...and what would he want me to do? Was I ready...did I want to be? Why couldn't I get rid of this bottomless pit of worry in my stomach? The tension and fear followed me through my breakfast and my quick shower. I pinned all my hopes on my mysterious menor, hoping he would be able to teach me something that would give me the confidence I needed to get through my first official time as a sissy whore.

"You look nervous, Belle, let me guess, you are worried about your first time going pro today. Well don't worry. With your training, you'll be more than ready. In fact, today I only have a few minor odds and ends to teach you, really just tying up loose ends. The truth is, there's not much more I can teach you, and unless you need some extremely specific training for an especially demanding client, we likely won't meet again. So if you'd like, before you close your eyes, I'll let you ask me one question."

I didn't know what to think. I had so many questions, and all I really wanted to ask was for him to be here everyday for me to come sit in his chair and hear his dulcet tones. But I put all selfish thoughts aside and another question surfaced, one that had been nagging me but that I'd been to timid to ask. Since this might have been my last time to see him, I decided it was now or never, asking, "I don't mean to be impolite, but zis has been bozering moi. Are you happy? Because you have geeven me so much, but I zink it would be very difficile for you to teach yourself. Who gives you all zese wonderful feelings?"

"I...I'm afraid there isn't a good answer for that, Belle. But...thank you for asking. I'll miss our lessons very much...and I wish you good luck. Now, please, close your eyes and count down from one hundred." I closed my eyes and started counting, hoping he was wrong and that this wouldn't be the last time I heard his voice.

When I woke up he was gone. I just knew it. He was never in the room with me before either, but I could feel his presence then. It was only when he finally left me alone that I'd noticed the difference. But in a way, it was better...he had placed his complete and total confidence in me, and I knew I wasn't going to let him down. I raced to wardrobe and found my row, finally deciding on a bag reading F-XXX. I knew I had found the right one...

It was all rubber and latex of course, from the skintight white "stockings" to the shiny black belt/skirt with a second layer of white ruffled rubber. There where no panties of any sort, which I supposed was just as well as I wasn't going to keep them on for long anyway. The top consisted of the cutest black corset with a white apron design stenciled on the front. My breasts were left fully exposed and fully accessibility, leaving no illusion what sort of household duties I was hired for. The outfit was completed with a plastic white bonnet that was curved in the front. I was pretty sure I knew what it was supposed to catch. Well almost complete anyway...at the bottom of the bag was a container of cherry flavored lube, and I decided that it would probably be a good idea to add it to my ensemble, squirting the entire bottle directly up my ass in preparation for what was to cum. I paced impatiently waiting for the alarm that would tell me where to go, and when I finally heard it, I raced over to room 104, not sure what I'd find there...

What I found was Dirk standing in front of the door with a big sissy-eating grin on his face. "I've got a surprise for you, Belle. I knew you might be worried about your first time as a sissy whore, so I found some clients you should be comfortable with...some of your old friends!" I couldn't breathe...I felt like I'd just been punched in the stomach...Dirk kept talking, but I only caught garbled fragments, as if I was hearing him from underwater..."saw you on the pay per view and..." I tried to calm down, tried to breathe..."of course I guess they wouldn't call themselves your 'friends' exactly, but..." I knew this would happen eventually, but I avoided thinking about it, waiting to deal with it when the time finally came. I never thought it would be so soon... "Of course it should have tipped me off when there were four of them. No way you had four whole friends in high school. Then they mentioned picking on you and..." But ready or not, the time had come. And I knew I had to rise to the occasion, or more likely, lower myself to it..."don't want you disappointing me. You'll do what they say and you'll do it enthusiastically, understand?" I couldn't fail now, not after working so hard...

"I won't disappoint vous, Master. You have moi promesse." I said it with all the solemnity a sissy in a French fuck maid outfit can muster and then some as I walk through the door, my head held low, determined to be the best sissy I could be. What I saw as the door closed and bolted behind me put my determination to the test. The walls were covered with a brick facade, complete with filthy graffiti befitting a ghetto. The floor was hard cement, adorned with used condoms and syringes and assorted filth to add to the 'fantasy' of a back alley rendezvous. In the middle of the room a bare, stained mattress lay, surrounded by four of my worst nightmares.

Brad Bentley, a spoiled shit poured into a sculpture of Adonis, naturally perfect tan, teeth, and physique...devastating blue eyes, and features that would give Michelangelo a woody...the BMOC of Templeton High, the most exclusive private school in the state and one bearing my great great great grandfather's name, a fact of which Brad never tired of reminding me when he 'bumped' into me in the halls. His faithful henchman, Harold Hunt, a hulking terror that confused obesity with manliness and never missed an opportunity to throw his 'weight' around...still I had to admit his features had a certain Bacchanalian appeal, with his bright green greedy eyes and his luscious lusty lips. On the other side of the bed, his hands already down his pants, was Nathan 'Nuthouse' Needlemeyer, a Boo Radley looking motherfucker that only stayed out of Bellvue out of the grace of his father's pocketbook. He was the kind of kid that played 'doctor' with the neighborhood cats, and grew up into a gray-eyed, fleshy nightmare who's features disappeared into a potato headed blob of too much 'pedigree interbreeding'. Peeking behind him was the 'runt' of the group...standing only five foot nine inches, Gareth Grayson more than made up for his size difference in cruelty, his features perpetually turned up into a disgusted sneer, as if constantly disappointed in all that creation had to offer to him. All four were naked, and their cocks were rising to attention as they saw me quivering in front of them. I managed to whimper, "Allo, monsieurs, eet is my pleasure to serve you."

"Oh my, what have we here? Is this really all that's left of THE Byron Templeton III?" Brad spat out every syllable of my old name like it was poison. He made his way over to me, his eyes roaming hungrily over my body, and when he reached me, his hands followed suit...

"Hurr hurr hurr pant pant I don't know, Brad...it looks like Belle has more to offer than Byron ever did. She looks smack good enough to eat huff huff." Harold hadn't even crossed the room and he was already out of breath. I could tell I was going to have to do all the work with him, and the thought of it didn't disgust me as much as I'd hoped it would. Of course that might have had something to do with Brad's powerful hands mauling my breasts or the way he stifled my desperate moans with his forceful kiss.

"Little fucking whore, she's hardly even blushing," Boo...I mean Nathan crossed the room and eased up behind me...he looked at me like I was something he'd avoid stepping on to keep his shoes clean, but his cock seemed to like me fine at least seven inches, nothing to write home about, but beggars can't be choosers. And as humiliating as this was, I was ready to beg them to fuck my brains out so I wouldn't have to thinks about it. Suddenly, a thunderclap of pain struck by soft buttocks as Nathan's hands crashed down from both sides. "There...now her cheeks are properly red." I should have cried out at this treatment or cursed his name, but all I did was pull my mouth away from Brad's, turning my head so he could crush my plump lips against his thin grimace in a hateful kiss.

"Fuck yeah, show that bitch who's boss...fuck yeah..." Gareth was clearly enjoying the show, stroking his decidedly unruntlike cock furiously as he watched me writhe between his friends, feeling their cocks rub against my soft skin and getting dizzy as they fought over possession of my sweet lips, pulling me painfully by the hair and jerking me from mouth to mouth. Maybe I should have resented the rough treatment, but I could have kissed them for it...and did. Every second their mouths were clamped over mine was a second they weren't laughing about the good old days. Every spanking, hair pulling, or lip biting moment of pain, was one step further from sanity, into a sublime sissy stupor.

So of course Brad had to break a heart breakingly heavy kiss and remember, "Oh shit! I almost forgot! We were supposed to make her beg first!" He drops me to the ground and I look up pleadingly as all four of them surround me, sneering and stroking, but I see no pity in their eyes. My money protected me from them before, they knew I'd have them expelled if they so much as gave me a wedgie. But now...now there was nothing to stop them from doing whatever they wanted to me, and nothing I could do to stop myself for begging for it.

"I beg you!" I planted a wet kiss on Brad's foot then suckle on each one of his toes..."Pleez!" I moved clockwise, giving Harold the same treatment..."I beg of vous!" I felt a glob of spit it my face as I reach Nathan's feet...it felt slimy and scorchingly shameful...it felt like a kiss..."Merci! May I have anozer?" I finally ended with Gareth, who as usual had to overcompensate, pushing my head to the floor with his foot and having me kiss the ground he walked on. The floor tasted bitter and I realized that they allowed this room to remain dirty to complete the back alley ambiance. I kept my disgust to myself, a part of me worried I'd scream out in rage and horror at my once hallowed name being degraded like this, but a much more persuasive part of me telling me that this was exactly what a sissy deserved, and I felt oddly grateful for their abuse and was ready to beg for more. "Pleeze, I beg of you! I know I don't deserve it, but pleez fuck me like the salope I am!"

As always, Brad spoke for the group, mercifully saying, "You know Byron, you don't mind if I call you Byron do you? Where was I? Ah, you know Byron, as often as you used to remind us of how beneath you we were because our dads were only multimillionaires instead of multibillionaires, we should just leave you here in your own filth to think on how far you've fallen. But unlike you, we know the value of a dollar, and we each spent 10,000 of them to have you all night. So to start, you're going to suck all of our cocks until you're covered in our cum. Then we're all going to fuck that sweet ass of yours. And then we'll dispense with the foreplay and get to the hardcore fun! So...SUCK!"

I didn't waste a second wondering how I got so lucky, and I started by taking Brad's slightly above average cock into my mouth and sucking on his soft spongy head. I didn't have time for romance but I wanted to show a little flair so I rolled my tongue around his head and caught a drop of pre-cum on the tip of my tongue in one deft motion. I marveled at the taste, long grain rice and marscapone maybe, and moved onto the next cock. Harold had as much girth around his cock as he did his belly, a fat sausage that about split my jaw to fit inside. On the other hand, it was only about six inches so fitting it down my throat was no problem, and speaking of the other hand, one was busy jerking off Brad's spit slicked cock, and the other was fondling Nathan's balls to get him nice and ready. I turned my head and started nursing on Nathan's nuts, replacing my hand with my warm mouth and using my free hand to jerk off Harold. I felt like a total whore, taking on three guys at once, wondering how I could sink any lower. Well Gareth answered my question as I opened wide to swallow Nathan's prick, shoving his thick cock in beside Nathan's and stretching my mouth around two cock heads. It was all I could do to keep them in there, and I wasn't able to use much finesse. I drooled over their dicks and ran my tongue between them, causing my chin to grow slick with spittle, making me look like the dick dumb ditz I was turning into. And that's when things got hazy...

Everything became a blur of slobbery slippery flesh and wet squelching slaps...cocks were dangled just out of reach of my mouth, leaving me lunging mindlessly, they were slid in between my heaving breasts, burning my skin with sweltering shame and frustrating friction...they slapped my cheeks hard enough to make me see stars and hit the back of my throat hard enough to make me see past the firmament of stars into the secrets of Heaven...they even ended up making lewd noises as they fucked my armpits when they couldn't find another accessible crevice. I could almost make out one throbbing member from another, a tantalizing texture caressing my throat, an overpowering aroma forcing its way down my throat, a phantom flavor tickling my taste buds...sure I could pick one out from the other here and there, but then a voice would come out of nowhere and I'd forget if it was their cock I was sucking or if maybe they were the ones using my full cheeks like a hot dog bun and frotting me until I was begging to be fucked. "Bitch...cunt...slut...whore...trash...cum catcher, swallower, gargler, guzzler", and every other possible variation...but the worst thing they called me, the name that rang out no matter how deeply I dived into the deep end to drown in dick...was "Byron." No other name carried the weight of a legacy lost and a life squandered. No other insult could cut as deeply as the truth of what a pathetic creature I was, and what a pathetic creature I had become. My only chance of salvation was to abandon Byron and hope Belle could save me, to find the pride in her humiliation that I could never achieve through Byron's lack of accomplishments. And after an unknown period of time sucking and squelching, I was finally showered with praises...

That's one of my favorite things about cum...well besides the taste, the smell, and the way it cuddles lovingly against your skin...it's honest. No matter how much abuse my old 'friends' hurled at me, no matter how high their lips curled or eyebrows arched, their cum told me I'd done a good job. And like a baptism, is cleansed my mind of all but the most profane and impure thoughts, leaving me a wanton, hungry animal, too far gone to even beg for the release that made my sissy sac feel like it was going to burst into blissful bloody bits...all I could do was scoop as much of their cum off my tits and stomach and face and everywhere else and shovel it into my greedy mewling mouth before someone said, "That's enough...you're just going to get dirty again so you can clean up after we're done." Brad was so dominant, so authoritative, the only one in the group that held a candle to my Masters...it felt right to surrender to him...pure. Of course there was a special thrill in submitting to the other foul and wretched creatures, something so eerily erotic about how unappetizing they were.

Brad was the first to get hard...of course, so he was the one who claimed first dibs on my tight ass. He picked me up and tossed me on the filthy mattress, eliciting a girlish squeal from me. I immediately got on all fours and spread my legs wide as I hiked up my heiny for easy access. I cooed as he slid effortlessly slid inside me, every nerve ending standing on edge, drinking in the silky smooth hardness of his tool, feeling the already maddening pleasure percolating inside me start boiling over with every incredible inch. I wanted to cum...needed to cum, but I didn't want to seem selfish, so I waited for Brad to give me permission and resisted the just barely bearable urge to beg. As if reading my mind, or hearing my pathetic whimpers more likely, Brad finally said, "I'll bet you want to cum pretty bad don't you? Well if you want our permission, I think you should be willing to offer something in return."

"Anyzing, Monsieur Brad, Anyzing! I'll...I'll...well I don't know, I'm already doing everyzing, aren't I?" I must have looked a pretty picture as I milked his cock with my pussy and looked back with a porcelain fuck doll face scrunched up in the cutest look of confusion...

"Heh heh...not EVERYTHING. No, what I want from you is more than you so obviously want to give anyway. Not your mouth or pussy or breasts, or even your arm pits, you filthy whore. I want your soul, and not this Disney porn princess bit they've trained you to be. I want to hear from Byron. He can have a faggy French accent, but he better be telling me about how much he used to wanted me to fuck him when he was still a man. For every secret of your past perversions you reveal, I'll let you cum."

I wasn't sure what to say...I knew I'd say whatever they wanted to hear if it meant I got to cum, but I was at a loss. The truth was, before Isabella seduced and sissified me, I'd never even thought of another guy that way, and certainly not these four. In fact, I wasn't so sure why I found them so attractive now. Brad certainly fit the classic cocky stud stereotype that always seemed to make me drool, and Gareth was almost cute for a little guy, plus he had a big cock, which went a long, hard way towards making up for his personality flaws. But the other two were doughy, dopey, and demented, and yet I couldn't stop myself from imaging them covering me in sloppy kisses and groping my fleshy bits with their clumsy hands. It must have been all my training, at least I hoped it was. And realizing that gave me an idea on how to come up with the squirmy stories they were hoping for. Byron would never have imagined the types of revelations they were waiting for, but Belle could come up with stories that would give their cocks goosebumps.

"Well, I never wanted to admit zis, but when we were in ze showers, I would always sneak a peek at your cocks." As soon as I said it, the image flashed before my mind, nervously blushing as the hot water kissed my soft skin, doing nothing to the goosebumps covering my skin as I imagined what they might do if they caught me...forcing me to my knees and giving me a much stickier shower...

"Hmm...well I could have guessed that one, but the part about the goosebumps was sexy...hmm..." as Brad pondered my fate, I clasped my hand to my mouth, worrying I might say something else out loud with out realizing it. My hand grew wet with drool, and did nothing to hide the moans and whimpers squirming between the cracks of my fingers as the pressure on my overstimulated prostate grew to critical mass. I was ready to remove my hand and let whatever string of obscene entreaties my depraved mind could come up with drip out along with my drool. But just in time, Brad mercifully said, "sigh, alright, you can cum."

I didn't so much hear the word as feel it...tearing through me like a living thing, all fangs and claws dripping with bloody bliss, the intensity so profound it took a moment to realize it wasn't pain. No...it was sooooo much better than that. It wasn't pleasure either, because pleasure is just a sensation, and this was so much more than that...it was release. I shouldn't have been surprised, this was fast becoming my new favorite hobby, feeling my spirit flying free from my hard little clit and escaping the terrible labyrinth of my mind. But that was what was so breathtakingly beautiful about it...it was so complex, so vast, it was like getting a glimpse of Heaven through a peep hole, no matter how many times you looked, you could only see glimpses, and it was never enough.

I finally came to in time to feel my spasming muscles milking a gallon of Brad's seed into my thirsty cunt. I cried out only to have my mouth stuffed full of Harold's hog. I wondered why he wasn't scrambling to fill the achingly empty place left by Brad, only to feel Nathan plowing into me, filling me with one thrust and wasting no time before fucking me with rabbit-like determination. I wouldn't have wanted to get between Nathan and a tight hole if I was Harold either, and I definitely didn't want to since I was me. He wasn't the biggest or thickest I'd had, but he was fast, and at this point, all I needed was to hear the word...but the word didn't come, so neither could I. Through the panic and lust, my mind finally gained enough purchase to remember what I had to do if I wanted to cum...

"SUCK eet is tres embarrassant to admit zees, but I used to sneak into ze locker room after ze showers and sniff your jockies." The thought of my little prick, hard and leaking, my heart in my throat and the smell of their sweat so strong it brought stinging tears to my eyes, the fear of getting caught and the secret hope that I would, that I'd be pinned up against the lockers and feel their hard cocks sliding up my...

"Fuck, that's the hottest shit I've ever heard, but I'd rather your mouth be on my cock that talking about getting fucked up against the lockers." Harold chortled at my inability to maintain an internal monologue and I wondered if I'd ever reach the point where it was no longer possible to feel more ashamed than I already was, but I didn't have time to think on it long, as Harold bellowed, "Fuck it! I want my turn! So CUM already, Belle!" and just like that, I was free and flying this time getting a completely different perspective of Heaven...a bird's eye view as I hurtled past it, it's beauty and brilliance flashing by in a blur...

I landed back on the filthy mattress with the impact of a shooting star, still smoldering as Nathan emptied his load inside me. Harold finally worked up the nerve to slip in behind me, lifting his stomach over my ass so he could fit his short, fat prick inside my quivering hole. He was just big enough to tickle my goo spot and wide enough to stretch me taut and tender. It added a pinch of pain to the mix and it was exactly the spice I was looking for to overpower the stench of his greasy skin and the slug like caress of his lips on my back. Gareth, last in line as usual, crawled in front of me and slid his impressive prick in between my titillated tits. He was long enough to get a nice suck off his head with every upward motion, a lovely lolly for a good little sissy like me. It was getting harder and harder to think. Every time I came, I seemed to need relief that much more when it was over. It was like I was being force fed with a hole in my gut, and I was far from full...

"Pleez, don't make me tell you zis one, eet is too terrible...oh if I must...I used to draw your dicks in my notebook in class...zen I would write my name on zem over and over, claiming zem for my own. I wanted to be your cock copine, wanted to espouse vous dicks and be vous ball bride!" I didn't even try to keep my filthy fantasies inside anymore. I didn't see the point. I'd already sold my present and future, and now I was selling my past one spurt at a time...and considering it one Hell of a bargain...

"CUM you filthy whore, CUM!" Gareth spit in my face, but with the kindness of his words, he might as well have been blowing me a wet kiss...I came twice as hard with his permission, flying twice as far...way past Heaven...into the depths of Hell, enjoying the forbidden pleasures of the damned, burning and begging to never be saved...only after an eternity rising like smoke until I found myself hanging in mid-air, sucking on Brad's powerful neck, trying to blot out the mind rending agony of his cock forcing its way inside my ass right along Gareth's...

Suddenly, I was stone cold sober, the straight shot of pure Hell sliding slowly up my tight cunt waking me from my fuck fugue. I looked around the room, taking in the filthy ambiance of the back alley suite, seeing the disgust on the faces of my 'clients'...Nathan and Harold stroking themselves back to full mast, waiting for a chance to use an open hole. In that moment, I wondered about how far I had fallen, no how far I had dived...how quickly I had descended into the dark depths of my own depravity. And I wondered why...who was I really doing this for? Why did I want to be the 'perfect' sissy. These men didn't think it was perfection they were looking at, so whose eyes was I trying to catch? Master Darren's? Isabella? They seemed like the angels vying for my soul, but I didn't know which one was Hell's Angel and which was an angel of mercy...or whether it mattered. Whatever the truth, it was soon lost in ecstasy. Apparently my inner turmoil had been spilling out of my lips in one long moan of barely coherent confessions. It was enough to earn Brad's permission to, "Cum as much as you want, you sick little queer, just stop talking."

I must have blissed out at that point, because what little I remembered of the events that followed was painted in broad, bizarre strokes...a Goya gangbang of flesh eating demons, Blake's avenging angel's taking my ass again and again, the cosmos themselves stretching around me like tendrils, the heat of stars born inside me, my body going supernova as I experienced multiple Big Bangs...reality created and obliterated in the same eternal instant...and I'm pretty sure one of them came in my ear at one point...

I don't know how much time actually passed when I woke to Brad removing my bonnet, filled to the brim and spilling down the sided with their collected cum...I opened my mouth obediently...it wasn't even a choice...it was a reflex. I drank it down, the only fluids I was allowed all day save for their salty sweat...it filled the empty space another piece of my soul used to fill. I was down to resin now...nothing but an echo of a fantasy, and I wasn't even sure it was mine. But I knew I couldn't get enough of the taste of cum...and the more I tasted, the more I realized it didn't remind me of some obscure delicacy after all...because nothing tasted as good as cum...

I must have shown them quite a time, because after watching me drain every last drop of semen from my bonnet, they laughed and each stuck a tip onto my semen sticky skin. I made an extra four dollars for my Masters...I was so proud. All I could do was lay there and smile, feeling like a living puddle of splooge...content to slip back into unconsciousness...too weak to even crawl out the door.

Luckily, they foresaw this eventuality and sent two of the rubber clad, masked guards who carried me to the showers and scrubbed me clean with all the warmth and compassion as you'd wash a dog that had just finished rolling around in its own mess. But it was more than I felt I deserved, and I was infinitely grateful, cuddling up to them as they carried me to my cot. They even tucked me in...

That night I dreamed I was back in the meadow, but I saw a forest off in the distance that I hadn't noticed before. And not a moment to soon. As I was soon pursued by four hunters on horseback. I ran on all fours, feeling the heat of their horses' breath hot on my back. I was so close, almost in the forest, where I could lose them, where I'd be safe...that's when I felt the shot rip through me...

I woke up smiling for some reason...

Cryday...

But I wasn't smiling for long. For a moment I thought I was still asleep, as Contessa pulled me out of my cot by my hair, but the pain was all too real. "Wake up, fuck pig...we have to talk!" I would have been more than happy to talk to her, in fact I would have said anything to get her to free my hair from her vice-like grip, but she didn't seem interested in anything I had to say, ignoring my whimpers and whines as she dragged me down the halls, one scalp torturing step at a time. It was always so confusing being bullied by a sissy that had been used with all the respect he'd show a restroom wall. I could get a good look at her toned ass cheeks as she pulled me painfully behind her, and I wondered how I'd come to be dominated by a sissy with 'fuck' tattooed on her left buttock and 'hole' tattooed on her right, with bright red arrows pointing to, well to her fuck hole.

Ultimately the 'how' or even the 'why' of my dilemma didn't worry me as much as the 'what now' question that kept screaming in my head. When we got to The Playroom, I realized I wasn't going to get away with a spanking and a stern lecture. So I did what I do best...I begged. "Pleez, I beg of you! Whatever I did, excusez-moi! I weel do anyzing to make it up, just don't hurt me."

I might as well have asked for mercy from the Devil herself, Contessa just snorted contemptuously as she yanked me up by my roots and tossed me onto a St Andrew's cross. I didn't fight her as she shackled my wrists and ankles, knowing it would only make her angrier. I just waited for her to do her worst, and hoped it wouldn't be worse than I was imagining it would be. Once she had me firmly secured, she began petting my little sissy sack, causing my clit to throb and rise to it's full two inches of glory. I waited breathlessly to feel her nails dig into my tender flesh, but she just kept petting and stroking stoking the hungry flames of my all consuming lust.

"You know, Belle, I was really upset with you when I heard you beat my bitch in a sissy fight. And after I warned you to show kept sissies the proper respect..." She cooed in my ear, but it was a hollow sound, a cruel mockery of kindness...I waited for the other heel to drop. "And I hear that you convinced your trainer to put the Whammy on you...that you can't cum without permission now...no matter how bad you need to..." I realized exactly what kind of trouble I was in as she reached her hand behind me and started sliding a buttplug up my quivering asshole, the vibrations massaging my g-spot and sending me into convulsions. "So I've decided that instead of punishing you, I'd feed my little fuck pig." She slinked away slowly, seductively swaying her hips like a cruel wave goodbye. "And don't worry, I'm sure someone will rescue you...eventually."

As ridiculous as that sounded, that pesky feeling of desperate hope reared its ugly head, telling me someone would be along any minute now. If only I could just have given up maybe it wouldn't have been so agonizing. Sure, my clit still would have felt like it was trying to pass a tight rubbery ball of cum...getting bigger and bigger with every second my plug shook the orgasms loose from my pussy, but at least I could have resigned myself to it. Nothing is worse than waiting for the hope you know deep down isn't coming, tearing yourself apart inside with indecision and worry. Should I call out? But what if SHE hears me?! What happens if I'm late to my morning workout? How long has it been anyway? Please...please tell me it's been at least an hour...it feels like twenty. These were the thoughts racing through my head as I struggled helplessly against my bonds, but they were too slippery to hold on to, leaving me asking the same questions over and over without coming any closer to an answer...or any closer to cumming for that matter.

I began to wonder what I could have done differently. After all, this was my fault...it just had to be. If I was getting punished and I didn't deserve it, well that was just unthinkable. If I could be punished even when I was good, well then nothing made sense. Up was down, right was wrong, and being good was bad...and I was fucked. Eventually I decided that even if I didn't do anything wrong, I still deserved to be punished for all the stuff I did when I thought I was a man, that or they were testing me. Whatever the reason, there had to be a reason, no matter how hard it was for me to understand. But that didn't stop me from trying...

So that's how I spent most of my day, agonizing internally, both literally and figuratively, praying each second would be my last in this Hellish contraption and praying they would understand why I skipped my lessons today, even if it was totally my fault. Fortunately, even the worst of pleasure grows duller after enough time, and at some point my brain decided to say fuck it and take a nap. Everything went hazy...well hazier than usual, and I kind of drifted in and out. It was only when I was already being dragged through the halls by two of the leather guards that I realized I was free from the cross...only to be dragged into Hell. "Here we are, Room 101. Master Darius says she is to be brought to the punishment room for 'special attention'. I'd almost feel sorry for the poor little thing if she was anything more than a fuck sleeve."

I tried to scream out in my defense, even though I secretly suspected I had none, tried to beg for mercy, even though I knew for certain they had none, but all that came out was a pathetic whimper as they dragged me through the door and into the blindingly bright room...

"Belle...it's a pleasure to see you. Please, gentlemen, just set her down on the floor there and then you may go..." Darius seemed even more chilling than usual today...he looked pleased. His sharp features and dead eyes seemed ill suited for the soft smile playing on his lips. I couldn't breathe...just the thought of the shocks he gave me last time, the agony that ran through my veins like boiling blood....it was too much to bear...and he had promised it wouldn't ever be that gentle again...I tried to cry, to offer at least some expression of remorse, but I couldn't even do that. I was paralyzed with fear, all I could do was look around the room at every torture device ever imagined by man, all waiting hungrily for me. And these weren't the sexy kinds like in the Playroom...those could be scary enough. These were the kind of tools that took you beyond fear. Just as I was certain my heart would burst, providing the relief my clit had not, my eyes finally settled on the center of the room, on the table with straps I knew I was going to end up on...where, to my surprise, there was already another occupant...Contessa!

"Ah...I see you've noticed my little Cunt here is tied up at the moment..." Darius crossed over to her and with the most dreadful look of disappointment, took her head in hands, tilting her face so I could see her latest tattoo... "Spoiled brat...that's what it says, because that's what she is. Imagine my shock when a little sissy whispered in my ear that she thought she was in charge of the Basement. I certainly don't mind you sissies playing your little power games, but to find that she thought she had the right to keep you from your lessons...to impact our investment in you..." Darius looked down at her with a disgust that made my skin crawl. "Of course, I thought I trained her better than that, so I owe you an apology, Belle. But before I decide how Cunt should pay for that apology, tell me...what was it she had you call her when the adults weren't around?"

Darius looked right through me, and I knew there was no point in lying. He struck me as the kind of man that never asked a question he didn't already know the answer to. So with a guilty tremor I responded, "w-w-Well, I call her muh muh Mistress, but that was my idea, Master Darius...I'm so sorry." I could tell from his expression that he wasn't interested in my apologies and didn't want to hear any excuses I had for her, so I continued, "and she likes me to Contessa."

Darius face went dead calm, like a sniper about to pick off a target, an executioner about to flip a switch, a torture expert about to do whatever it was he was about to do. "Well, if I wanted her name to be Contessa I would have carved that into her forehead. But I didn't. I tattooed CUNT...not because that's her name, she doesn't have a name. I call her that, because that is what she is. A CUNT and nothing more...and the day I hear that a cunt has decided that it's a real girl is the day I teach it different." Darius still hadn't laid a hand on her, and his calm restraint had me much more worried than if he would have screamed or slapped her. And when he told me what my role I was to play in her punishment, I was ready to scream myself. "Now, you're probably wondering why I invited you to join us. The answer is simple...you will be administering this Cunt's punishment today. Go on, you can do anything you want to her and she won't dare seek retribution."

I looked at her, tied helplessly to the table, an expression of pure hatred marring her pretty face...well marring the parts that weren't already tattooed with slurs. I knew I what it felt like to be in her position, and as angry as I was at her for torturing me, I just couldn't bring myself to do the same to her. I knew I should, it was what my Master was expecting and everything in my training told me I should punish her for her own good...but a teeny tiny part of me was screaming for me to stop. It was even louder than the whisper of my conscience, and it was telling me that I wasn't like her, and I didn't want to be. "I eem sorry, Master Darius, but I cannot punish her. I do not want to hurt anyone."

Master Darius looked at me like I was speaking gibberish, the very idea of not wanting to hurt a sissy was impossible for him to grasp, much less accept. "Did I hear you right? You don't want to hurt her? You want to let her go unpunished? Don't you remember how guilty you felt when you were bad? Don't you remember what a relief punishment was? Are you going to rob her of that?" I looked into Contessa's eyes, and I didn't see guilt anywhere in them. She didn't want to be punished...her whole life was a punishment. I wasn't even sure at that point whether I wanted to be punished anymore, but I did know that right or wrong, I couldn't hurt another sissy.

"Non, I cannot. Pleez forgive me, but I weel not punish her." Darius looked at me like I was a puzzle box made of shit. He couldn't figure me out, but he was too disgusted to want to try. Finally he motioned towards the door, and I wasted no time in scurrying away, grateful to be free from that nightmare...and then I heard the screams...

Chasing me down the halls, faster than I could run, slipping through my fingers when I covered my ears with my dainty hands. Even when I finally made my way to my cot and buried my head under my pillow, I couldn't keep her screams out. Anguished...agonized...and all my fault. If I would have stayed and punished Contessa, it wouldn't have been anywhere that severe, but I was too squeamish. Suddenly I didn't feel so proud for listening to my little voice...and I waited for the screams to stop with tears streaming down my cheeks. I was still waiting when I finally drifted off into a fitful sleep.

I dreamed I was back in the meadow, only as I bounded through it this time, I felt the ground squish beneath my feet. I looked down and to my horror, found that the ground was bleeding and screaming underneath my step. I ran instinctively, but this only made the screaming louder...it seemed like no matter what I did, I was bound to cause suffering and pain wherever I went. I woke up praying that it wasn't prophetic...

Masterday...

I woke up with the hope that my day couldn't possibly be any worse than the last one. And when I got to breakfast, my hopes seemed to be justified as I saw Bambi motioning for me to sit next to her and Sakura. Sakura blushed and turned her eyes down when I squeezed in between them and Bambi couldn't stop giggling, putting her hand high up on my leg and whispering, "Look who's sitting all by her wonesome? Poor widdle Cuntessa, it looks like her Master is dissypointy in her. Tee hee! N' I hear you have sumthin' to do with that." She began playing with my sissy clit as I ate my breakfast, after all the teasing I got yesterday, I was ready to pop. "S'okay, widdle slave, you can cum, we're like besties now, so you can cum with us any time you want." It was music to my ears, I closed my eyes and waited for the crescendo, and suddenly I hit a false note...

"Honorable Bambisan, please to be forgiving my impertinence, but it appears Bellesan is unable to cum. I know my opinion is like an ant before God's, but maybe it's because she no longer thinks of you as a Mistress, but as a friend?" Sakura gave my leg a little squeeze and snuggled up to me. I'd lost two Mistresses for the price of one, but gained two friends. At the time, I wasn't sure if it was a good bargain or not. Sure, they helped me do my dishes after we ate, and we giggled and gossiped about Contessa and the bossy bully sissies, but I also didn't get to cum with them anymore...which was something they couldn't help but giggle about, friends or no...

But I didn't have the time to pontificate, because it was time to perspirate. I didn't want to be late to gym. I'd missed a day, which meant missing a chance to be trained and teased by Dirk. So when I arrived to an empty gym, it was another bittersweet surprise. On one hand, I'd apparently 'graduated' into solo training, on the other I'd miss my insensitive instructor. But his absence only motivated me more. I wanted to prove his trust in me was well founded, so worked harder than I ever had before, twisting into positions I didn't think were possible and flexing my pussy until it was tight enough to thread a needle but elastic enough to fit a baseball bat.

When I heard the bell, I rushed to wardrobe room. Somehow I just new that today was a day for my more traditional, but still ravishingly risque French maid uniform complete with a cute little cap. The black silk, white lace trimmed blouse was cut low enough to see the tops of my aureola and looked like they might pop out if I hiccuped. The skirt was just long enough to cover my ample ass, leaving the white lace beneath to offer a teasing glimpse of my garters attached to black silk stockings trailing to high heels I still couldn't believe I could walk in, much less run towards the foyer. But for some reason I knew I wasn't going upstairs today. Something was telling me today was different. When I reached the foyer, I realized how different...

The other gurls where already hanging up in their cages. I saw a cage for me, lowered to the ground, the door swung open wide with two guards flanking it. One stood by the door, the other by a hoist, waiting for me to get in. I tried to swallow the scream rising in my throat, but a high pitched yelp dribbled out. I hated tight spaces, they still hadn't cured me of that, and this one was almost as tight as me. But I didn't want to look like a coward in front of Isabella, so I stepped into the cage and held my breath as the leather guards closed the door, locked me in and hoisted me back up to put on display. I clutched tightly to the bars and tried to keep my knees bent so that the bottom of the cage didn't bite into my soft cheeks, which only amplified my claustrophobia. I tried to take my mind of my terror, finding just enough breath to whisper, "What's happening?"

Isabella was the first to answer. "The Master is going to pick one of us to spend the night with today. So we're waiting until he comes down here to pick one of us. Don't worry, Belle, he almost always picks me, so you'll have the day off to play with your sissy friends...Isabella looked anxious and ambivalent as if she was torn between wanting to be picked and wishing she didn't want to...

Bambi looked as carefree as usual, twirly her curly cotton-candy-pink hair and occasionally chewing on it absentmindedly, perhaps thinking it really was cotton candy. She didn't seem to be worried whether she would be picked or not, and just kept bobbing her head to whatever Barney song was floating around in there.

Sakura on the other hand looked like she was about to die of fright...well more so than usual. She had her arms between the bars, hugging them tightly as she whispered what sounded like badly translated instructions for installing software...why that was supposed to be calming or sexy or whatever else it was supposed to be besides crazy was beyond my understanding. But what I did understand was the stark terror she felt of her own desire to be picked by the Master and to surrender to her shameful lust.

Lola looked like she'd never been ashamed of anything in her life, and seemed the most at home in a cage. She was completely relaxed, going so far as to stroke her sweet chalupa, teasing a bead of pre-cum out of it as she waited to see if the Master would pick her. Unlike the others, I didn't get a real sense of obedience from her. Sure she did whatever her Master told her to, but not out of love of service. From where I was swinging helplessly in midair, it looked like her only real Master was her libido, and she would be a good little gurl as long as she could serve it as well as her flesh and blood Masters.

Contessa on the other hand looked like she didn't even know what pleasure was anymore. She looked lost, staring into space with the dull expression you find on livestock. I couldn't help but feel responsible. As frightening as it was, I would have given anything to see her hateful lust filled glare through the bars. And I prayed to the devils of Hell to have a little mercy on her and to resurrect my demoness in a graffiti covered skin suit.

Time crawled as we waited for Master Darren, waiting for the chance to crawl to him. I didn't know why I wanted him to pick me so bad...why I needed it. Sure he was handsome as all get out and built like an aged Adonis, and yeah ever since I'd felt him inside me, branding me as his, I'd felt empty without him inside me. But it was more than that. I'd had countless orgasms since then and been fucked by every sissy and man I came across, but he was more than just another man to me at this point, more than a chance to prove I was the perfect sissy or a way to get off. It's like he was source of all my desires, the reason for all of my suffering and struggles, and my only hope for true happiness...and yet I almost thought I hated him...

Finally my inconclusive introspection was interrupted my the unmistakable sound of my Master's footprints. He stood in the doorway, his silhouette more imposing and substantial than any flesh and blood man I'd ever seen, the light from upstairs pouring in as if he were bringing it with him. He took slow, measured steps, each one send shivers down my spine, and from the looks of the other sissies, up theirs as well. It was impossible to be bored, or petulant, or reluctant in his presence. All you could do was want him...and hope he wanted you.

When he got down to the foyer he calmly considered each cage and each sissy within. As he did, I could see each sissy transform, Cunt's face going blank as she went still as a statue, the empty shell for him to pierce, punish, or pleasure however he wanted. Lola, writhing against her bars, the sweat kissing her luscious curves as it dripped in fat beads from her body, so hot you'd think she would melt through the bars like the liquid sex she was. Bambi was like a deer caught in his headlights, doe eyed and innocent a mere girl before this monument of a man, her nervous giggles floating down like bubbles. Sakura, unable to look away from him, her almond eyes fixed right on his as the rest of her body revealed her humble horniness, her pale skin reddening and whimpers escaping from her delicate lips. And Isabella...if only I could have had her look at me at me with those eyes, seething with a hate more powerful than love and with a lust more consuming than hate...I could have killed her for looking at MY Master like that. I realized I must have looked the same, primping and preening desperately, trying to embody the fantasy he had chosen for us, trying to become that illusion made flesh. And when he made a slight nod towards my cage and I felt myself lowering down to him, I could have sworn I was a dream come true...

My Master held his hand out to help me out of my cage and I clasped it tightly, fearing I would fall to the floor as my legs wobbled weakly beneath me. That's when he pulled me in closer and let me lean on him, and I swooned as I buried my face in his chest, secure in the knowledge he had more than enough strength to support me. Still...I wanted to show him I could be strong, otherwise my surrender to him would mean nothing, so I took a deep breath and willed the life back into my legs...each step steadier than the last until I was supporting myself on my stiletto heels, but still walking as closely to my Master as I could. Making my way up the steps was like ascending to Mount Olympus to visit with the gods...and while I no longer consider the Basement my Hades, I did consider my Master's room the Elysian Fields. Every step landed with a sigh, knowing it was one step closer to his bed, one step closer to him...

As before, I was overwhelmed by the power of his room. It was a tableau of black and red...the walls with bold black stripes on a deep red background, all adorned with trophies of his kills...and all deadly predators, all hinting at the violence and domination the man was capable of...the dark finish on the four poster bed and the red silk sheets...the portrait of Master Darren hanging on the bed, looming over me...staring down, his burning eyes following me around the room and seeming to illuminate his features in the inky darkness that surrounded him, as if he was formed by it or had made it his faithful servant. His room was an extension of him, but even as a metaphor, he was more substantial than me, and I cowered before him, knowing only he was strong enough to protect me from him...

He led me to the bed and motioned for me to sit. This whole time I was wondering what he was thinking, if he was pleased with me, or if this was to be a punishment or perhaps another test. I anxiously awaited his word, but when it finally came, I was so on edge that I responded to his booming baritone with a timid yelp, "I must say, Belle, you never cease to amaze me. I thought your first night upstairs must have been a fluke. After all, you were so weak and worthless as a man, I didn't expect you'd have the strength or discipline to be a sissy. But look at you now, almost unrecognizable as the gurl that cowered before me the last time we met. Sure, you're still shaking, still just waiting to offer me everything...only now, for maybe the first time in your life...you actually have something to offer."

I looked up at him...awestruck, my eyes brimming with tears as I took in every backhanded compliment with immense gratitude. At this point even if he actually backhanded me I would have just been proud he wanted to touch me. I managed a feeble, "Thank you, Master." and waited eagerly for my chance to offer him everything.

"You took to training very well, and even sought out additional lessons to improve yourself. You pushed your mind and body to their fullest to defeat a physically stronger opponent. You earned a glowing review from my son, Dirk, to the point that he asked for a second kept sissy as his Christmas present. And you handled yourself professionally in an emotionally charged introduction to the 'hospitality' industry." I felt like I was going to burst with pride at any moment, and if not pride, something a little stickier. "But you have one thing holding you back. One thing keeping you from becoming the perfect sissy." I felt like I'd been hit in the gut...my vision went blurry and the room spun as I tried to think of how I had failed him..."Empathy. A sissy has no room for empathy, mercy, or compassion. You are to obey orders enthusiastically and immediately...and that is all you are supposed to do." He walked over to me, taking my head in his powerful hands, not for the first time I thought of how easily he could snap me like a twig...and how casually. "So the next time someone tells you to punish a sissy...for any reason...what will you say?"

"YES, MASTER!" I cried out in a heart wrenching cry, and felt a piece of my soul fly out with it. I had thought my empathy, my mercy, my compassion had been some of the best values I'd learned on the road to sissydom. I thought that for the first time in my life, I was understanding what it was to be a good person...but if it was a choice of being a good person or being the perfect sissy, then I had to choose like a sissy. My Master seemed to see what a difficult decision it was for me to make, and he seemed to appreciate that I had volunteered another piece of myself. So showing the mercy only a human is capable of, he lifted my lips to his and kissed me...gently but firmly...and he took all the pain away...

He scooped me up into his arms without ever letting his lips slip from mine...my nipples where hard against the material of my blouse, driving me mad with frustrated friction, but I was content that it was his powerful chest they were crushed against. I had never had a man kiss me like this...like a lover...trying to give me as much pleasure as he took. It was all so frighteningly new...I was unsure, but excited...suddenly a virgin in his arms again, exploring new territories of passion and surrender. His lips lingered on mine, one hand nimbly unclasped the buttons of my blouse while another softly ran through my hair. Any moment he could have claimed my mouth as his, thrusting his tongue in and out of my moaning maw...or he could have ripped my blouse open and mauled my breasts with his vice like grip...or he could have gripped a handful of hair and forced my head wherever he wanted it to go. The fact that he could do all of those things and instead showed the restraint of Superman holding an egg, made the experience all the more overwhelming. This was true power...true ownership. He was showing me just how strong he really was, how complete his hold on me was...all by making love to me, pretending I was anything more than a living fuck doll. It was beautiful and cruel and I couldn't tell if I loved him for it, or hated myself for loving him for it...

He poured me onto the bed, finally breaking the kiss and leaving me breathless, panting for more as he calmly undressed at a sadistically leisurely pace. I writhed underneath him, my clit swollen and slick with my pre-cum, begging to be teased more, wanting to know how far he could take me before he let me cum...if he let me cum. My hands found their way to my nipples, playing with them painfully as I twisted them, turning up the temperature on the furnace burning inside me. Master seemed amused by my desperation, but I could see a hint of hunger in his eyes as well. I knew he'd never want me as much as I needed him, but just to know there was something there, no matter how slight, was enough to justify all my trials and tribulations.

When he finally finished undressing, towering over me like a man chiseled from a mountain, it was all I could do not to beg like a selfish little slut. I was ready to cry out...use me, abuse me, hurt me, hate me...just please TOUCH me...but I held on my the skin of my teeth. He seemed slightly impressed by my restraint, rewarding me with a single finger slowly tracing my curves...as single finger that as it made contact with my skin, set it alight and left it burning in its wake. I'd never felt so overwhelmed by such a little thing...he truly had more power in his little finger than I had in my entire body...and thank God for that. I didn't care why a finger could push me to the brink of a throbbing full body explosion, I only wanted more. When he reached my plump pouting lips, I eagerly took him in my mouth and suckled on him trying to nurse the electric eroticism from his finger...and as I felt my pussy get wet and quivering, I thought I had succeeded.

It turns out I was feeling his other fingers lubing up my hungry hole, spreading me like sweet cream to get me ready for his manhood. When I realized what he was doing, I felt tears of joy caress my cheek...tears my Master kissed from my face before letting me taste their salty goodness on his lips and tongue. I wrapped my arms around his neck, running my fingers through his thick, fiery mane...my legs wrapped his back, pulling him closer to me. If I could have emptied myself and tied my skin around him, I would have gladly just to get a little bit closer, to feel him on my skin, to lose myself in him completely. I felt the tip of his cock, thick and hard and against my soft, tight rosebud. I blossomed for him with a cry of ecstasy as I felt him enter me...sliding slowly inside me, kissing my neck and feeling my pulse quicken on his tongue, trailing down to my breasts, taking a nipple in his mouth and making love to it with his tongue, his lips, his hands, his teeth...his hands moved on me like a sculptors, making me putty in his hands and sculpting a work of art, a woman in love...Zeus bedding Hera...making a goddess moan and whimper and bite his shoulder to keep from begging for more...

That was the cruelest cut...he made me feel like a goddess...like a woman...like a human being, and all as a reward for renouncing my humanity, for being a good little sissy, for acting like a thing...and all I could feel was gratitude. He wrapped his lips around my ear lobe suckling gently before whispering sweetly, "You can cum when I do..." I thanked him with kisses a million times and more, wanting this to last all night despite the longing in my loins...and to my horror and joy...it did...

He fucked me hard and fast, and soft and slow...he bent me, folded me, and wrapped me around him like a shawl...we made love in every position and all across the room...on the floor, rutting in a moment of animalistic passion, against the wall my breasts crushed painfully against the wall as he turned my head from behind and kissed the pain away...I dangled in midair before being thrust back down on his cock marched around the room and fucked anywhere and everywhere...every thrust a promise of pleasure unimaginable as the pressure built inside me, my heart raced until it sputtered and seized, only to start up beating for him stronger than ever as our bodies and tongues danced to the beat. Finally he opened the curtains on his poster windows and let the first rays of the sun hit my body, making me glimmer and sparkle as the light danced on my sheen of sweat. Beneath me I saw the vast expanse of my Masters home...and I saw all I gave up to be in his arms, to feel him inside me...and as he turned my head to kiss me one last time, as he exploded inside me...I knew I would give it all up again in a heartbeat...

That heartbeat lasted a lifetime, as I felt the heat and splendor of his love finally released inside me, filling me up as it kissed every cell, every nook and cranny all the way down to the scraps of my soul, and as it proved to powerful for my tiny frame, I felt it unleash in an eruption of volcanic proportions, my seed spraying the window. I'd cum longer maybe even harder, but I'd never cum so completely. By the time I was done, fallen on the floor and licking the windows clean...I felt empty...I felt like nothing...I smiled...

Someday...

As I reluctantly left my Master's room I realized it was a new day, and as I made my way down to the Basement, I wondered what that would mean for me. I had just surrendered all I had for a night of love that even I wasn't stupid enough to believe was real. What would I surrender next time? Did I have enough of my soul left to give? Or was I just scraping resin at this point? What would I do when I was the perfect sissy? When I was nothing? Would Master Darren want me then, or would he be bored once he had me broken and tamed? And even if he did want me, would I even be able to appreciate it once I was perfectly empty? I kept asking myself these questions, kept asking myself why I wanted a man who wanted me to kill myself for his love...but I only ended up more confused than when I started. All I did know was that if Master Darren was here, I wouldn't worry my pretty little head over silly little questions.

I made my way down to the Basement, my legs aching as I came down the steps. But they still had enough life in them to send me a foot in the air as I heard Isabella say, "Enjoy your night?" From behind me. I whirled and lost my balance, making it easy for her to push me up against the wall. Her tight black leather bodysuit looked like it was drizzled on her, her eyes shined like diamonds. Her usually haughty expression was washed away, revealing the raw hurt and confusion beneath it. Her lips were kissably close to mine as she spat out..."Did he fuck you like the filthy little hole you are? Or did he make love to you? Did he make you want to surrender everything to him? Do you even know how little left you have to give? Go on...tell me you love him. I want to hear you say it!"

She had me completely outmatched. She was stronger, smarter and could endure more than I could imagine. Worse, she seemed to know the answers to all my questions, and probably more I didn't even know to ask. In that instant, I stopped thinking, stopped rationalizing, stopped trying to be anything...and I just opened up and let what little was left of me spill out..."I don't love him! I just think I do...I mean feel I do! Everything inside me tells me I love him! That's how I know I love you! Because it's only my battered heart telling me that, and it feels so wrong, so painful, so deadly...but it feels so worth it!"

She looked like I had slapped her, like I had spit in her face, like I had stabbed her right through the heart. I'd never seen her in so much pain, so much turmoil. I couldn't bear to see it...she has loosened her grip on me in her shock...I freed my arms, pulling her mouth into mine, kissing her...no, not so much kissing her as trying to slip inside her, to live in her heart...tongue first. Her tongue was the first to recover, pushing mine back into my mouth and following it home, as if she wanted to live inside me too...we went back and forth like this until she overpowered me...I moaned in grateful submission, eagerly surrendering my soul...I knew it would be safe with her. A single tear ran down my cheek, because I knew she would have to breathe sometime, and when she did...

SLAP

My eyes stung with tears now, my face with a red welt..."I...I don't know what that was, but it was NOT love! I could never love you...don't you see? How could I love a thing? A toy? You weren't much before, but at least you were human...but now...now you're just a perfect little sissy. And all I want is for you to stay out of my way." I nodded meekly, not wanting to hear another word...feeling like I was dying as my heart was ripped into bloody bits, knowing I wouldn't be so lucky. Isabella looked almost sorry, but she managed a haughty sneer through her own tears. "Now, since you want to be the Master's favorite, you can try filling my shoes for a day. Go to the White Room. You'll know what to do when you get there." And just like that...she was gone, turning a corner and disappearing, maybe forever...

I made my way sluggishly to the White Room, the room I was born in after a fashion, an appropriate place to go to die, I supposed. But then that awful, merciless, sadistic feeling of hope came shining through the cracks of my heart. I had learned to be the perfect sissy, hadn't I? Maybe I could learn to be human too. Maybe then, Isabella would love me too...or maybe I'd be tossed out with the garbage. After all, who would want a lovelorn sissy...but what if I pretended to be a perfect sissy while learning to be human? The thought seemed insane, dangerous, and outright suicidal...but it was also my last and only hope. When I finally reached the White Room, I opened the door determined it would be the door to my new life, a life with Isabella...the first day of the rest of my life

What I saw instead was a sissy desperately fucking herself with a phallus protruding from the floor. She had olive skin, shapely slender legs, a pert behind, but with enough cushion for even Master Dirk to get a good squeeze, wide hips and a slender waist that made her look like she might snap in two as she filled her self with the stalagcock, breasts the size of ripe peaches and looking just as soft, with nipples shaped like Hershey's kisses, only looking twice as sweet. Her shoulder length hair was the brown of a fine chocolate, rich and deep and luxurious. A few strands clung to her face, her gray eyes piercing me as they looked at me in desperation. Her eyebrows were thin, almost painted on, her features were similarly delicate, but there was something haunting about their softness, as if she were a half remembered dream. And when she finally came, it was from a cock thick and throbbing and at least a good five inches. She finally slumped to the floor.

I suddenly realized what chore Isabella had left me to do. I was responsible for this freshly cut sissy, and I was no longer the new gurl. I made my way over to her, kneeling down so I could help her up, but she tackled me to the floor, sobbing into my chest, "Who am I?! Who am I?! WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO?!"

Sigh...it was going to be a long first day of the rest of my life...