Punished

by Tina Majors

  I became conscious that people were watching and looking over my shoulder saw that a small crowd of men and women had congregated.

  “Has he had enough?” Jennifer asked them.

  There was a mixed response, but luckily – or so I thought – Jennifer decided I had had enough.

  Then came the killer comment.

  “We’ll see you all at the beach in about fifteen!” Jennifer said.

  What? She knew this crowd? Worse than that, she knew the crowd of people that had just witnessed her give a public spanking to a sissy bimbo in public… and that sissy bimbo was me!

  We got into the car and I sat in silence, contemplating the prospect of having to look at these people in the eye once we got to the beach.

  “Oh, I can read you like a book, sissy,” She said. “You’re worried about having to interact and be around those people? Well, don’t worry. For one, they are some good friends of mine and they are used to sissy sluts like you. Secondly, if you think a public spanking is something to be embarrassed about, well.. how shall I put this… things are going to get an awful lot more humiliating for you later on!”

  Jennifer laughed, turned the music up on the car sound system and got on to the freeway that would take us to the beach.

  My mind was racing, my ass was still throbbing – and it wasn’t the only thing to be throbbing either. What was going to happen on the beach? I wouldn’t have to wait long to find out.

  **

  “Well don’t you look a perfect little slut!” Jennifer declared. “Guys, what do you think?”

  Jennifer’s friends all commented in the affirmative, yes, I did look like a perfect little cumdump sissy slut.

  I was standing on the table top of the Crystal Cove outdoor restaurant, wearing nothing but my lycra thong and matching bra. To the amusement of the restaurant guests and owner (who happened to be an old college friend of Jennifer’s), I was working my way through requests for poses from the attending crowd.

  So far I had squatted down as low as I could, I had bent over and rubbed my fingers suggestively around my crotch, I had even pretended that a large banana was a cock that I was oh so desperate to get in my mouth.

  All of this had been incredibly humiliating and of course, in truth, a massive turn on.

  It was quite surprising that I hadn’t cum already.

  Some of the waiting staff had even come up and posed for photos with me, grabbing my crotch and pinching my cheeks totally without even the slightest consideration for asking my permission.

  “Do what you want with him, I do!” Jennifer had declared to loud cheers.

  “Jennifer, does the sissy like to suck actual cock?” Naomi asked.

  Naomi was one of the louder and cruder members of the crowd. She had large breasts that complemented her voluptuous figure and plump lips that I would have loved to rub my beta dick on, if I was ever lucky enough.

  “Don’t be rude, sissy, answer Nicola,” Jennifer said, shooting me a look that suggested she did not want to be disappointed by my answer.

  “I am in training, Naomi,” I said, nervously.

  “Well that is interesting. Come down from the table and get over here. Now!” Naomi said.

  I looked over to Jennifer, part in hope of being saved, but no luck.

  Jennifer just nodded and pointed towards Naomi.

  I climbed down from the table and Naomi grabbed me and placed me on her lap. It felt humiliating, like she was treating me as if I was a rag doll. I looked up and Naomi’s cleavage was millimetres from my face. Then she did something that absolutely shocked me. She pulled her breasts out of her top and pushed my face on to her nipple.

  “If you tell me how much you want to suck a big hard dick, I’ll let you make cummies while sucking my nipples,” She said. “Oh, and it’s not a request…”

  I didn’t know if I could go through with it.

  I hesitated and immediately felt Naomi’s fingers pull my bra front down and clamp on to my nipples. I let out a groan, half pain half pleasure. Naomi began to pull and stretch my nipples.

  “Tell me how much you love cock, big veiny… thick alpha male cock!” She instructed.

  I knew I had to say it, because even though it was under the duress of pain, I knew it was true.

  I also knew that Madame Jennifer would not accept my lying, and she would see through any kind of half assed attempted lie or half-truth. I felt Naomi impatiently pull on my nipples and slap them, causing the crowd to cheer. One of the other women walked over and pulled my thong down past my knees and as my hard dick sprung out to the amusement of the watching crowd I knew it was time to speak.

  I figured if I left it too much longer I might end up making a sissy mess everywhere.

  “Yes, it’s true,” I said, trying to speak as clearly as I could to avoid the possibility that I would have to repeat this terribly humiliating truth.

  “What is true?” Naomi demanded.

  “It is true that I fantasise of hard dick, big, thick, bouncing, rock hard dick,” I said, getting into it in a way I had no expected. “I dream of big alpha men stripping me down to my tiny women’s panties and having their way with me while strong, confident, sexy women watch and laugh, taunting me and making fun of my sissy clitty. Oooooooh-“

  Oh no, I thought. It was happening.

  I couldn’t stop it.

  Right there and then, on the beautiful Naomi’s lap, my hard little dick exploded everywhere as I described my deepest sissy bi fantasies.

  The crowd cheered and laughed, and judging by the looks on some of their faces, were also pretty turned on by the whole thing.

  “Now, be a good sissy and eat up your cummies from Naomi’s titties,” Jennifer said. “And don’t you dare miss a single drop of that disgusting mess.”

  I began to lick and suck my cum, much to the enjoyment of the crowd, and Naomi it must be said. I could feel her nipples harden as I licked my stringy sissy bimbo cum off her tits.

  “Okay, okay, that’s enough,” Jennifer declared. “I have a rather wet pussy that needs seeing to, and this sissy slut is the one who will be servicing it for the rest of the day. Anyone who wants to stop by and enjoy the show, and perhaps have some fun of their own with us is more than welcome to, man or woman.”

  I was led away by Jennifer, my legs still weak from the enormous orgasm I had experienced.

  “Did I meet your expectations, Madame?” I asked, hopefully.

  “Oh sissy, you certainly did,” Jennifer said, almost sounding proud of me. “But you’ve got the rest of the afternoon to go, and if I was you I wouldn’t let your standards drop, because if you do I’ll throw you to a big alpha male and he’ll have you down on your knees in double quick time. Now I know you might enjoy that, but I want to hear more about your bi, gay, call it whatever you want sissy wet dreams first, and you can tell me all about them as you get that tongue working my to several orgasms, on my pussy and my asshole.”

  We walked to Jennifer’s reserved spot on the beach and after a quick drink we got to work. About an hour in, the strangest thing happened. She received a text. A text from Madame Annabelle.

  Madame Annabelle would be flying in first thing tomorrow.

  My heart raced, I could only imagine what this would lead to.

  Madame Annabelle and Madame Jennifer together… I felt myself go hard again, much to Jennifer’s amusement.

  “Sissy! Don’t worry, all will be revealed you cum hungry little panty boi bimbo! But before that, we’re going to get you sucking on a big, hard, cock for real. Now tell me, would you like that?”

  I knew the answer.

  I couldn’t deny it.

  I had to say it.

  “Yes, Madame,” I said, “I would love you to find my a big hard cock for me to pleasure with my beta sissy cumdump mouth.”

  As I said the words out loud, I found myself experiencing the most intense sissygasm ever, my cum bursting out of my clitty, my entire body convulsing with pleasure.


  “Well, just wait until you try it for real!” Jennifer said. “You will soon be the perfect sissy, I can guarantee it.”

  I wasn’t sure exactly what this would entail, and I knew that both Jennifer and soon a returning Annabelle would have plenty of surprises in store for me. But I did know that I was ready for the next chapter in my sissy journey.

  **

  SISSY LIFE!

  Feminization, CFNM Humiliation, SPH, and More…

  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…

  It was very important that I knew my role as a beta male – important conversations did not concern a bimbo like me, I was here to do and to serve as I was told.

  Truthfully, this thought not only relaxed me, it also excited me.

  I had to be careful not to get too excited however as I finished changing into my outfit, ready for the evening ahead.

  As it was a sleepover, Jennifer had decided that I would be wearing a highly feminine, sensually cropped pyjama set. In other words: tight pink satin trousers that were tight around my sissy ass, and a very small matching pink satin button up top that was short around my midriff, revealing my smooth, shaved chest.

  Oh, and of course, underneath the pyjama bottoms I had been given a pair of absolutely tiny panties that were designed to keep any unwanted stiffness under control.

  When I say tiny panties, I mean they were ridiculously small.

  Apart from the front piece of material that was so small it struggled to keep even my tiny dick inside, there were two strings that connected to a virtually non-existent back.

  If you didn’t know I was wearing anything underneath the bottoms, I don’t think it would be possible to tell.

  “I won’t tell you again, sissy, get down here!” Jennifer called out, her voice authoritative and a little bit impatient.

  I finished checking myself out in the mirror and left my room to take the stairs down to the ground floor.

  I couldn’t deny it, I was feeling a whole range of emotions. Part of me was incredibly turned on by the prospect of my first sissy sleepover, the thought of several women, all in the mould of Jennifer, having fun at my expense, ridiculing me, punishing me if I took a step wrong, and who knows what else.

  It was a major cause for excitement.

  But on the other hand, I was also petrified by the idea.

  What if I wasn’t able to please them?

  What if their plans for me pushed me too far, tried to make me do something I just wasn’t ready for?

  There was also the unknown factor. As I hadn’t experienced an overnight situation, I had no real idea what to expect, what the possibilities truly were.

  I would soon find out.

  Just as I was letting my mind run away from me, I remembered Jennifer’s impatient tone of voice and got down the stairs in double quick time.

  “Well I thought you had got lost,” Jennifer said. “I hope this isn’t going to be the precedent for the evening?”

  “No, Madame,” I said, “I will be ready and waiting to serve as promptly as is required.”

  “Oh, sissy, you sound very nervous!” Jennifer laughed. “Perhaps you need a bit of a warm up, just to shake out the nerves?”

  What did she mean? I half suspected that Jennifer would put me over her lap right there and spank me not only for my slowness, but also for my nerves.

  “Anything you wish, Madame,” I replied, hoping that my quick response and respectful, subservient tone would find favour with her-

  SISSY LIFE!

  Feminization, CFNM Humiliation, SPH, and More…

  By

  Tina Majors

  Perfect10 Books

  All rights reserved with the author, Tina Majors (2019-)

  After what had happened at Crystal Cove Beach, possibly – no definitely – the most public humiliation of my life, either as a sissy or otherwise, I had been informed by Madame Jennifer that Madame Annabelle would be returning.

  Well, slight change of plan.

  Annabelle would indeed be returning, but not for another few days due to an unexpected hold up in a business deal that would apparently increase her net worth by a staggering amount. Jennifer had told me that we would be continuing as normal, with me serving her and working on my craft as a subservient sissy boy.

  “I’m going out for the day now, sissy,” She said, “But I will be back this evening with a couple of friends. We’re going to have your first sissy slut sleepover!”

  I didn’t know how to react to this.

  I’d been publicly humiliated, exposed and spanked in front of her friends on the beach, fondled and groped by total strangers, their hands running all over my sissy body.

  But having people stay over the night seemed a new level.

  It certainly opened up possibilities I hadn’t experienced so far in my journey.

  “I see the prospect has you thinking,” Jennifer quite accurately observed. “Well, you should prepare the house, get it nice and tidy, and you should also make sure you yourself are ready for what will be an evening of pure entertainment for my friends and I. Whether or not you find it entertaining is quite another thing, but we shall see.”

  With that, Jennifer walked out of the cinema room and as I heard the front door close, I pondered what on earth she could have meant.

  Well, I couldn’t spend too long thinking about it as I knew I had to get the house in shape before she returned.

  **

  I put on my Sissy Chores clothes. Still feminine, still panties, but more practical. A snug grey thong, of course cut high on the hips. With it the accompanying grey sports bra. I wore a pair of comfortable sneakers with little white pop socks on my feet.

  As I began my chores, my mind wandered, as it always does.

  You see I had recently been really struggling with the internet at the beach house. I needed a service that was fast, reliable, and capable of retaining its speed in a busy household where multiple devices were often in use.

  Not all of my work for Annabelle and latterly Jennifer was related to feminization, some of it was more mundane, and I guess this was an example.

  I attempted to disconnect my tablet and reconnect, but all this did was cause further delays to getting online and listening to the latest episode of whichever podcast it was I was going to listen to as I ensured the house was of the correct standard.

  It finally did reconnect after what seemed like an age, although in reality it was probably less than ninety seconds, and I thought that enough was enough, I was going to take the matter into my own hands and find a new provider and be done with this pain in the ass.

  After some rudimentary research I saw that there was a new service in town, one that was economical, reliable (or so they said), and provided super high speeds.

  Sounds too good to be true?

  Well, apparently it wasn’t.

  The thing is, it was a rebranding due to a merger of two of the previous giants of internet providers.

  I won’t bore you with all the technical details, and I’ll be honest I’m not even sure I could successfully remember them all myself at this juncture, but it was a perfect marriage of physical cables and tech innovation.

  I was promised the new service would be up and running within an hour, and this sounded great to me. I was very impressed by the customer service and the price sounded right. I had been granted access to the basic bank information as I would often need it when doing chores and such like.

  Of course, the real money I had no access to, a sissy like me couldn’t be trusted with alpha responsibilities like that!

  But what about my podcast?

  Or general surfing in the meantime?

  Well that was easy, I’d simply use my data, of which I had unlimited levels thanks to the plan that I had
been put on.

  I listened in the end to a movie podcast that I really enjoyed. I figured I would use it as inspiration for choosing a sleepover movie playlist, having been instructed by Jennifer to have some viewing entertainment in place.

  The podcast was kind of highbrow discussion of pop culture movies, in the main, and I enjoyed the detail with which the presenters went into describing the movies that they would be discussing that episode. There was always a theme to each episode and I liked the vibe of the show.

  Maybe it was in the top five of my favourite podcasts, possibly even the top three.

  Towards the end of the podcast I found that I had completed almost all of the cleaning work. Now was the time to check the fridge for snacks, and also the large walk in food pantry.

  Oh yes, there were a nice selection of chips and dips on offer, plus some fine dark chocolate, and of course, how could a movie night sleepover be without… popcorn!

  Yes, before you wonder, we had sweet, salty, and a sweet salty hybrid mix all in stock, just to cover all tastes and tongues.

  Me?

  I liked the salty flavour popcorn.

  Make of that what you will!

  Standing in the pantry, which was probably bigger than the studio apartment I would have been able to afford if I lived in a big city like New York, I felt a sense of gratitude to Madame Annabelle for taking me under her wing and allowing me to live so well.

  This beach house really was spectacular, and so elegantly designed and maintained.

  Even if it wasn’t the threat of butt-plug spanking humiliation, I would want to keep it as tidy as possible, I thought.

  So now it was time to get the movie playlist selected.

  I wanted to offer a broad choice that was still within the parameters of what had been requested. I was thinking mainly classics 80s and 90s films that offered a good balance of auteur vision, camp humour, period style, and high entertainment factor.