by Tina Majors
I stated my preference for action comedy, making the case that when done well it can combine the best of both worlds and provide an unrivalled experience for the cinema goer.
The shop assistant seemed cynical towards my theory at first but as we went through the classic tropes he seemed to warm to my hypothesis.
Well, I’s such a funny world isn’t it.
A customer and a sales assistant discussing and getting deep on cinema in an alpine holiday resort. Whatever next, I though. We’re all just people ultimately, I also thought.
I told the sales assistant that I did not require a receipt and he approved due to the environmental factor.
I left the shop and felt quite upbeat. Now was the time to begin the walk back to the lodge and what happened next shocked me, even taking into account what had happened already.
**
So I arrive back at the lodge: nervous, excited, unsure what to expect. I remembered what I had been instructed to do by Madame Annabelle. I knocked three times, then did what I had been instructed. I got down on all fours and waited.
Yes, that’s right. Outside of the multi million dollar ski lodge I carefully placed the shopping to one side and then got down on all fours.
I thought back to my first meeting with Annabelle:
“If this is how it has to be, my boy, this is how it has to be,” She said.
I felt her hands yank down my trousers in one movement until they were down round my ankles.
Then silence.
I swear I could have heard a pin drop on the next mountain range it was so quiet. Then it began. The laughter. Annabelle, her grip still tight around my waist, began to laugh and laugh and laugh.
“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” She asked, although it wasn’t really a question.
I didn’t know what to say. I tried to make some kind of corny excuse about running out of my own underwear or having to buy an emergency pair at the airport, I can’t even recall what I said now. It was useless, nothing I could say would sound convincing. I had been caught out, there was no escaping it.
“Well, seeing as you appear to have gone quiet, I ‘ll answer for you,” She said. “You are nothing but a sissy. A pathetic, beta male sissy. Or to put it even more accurately: MY pathetic, beta male sissy!”
So, yeah, as you can probably tell, this wasn’t a woman to be messed with, to challenge, to question.
This was very much a woman who knew what she wanted, knew how to get it, and wouldn’t take no for an answer, especially from a beta male like me who secretly craved the domination that a superior woman would naturally want to dish out. And believe me, this was a superior woman.
Tall, athletic, curves in all the right places. Tick, tick, and double tick. She had a perfect style, classy and expensive. The way she had pushed me around, both physically and mentally out on the slope really made it clear that she was a woman who knew only success, knew only about making people do what she wanted.
It certainly looked like she had plans for me, plans that I would have no realistic choice but to go along with.
As I waited, I began to feel nervous.
What if someone else walked up the long drive and saw me on all fours?
What would I do: could I risk drawing her wrath by leaving my position?
But what if it was a burly workman, could I risk my masculinity by remaining in such a submissive position?
Well, my mind began to wander, and I blush as I write this:- it kinda turned me on to imagine what would happen if a big alpha male happened to see me.
Then, just as my fantasy was getting a little steamy as my mind wandered to big bulges and strong alpha bodies in comparison to my sissy clitty dick and average wimpy body, I heard her voice.
She didn’t sound happy.
“What on earth do you think you are doing?” Annabelle bellowed.
I glanced upwards and saw her standing in front of me. I knew I would get in trouble, but I couldn’t help but stare at her. Let me describe the absolute vision I was looking at. Towering above me was a statuesque Goddess, a vision of female supremacy, elegance, control, and the exact kind of woman who would never bat an eyelid or give a second glass to a beta male like me.
Dressed in tight fitting, thermal black leggings that perfectly displayed her long, toned legs, my eyes continued upwards towards her tight waist and further still over her toned stomach and perky, substantial breasts.
She was wearing a white thermal top, tight, snug, incredibly flattering. Her face, as it had been on the slopes when I first encountered her, was the perfect balance of luxurious sexuality, controlled and classy presentation, and natural features that any man, or woman for that matter, could simply never resist.
But….
I was gawping. And sissy subs should not gawp at their mistress and not expect consequences.
Before I got a chance to answer Annabelle’s enquiry as to what I was doing, she answered her own question – and at this point I knew I was in trouble.
“You get a point for at least being on all fours, but why on earth did you think it was appropriate to arrive here in men’s clothes?” She asked, a streak of anger in her voice, but also a hint of playfulness that suggested she had been half expecting this, and even more than that was looking forward to setting me straight.
“I-I-I, what if,” I mumbled, knowing full well that there wasn’t really a correct answer I could give in this situation that wouldn’t lead to punishment and inevitable humiliation at her hands.
“Oh shut up, shut that stupid sissy mouth up right now,” She commanded.
Annabelle squatted down to my head head height and lifted my chin up with her finer so that we had direct eye contact. I felt myself blush furiously and my body fill with adrenalin and a potent combination of nerves and excitement.
“Now,” She said, “Seeing as you don’t seem to be able to answer like a sensible person you will simply listen and do exactly as I command. We will try this again. Except this time, you will not be wearing totally inappropriate men’s clothes. I am going to back inside the house and you are going to strip off every last item of clothing and present yourself to me on all fours, totally naked for my amusement. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Madame Annabelle,” I answered. “I understand.”
With that, Annabelle went back inside the house and I knew I had no other option but to follow her command to the letter. I stripped off all my clothes, knocked on her door again, and got down on all fours.
Moments, then minutes, passed and there was no answer. Should I knock again? Was she going to leave me here all day? It was freezing cold and I was totally naked.
My thoughts turned again to the prospect of women, men, walking up her drive way and seeing me, totally exposed. I couldn’t risk it so I knocked again, fully expecting that this would lead to more punishment – on top of the punishment I already knew full well was coming my way!
The door opened and I felt Annabelle’s glare baring down on me. I looked up and saw that she was holding her phone, its lens pointing down towards me.
“Now, sissy bimbo,” She said, “Tell me, and my good friends on the group chat video, why you are here and what you think is in store for you today. And spare no detail!”
Not only was I being recorded, I was being filmed live to a group of Annabelle’s friends? I didn’t let the full impact of that sink in because I knew I just needed to get inside. I took a deep breath and under command from Annabelle, looked into the camera and began talking…
“I am outside Madame Annabelle’s lodge because she has summoned me, her sissy, for correction and punishment. I am naked because I made the mistake of wearing men’s clothing when quite clearly as a sissy bimbo I should be wearing more suitable attire…”
“Keep going, and remember – spare no detail!” Annabelle instructed.
“Yes, Madame,” I obliged. “I should be wearing sissy clothing such as tiny, revealing panties that expose my sissy body and tiny
sissy dick. I am ready to take my punishment like an obedient and submissive sissy boi and I hope I please Madame Annabelle in the best way I can by following her instructions as fully as is possible.”
I hoped this would be good enough.
“Yes, you see girls, he really is as submissive as I’d hoped,” Annabelle said, now talking into the phone. “Absolutely pathetic specimen of a man, but I think I can use him for some needs. And he’s got a big evening ahead of him for me to see how well he shapes up. Okay, talk later!”
There had been a lot of laughing and whooping as Annabelle was talking, clearly this was being well received by her friends and I kinda got the feeling I would be meeting some of them in person at some point in the future.
My mind raced at the idea but I was rudely brought back to reality as Annabelle clicked her fingers, beckoned me to follow her, and turned and walked into the house. As she walked, I followed on all fours – I wouldn’t dare stand up just in case. I looked up at her magnificent buttocks, perfectly cased in her leggings they made a perfectly round, muscled but juicy bottom.
I could feel my cock harden but tried to put that to the back of my mind and focus on following her as she walked through the entry hall and into the living space.
“Now, you’ll see that this is a luxury abode,” Annabelle said. “And from now on it will be your responsibility to help the maids keep it clean. Am I understood?”
I politely said I did understand, careful to make eye contact but not make it too obvious that I was getting more and more turned on by what was happening to me.
“Of course, you’ll wear a perfectly sissy maid outfit when on maid duty,” She said. “Something suitably feminine, frilly, and utterly degrading!”
“Yes, Madame,” I said.
I could feel myself becoming more and more submissive with each moment. The heating was warm in the lodge and the sudden change from the cold outside was resulting in even more blood being pumped to my stiff dick. I hoped that Annabelle wouldn’t notice, but of course she did…
“Oh dear, oh dear oh dear oh dear,” She said.
Annabelle walked around me and squatted down by my crotch. She flicked my twitching dick with her fingers, laughing as she did. She began to do it quicker and harder. I felt like I could cum at any moment. I looked down and saw that I was on an expensive feeling rug. I didn’t want to think about the trouble I would get in if I spunked all over this. I had to do something.
“Please, Madame, please, I don’t want to make a mess!” I pleaded.
“Oh, you like it do you?” She said, teasingly. “You like being in a humiliating, degrading position in front of your mistress? You like having your puny little sissy clitty flicked by my fingers? You like having your cheeks spread apart, your puckered hole spat on and spanked?”
What? What did she mean…
With that, Annabelle, spread my ass cheeks wide open, spat on my hole, and began to slap and tap, probe and push on my hole. Alternating this with the flicks on my cock I was in a pure mix of pleasure and pain. I couldn’t help myself and began to moan, whimpering like the sissy slut I knew I was.
“Yes! That’s it you stupid little sissy bitch,” She said, “Show me how much you like being treated like a panty boy play thing!”
Suddenly she stopped. I was so close to making a mess, to having that release I was craving.
“No, no, no,” Annabelle said. “If you’re going to cum you need to please me first. You need to show me exactly what kind of sissy you are. And first things first I want to see you in a pair of panties, just like when I first, ahem, discovered you on the slopes.”
Annabelle then ordered me to walk into the kitchen and select one pair of panties and bra form the options that had been laid out for me on the table. Further, I was to parade myself out of the kitchen and back towards her like I was a proud model in a sissy boy fashion show – something, rather ominously, she said I would need practice in.
Without hesitating, I ran into the kitchen and looked at the options available to me. One pair was a basic white bra and pantie, almost like college girl gym kit. It would be a snug fit and had a sexy college vibe but it wasn’t the right choice. Then there was the super lacy red and black bra and pantie set that looked very luxurious and classy. Again, this would be right for another occasion but not for a slutty fashion show. Then I saw the pair that really stood out and I just knew – or certainly hoped – would be the right choice. It was a tiny, scandalously small pink thong with a mesh front and tiny back. The matching bra had mesh on the front and was equally revealing and low cut. I quickly got into them, stuffing my hard cock inside and hoping that it would pop out as I did my sissy walk for her.
“Hurry up bimbo!” Annabelle commanded from the living area.
I couldn’t dare to delay any longer, so I took a deep breath and walked out. Annabelle had put some music on, something suitably sissy. She had an expectant look on her face and I decided to give it everything I had. Despite the humiliation and the total lack of respect she had for me I had a feeling that I just wanted to serve her and earn, if not her respect for me as a man, her respect for me as a sissy boi who she could train.
“Dance for me you pathetic wannabe cock sucker!” Annabelle threatened. “Show me why all the big alpha men would want a piece of you!”
I did as I was told, my head spinning in excitement. Instinct took over and I began to squat and twerk, shaking my thong booty for her amusement. I began to do more and more degrading moves, really making a spectacle of myself. Annabelle was laughing, but I also noticed that her nipples appeared to be rock hard, and her hand was resting over her crotch, her fingers pointing in towards her pussy.
“Get over here bitch,” She ordered, grabbing me by my panties and dragging me across her lap.
What followed was a hard spanking, with her throwing insult after insult at me, insulting my average wimpy body, my small dick, my pathetic subservient nature. She made me agree with everything she was saying, which only added to the humiliation. By the end of it I was begging her to stop, I was totally broken, I would have said or done anything to make her stop.
“Tell me you’ll do anything!” She said.
“Yes, mistress, I’ll do anything – Ow! Ow! It hurts! – I’ll do anything you say!” I cried out.
“Will you worship my big strong bottom?”
“Yes! Yes! I’ll worship your big strong bottom!”
“Will you only make a sissy mess when I let you?”
“Yes! I’ll only make a sissy mess when you let me.”
“Will you be my sissy cock sucker?”
“Yes! Yes! I’ll be your sissy cock sucker!”
That was the last step, I couldn’t stop myself and felt the cum charge up through my cock and explode out all over her smooth, lycra clad legs. I bucked my thighs and ground my groin into my mistress.
“Oooooh, I’m sorry, Madame Annabelle,” I pleaded, genuinely sorry for making a pathetic mess over this incredible woman.
Annabelle pushed me off her lap and ordered my to lick up the mess, which I did without a second thought. She patted and stroked my head as I did, reassuring me that although there would be a punishment for this later, she was happy that I had committed to being her cock sucking little sissy bimbo.
“You see,” She said, “I have got plans for you. Plans that will push you to your limit. Now I know what you’ve got, that you are a perfect little beta boy ready to be made a pure sissy bimbo, I think you and I can work well. But, before any of that, you and that tongue of yours have got an appointment up in my master suite with my ass and with my pussy. Once you’re finished, you can sleep on the floor at the bottom of my bed and tomorrow we will begin your journey in earnest. Now, I’ll ask you this: are you ready to be my ski slope sissy?”
I didn’t have to think about it, I knew that something that felt this good – even taking into account the extremely degrading nature of it, the pain I had experienced, the mocking of my little cock – I
knew that this was right.
“Yes, Madame,” I replied, “It would be an honour to serve you and be the best sissy boi I can be for your pleasure, amusement, and service.”
**
So I woke up the next morning, a bit surprised to find that I was alone.
Where had Annabelle gone?
Was I alone in the chalet?
Was I expected to do anything?
Was this experience really happening to me?
I sat up in the middle of the bed and looked around, it was certainly a high end kind of décor. I guessed that at some point after Annabelle had left the room I had worked my way up from the bottom of the bed and gotten some nice and comfortable rest in the middle of the bed.
I let out a long, satisfying yawn and then listened to see if I could hear any kind of noise in the house.
Nope, nothing.
Quiet as midnight in Silentsville, population: me.
I had been worked hard last night, in fact since the moment I met Annabelle. I guess maybe this was an opportunity for some rest?
I spotted the TV remote on the bedside table and leant over and picked it up. Pointing it at the 70inch flatscreen, I turned it on to the comforting welcome noise that TVs make.
What should I watch?
I knew that Annabelle had a full package, presumably to cover all tastes for when she was entertaining, so felt like I would have a complete choice to scratch whatever viewing itch I might feel. I began to scroll through the options.
Drama? No.
Sports? No.
News? No, way too down beat and full of propaganda these days.
Cartoons? No, not today.
I guess this was a situation where too much choice, and the freedom to just go with whatever you want was actually reducing my enjoyment, making it impossible to select anything.
Was this was maybe why I had complied with Annabelle’s wishes so readily? That I had some kind of inbuilt DNA that preferred to be told what to do, to not think for myself, to be obedient to someone who did actually have a clear idea of what should happen, what needed to be done.