by Tina Majors
“Well look there, the sissy has shown his true colours, ladies,” Annabelle declared loudly. “Let’s be honest, we all suspected this panty slut was a slut for big willies didn’t we?”
“We certainly did,” Sophie said, her hand down the front of her trousers, her face flushing with excitement.
“Well, everyone,” Annabelle exclaimed, “We did say that there would a be a punishment for the slut and I think Sophie is just about ready to give it?
With that, Sophie got up and walked towards Annabelle and I.
Annabelle grabbed my head and pushed me down on the floor, instructing me to lift my head upwards off the ground and keep my mouth wide open.
Sophie had by this point removed her trousers and panties and was standing above me, her fleshy, muscular thighs and bottom being supported by long, powerful calves.
Sophie began to vigorously finger fuck herself, her pussy directly hovering above my head.
“Right ladies, set your phones cameras to record, you won’t want to miss this,” Annabelle laughed wickedly. “The slut is about to get a squirt shower he won’t ever forget – or be allowed to forget either! Now, gay-boi, if you cum without permission you can expect to get cummed all over yourself. Sophie, frig your juice all over him, and sissy – I want to see you straining up to get as much as you can in your mouth and on your stupid little face!”
Sophie began to moan loudly, and then without much warning I saw her thighs tremble and a hot, powerful stream of female squirt juice powered its way towards me.
Not wanting to displease Annabelle further, I did follow her command and felt the salty juice fly into my mouth. There was so much of it that my mouth quickly over flowed and I struggled to keep it in.
All the time this was happening I could hear the women cheering and voicing their pleasure at this spectacle.
After emptying herself on me, Sophie just let herself drop full weight on my face. Her pussy was hot, wet, and had a potent sweaty odour to it.
I felt her grind on my a little, and then I passed out.
**
When I came round, the women had all gone apart from Annabelle and Sophie.
“Well, well,” Annabelle said, “He’s come round. Now boy, what happened today is exactly what you deserved, and I don’t think there’s any denying that, is there?”
I shook my head, completely admitting defeat.
“Good,” Annabelle said. “Well, what you’re going to do is come home with me tonight and we’re going to continue our journey. I’ll make a fully trained sissy slut of you yet.”
And with that, we all left the now closed department store together, the two women walking tall and proud, with me the defeated little panty boy crawling on all fours beside them, my red cheeks on display to the security guards who laughed and joked as my mistress stopped to say hello to each and every one of them on the way down to the car park.
As I gave a twerk display for each of the big strong guards, I realised this this journey was only just beginning.
Punished in Panties!
A Sissy Feminization Romance
By
Tina Majors
Perfect10 Books
All rights reserved with the author, Tina Majors (2019-)
Now before we hit that filthy, humiliating, frenzy of panty punishment, let’s have a little peak at what’s to come…
“You’re late!” Mistress bellowed. “And let us not forget that during our little wrestling test, I assured you that you would be getting a punishment. Well I suppose I will have to add it all up and put it in context.”
“Yes, Mistress,” I said.
I still felt incredibly intimidated by this woman, but the fact that I had cum in front of her, had my penis mocked by her, and engaged in a very intimate, yet one sided, wrestling match with her meant that I also felt comfortable in being myself in front of her.
“Now, what will happen is this,” She said. “You will go into the changing room and strip. You will pick an item to wear, only one, and you will come out and present yourself in front of me and ask for your punishment. Got it?”
“Yes, Mistress,” I said.
“Well, chop-chop,” She said. “Don’t make me add any more to what is already looking like a pretty hefty tariff.”
I walked as quickly as I could into the changing room and flung my clothes off at double speed. I looked at my options that had been placed on the table.
This couldn’t be right?
All I saw in front of me were three pairs of women’s panties.
The first was a white, lacy, frilly pair.
The second was a pink, ultra-tiny thong.
The third was a high cut, see through, black thong.
I heard Mistress shouting at me to hurry up and knew I had to make a choice.
I suddenly wasn’t sure I could go through with this.
This had been a long held fantasy of mine, but to finally live it seemed maybe a step I wasn’t sure about taking. I bit the bullet and went with what I knew my heart was telling me. I picked up the panties and felt an unbelievable thrill as I pulled them up and walked out in front of my boss.
“Ah, the pink panties,” She said. “Well, how revealing – in more ways than one! Now, anything you would like to say?”
“Yes,” I said. “Please will you accept my request to be punished? I have been a very naughty little idiot who deserves to have his bottom spanked by his superior.”
“When you say ‘bottom’”, She said, “Do you mean sissy bottom?”
“Y-y-y-yes,” I agreed. “I mean please spank my slutty pink panty sissy bottom for as long as you think I deserve it.”
And with that, she beckoned me over, put me over her knee, and began spanking my bottom hard and fast for what seemed like an eternity.
I began to struggle, such was the pain.
I was begging her to stop but my please were only met with laughter and commands to shut my sissy mouth. She wasn’t kidding when she said this would be a proper punishment.
“Now, that’s enough,” She said. “Get yourself off my lap and over into the corner. I want you to stand with your face against the wall until I say otherwise and think long and hard about what you’ve done and how you can make sure to please me in future.”
I waddled over to the wall, my panties half way down my thighs, and did exactly as I was told. I knew my new boss meant business and wasn’t a woman, or should that be Goddess, to mess with.
Punished in Panties!
A Sissy Feminization Romance
By
Tina Majors
Perfect10 Books
All rights reserved with the author, Tina Majors (2019-)
Walking down the street I felt the harsh crashing of rain bounce off my large golfing umbrella. The funny thing was I’d never even played golf in my life but yet here I was taking refuge from the unpleasant weather with a golf umbrella.
Such is life I suppose.
As I walked, I took a moment to study the faces of those I passed on the street; men and women of all ages, races, shapes, and sizes going about their business throughout this unseasonal but not unexpected downpour.
I began to wonder where they were going and where they were coming from. Were they harbouring any secrets that could land them in trouble?
Were they on a wet mission to visit a loved one?
Were they late for work or hurrying up to meet a dear friend for coffee?
I would never know, but it didn’t stop me thinking.
I’d often found myself becoming curious of the lives of friends and strangers alike, a habit that had either got me nearly very close to trouble or actually in trouble on more than one, two, or three occasions.
This of course reflected back into what I was experiencing now ,and I couldn’t help but think that it was all tied into the same psychological hard wired series of desires. Whether I would ever find out the truth about this I do not know – and it seemed unlikely I would ever personally qualif
y as a fully accredited psychologist or be able to afford a shrink that could help unravel the mysteries of my mind.
But I digress, as I continued to power my way through the rain and avoid further soaking through my supposedly, but clearly not entirely, rainproof coat that I had bought at a discount from the big department store I had received some Christmas vouchers for, I made the decision to begin focusing on myself and paying less interest in the affairs of others.
Whether this would last, I truly did not know – but was sure to find out!
**
I arrived at the house I had been sent to and waited at the front door as instructed. The door was at least seven feet high, double sided, solid oak perhaps or at the very least some other kind of impressively expensive and well maintained wood.
I looked at the door knockers and felt intrigued; both wrought iron drenched in black paint with one depicting a large Amazonian woman dressed in a short regal dress with gaps to display impressively muscled legs from thigh to calf; in one hand the woman held what appeared to be an ornate nautical spear, and in the other hand what could only be described as a long staff with the top end shaped like a large penis, thick dick head included.
Curiosity got the best of me and I leant in to take a closer look.
I was right, it was a cock, right down to the detail of throbbing veins.
What on earth was this place? I wondered as I found myself transfixed, now totally drenched by the ever worsening rain fall.
But hang on, I mentioned that there were two door knockers. I managed to drag my eyes away from the Amazonian queen with her ceremonial garb and shocking weapons to peer over to the other door knocker. I was faced with the spectacle of three men, all on their knees, naked and with their hands held up towards their queen on the other door.
Leaning in I could see that there was one striking thing about these men and that was as follows: each of these men had erect penises of smaller than average size, albeit boners that were pointing towards their apparent mistress in such a way that suggested they were ready to serve upon fear for their lives even.
**
The door had opened on a kind of electronic buzz system and a stern voice over the speaker had instructed me to walked up to the top floor. I took my time walking up the stairs as I didn’t want to be too sweaty.
I entered the room and was met with a spectacular site. The woman in front of me was at least six foot tall in her heels. Her tight, well fitted trouser suit only accentuated her magnificent curves. Her breasts were prominent without being cartoonishly big. Her legs appeared toned, muscular, and able to crush a man with relative ease. I must have been gawping because as the woman walked over, she pulled her hand back and slapped me full in the face!
“Stop staring at me like an object you little creep,” she said.
This incredible woman grabbed me by my ear and kind of judo threw me down to the ground. She nudged me with her foot and had me lying face down on the floor in total fear of what was happening to me.
“W-w-w-wait, I’m sorry,” I pleaded.
“Do not talk to me, silly boy,” she bellowed. “As you know, I am your new boss. And if you wish to make a career for yourself under me, then it will be just that – underneath me. Got it?”
With that, she pressed her foot into my back and I let out a whimper.
“Y-y-y-es, please, I understand,” I cried out.
“Good,” She said. “Now, as your new boss you will call me Mistress at all times and you will need to agree to do as I say, when I say, without complaint or hesitation. Do you understand?”
I nodded my head as well as I could and felt relief as she took her foot off my back. The relief was short lived though as no sooner had she done this was I being picked up by the belt loops on my trousers and carried over to the other side of the office where I was promptly dropped on what appeared to be a very large yoga mat.
“Strip down to your underwear,” She said. “Do it! I want to see what I will be working with.”
I felt myself blush but began to strip. As I took my clothes off I could see the incredible woman in front of me rolling her eyes and struggling not to laugh.
She clearly was not impressed with what she was seeing.
“Now,” She said, “What a miserable excuse for a man I have standing in front of me. This should be easy. Oh, yes, we’ll be wrestling now. The outcome will decide how you are used by me going forwards. Now get yourself in the centre of the mat and wait for me to return.”
With that, I stood in the centre of the mat wearing nothing by my short briefs.
I felt very vulnerable and totally unsure of what was going on.
But somehow I knew that leaving this situation wasn’t an option I would even be considering. This was in many ways a dream come true, to be in awe and totally controlled by an incredible Amazonian woman.
Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, or more intimidating, she walked back in the room and strode over towards me.
“That’s it, gawp and drool, give me another reason to really teach you a lesson,” She said, her voice calm and very firm.
I must admit I was now in full on stare mode, gawping like the beta male I was.
My boss had changed from her power suit into a shiny black one piece leotard with a high cut thong. This was a spectacular site I was seeing and it only made me more taken aback when suddenly and without warning, she grabbed me and threw me to the mat.
“Now, we are going to keep going until I say, no quitting,” She said. “Got it? I want you to try and resist me as best you can. Remember, your job relies upon your performance. Now let’s see what you’ve got.”
What followed was a relentless hammering from my incredibly powerful female superior.
She put me in leg holds, squeezing the air out of my lungs.
She pinned me down and tickled under my arms, causing me to squirm and plead for mercy.
She then flipped me on to my front and lifted me fully off the ground by the waistband of my underpants.
“Ooooh, what’s that, is that ripping of material I hear?” She laughed.
She was right, and my underpants ripped right off my body and I dropped to the floor. She flipped me on my front and towered above my naked body.
“Well, look at that,” She said. “A wimp wrestler with an even wimpier little dick! Who would have thought it?”
I couldn’t believe she was saying this.
I felt totally degraded and humiliated.
She squatted down and spat on my dick, laughed, and then dropped down full weight on me, her powerful thighs either side of my body.
“I’m going to give you what you deserve,” she said. “I’m going to bounce my big beautiful bottom up and down on your face. And I want to hear you thank me, and I want you to ask for more too!”
She began to do just that, and I had no option but to comply with her instructions.
This was a perfect mix of agony and ecstasy.
I began to thrust my dick up and down without even considering what I was doing.
“Oh dear, is being dominated by your new boss turning you on?” She said. “What a sad little wimp, you’re probably a virgin. Even if you’re not, there’s no way you’ve ever satisfied a woman with this pathetic little worm.”
And suddenly I could feel myself cumming, the humiliation aimed at me and the fact that a magnificent ass was grinding on my face had pushed me too far. As I came I really thrusted my hips up and down to make the most of the moment.
I must have looked ridiculous.
“You disgusting little boy,” She shouted. “You never cum without my permission!”
My mistress then turned around and with a hand full of my stringy hot cum she smeared it all over my face and inserted her fingers in my mouth.
“Eat it, eat your spillage all up for your mistress!” She exclaimed. “You are hear for my entertainment you useless little man, not the other way round. And before you say anything, yes you wil
l be punished for this later, make no mistake.”
**
I finished my iced drink and placed the empty tall plastic cup in one of the recycling bins placed near the exit. I walked out with a spring in my step having noticed that the weather had cleared up and the rain clouds had made way to reveal a clear sky with a light hue – a welcome change from the dark tinge that occurs when storm clouds dominate the sky.
Perhaps this was a metaphor for my life?
Who knows, all I knew was that I felt good and the world was too.
Sure, it was a little on the cold side but this was inner city Britain and not the tropical beaches of South East Asia or the golden sands of somewhere like the Maldives.
Speaking of which, one comment that my new boss had made earlier was that I should expect some foreign travel – that is if I could sufficiently impress her long enough to keep my job.
Whilst I had enjoyed my year abroad, or sixteen months if I am being accurate, it wasn’t exactly spent at the height of luxury and certainly I wasn’t doing it in the company of someone as impressive and formidable as my new boss. I imagined the restaurants, sights, hotels, and other potential memories that could be made. If anything, this only served to cement my resolve to perform well in this job – I would make a concerted effort to exceed expectations at all junctures and moments.
Well, that was my idea.
Unfortunately, I was soon to find out that this would not always be possible with my new boss. But for now, I was living in a blissful ignorance and optimism and wasn’t about to let anything spoil that.
I began the walk back to my new place of work and didn’t realise that I had in fact exceeded the maximum amount of time that I was told to be out for. Well, a perfect job, but clearly this was not going to be the perfect start.