by Tina Majors
“Well,” Stella continued, “Seeing as you’re not going to even attempt and even vaguely deny it, we’ll assume that we saw exactly what we thought we saw. Well, what we’ve decided is that we would both very much enjoy spending some quality time with you, that you would fit our very specific requirements to an absolute tee. Am I right or am I right, Jen?”
I felt Stella press her hand on my crotch and firmly squeeze my throbbing cock.
I was worried that I might actually cum right there and then, her powerful thigh pressing right against my significantly weedier leg.
“Yes,” Stella purred, “It seems as if this little sissy would be quite amenable to our plan. Ooooh, ooooh, I’d better stop touching him or he might have an embarrassing little spurt and make a sissy mess.”
And with that, Stella slapped my crotch and squeezed my nipple roughly over my t-shirt. I was humiliated as I let out a whimper, in pain but conscious to at least try not to draw any attention towards us from the other people at other tables.
“Okay,” Jen said, “We need to give this little pervert a quick introduction to what we will be doing with, or should that be to, him. To begin with, you need to know that as you have been exposed as a sissy bitch, and don’t worry – we have photographic evidence, you will be treated exactly as one. It is what you desire isn’t it, deep down? Don’t leave me waiting for a response now…”
Oh God.
What the hell-
What was I meant to-
I couldn’t possibly… could I…
I didn’t know what to say, I was confused.
I mean, sure, it was true, I did have these fantasises, but now it was happening to me in real life, I wasn’t sure if I wanted it. In the end, I just blurted out a yes and dropped my head in shame.
“Good,” Jen continued, “Now that we have officially established that, I am going to ask you another question. Are you wearing some panties today? Come on, don’t keep us waiting you little worm.”
“Y-y-y—yes,” I stuttered.
“Ha, brilliant, and of course I thought so,” Jessica said. “Now, describe them to us. And look us directly in our eyes as you do, no more of this head down mumbling from this point onwards, or there will be big trouble.”
I described the panties as well as I could, and in as much detail as I could – I got the distinct impression that these women were not to be messed with.
“They are high cut, riding up on the hip,” I said, “White with red hearts, thong at the back, fresh on today, very small all over.”
As I was talking, I felt my dick bounce and twitch inside the panties.
It almost felt like a relief to describe them out loud, to two of the exact kind of woman I had always fantasised about discovering my secret.
As I spoke, I could see their eyes light up as they exchanged glances of recognition with each other.
It looked like I was pleasing them.
But what did that mean for me going forwards?
“Well well well,” Stella said, “We really do have a thoroughly slutty little sissy boi here don’t we? And I can confirm that he’s got a little sissy dick to match, too.”
Stella and Jen began laughing.
Wicked, dominant, mocking laughter.
I didn’t know how to respond, I felt totally undermined, humiliated, but at the same time absolutely turned on by these women who had suddenly appeared in my life.
“Is that right, do you have a little sissy worm cocklet?” Jen asked me. “And is it stiff right now? I want you to describe, if so, exactly why. No detail spared. Come on, get talking or I’ll have you over my knee right here and now with your trousers round your ankles, those panties down by your thighs, and that bottom presented nude for a full on spanking, but not before I spread your cheeks and stick a bloody carrot in your little hole. Let me guess, you’d enjoy that, the public punishment, the vulgar exposure of your arsehole, but I’m not sure you’d be quite so keen on fifty spanks that would bring you to tears. Anyway, plenty of time for all that, so get talking!”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
Totally shocked and stunned by her outburst, I began to talk in sheer panic, my defences totally down.
“Yes, yes, I do have a little sissy worm dick, Jen,” I said. “It is very small and could never satisfy two brilliant, spectacular, intelligent women like you, never ever…ever. It is very hard now, it has been since the second you both came over to talk to me. You both have incredible bodies, beautiful faces, the kind of women I fantasise about every night. And I don’t just mean I fantasise about seeing you naked and having sex with, I mean I fantasise about powerful, strong women like you discovering my secret sissy panty desires and exposing and humiliating me about it for your pleasure, the more humiliation that comes my way the better…”
I couldn’t believe what I was saying.
I thought this would be enough, that this level of personal confession would satisfy them, but Stella had other ideas.
“Okay, wimp, tell us more,” Stella said, “First thing that comes to your mind. Literally the first thing and go from there. The more humiliating the better!”
“Y-y-yes, I’ll try,” I spluttered. “I would very much deserve the spanking that Jen described. I think that all sissies should know their place and be ready for a punishment any time or place that their superiors decide. When I play with myself I often imagine that I am being spanked in a public place and forced to stand on display after the spanking to show my sore bottom. Sometimes my panties will be round my ankles, and sometimes I will have been made to wear them on my head or hang them off my hard little cock.”
“Oh wow, we’ve really struck gold here, Stella,” Jen said, laughing. “Go on, give him another grab down there, and tell him all about how sad and small his hard on is, Jen.”
And with that, Jen grabbed my dick again, but this time she stuffed her hand inside my trousers, wrapped her fingers around my cock and began pulsing her fist over my boner.
I knew this would only end one way.
“Haha!” Jen laughed, “His smooth little cocklet really is happy now. It seems like it likes getting insulted? Well how about I say this for the record: this is the stupidest, most worthless dick I have ever had the, um, pleasure, of wanking. I mean, it’s debatable whether this is even a dick at all. Are you sure it’s not just a big clit? This could never satisfy a woman, ever. We’ll have to put your tongue to use if we want any kind of satisfaction from you my boy. Yes, that’s right, we will be using you for our pleasure too, and you’d better perform to our expectations or there will be plenty more of those spankings that we’ve been talking about. Sissy. Wimp. Cuck. No dicked loser. Are you going to make a mess in your girlie thong, you little slut? Oooooooooh, hahahahahhahaa, we’ll you’ll never guess what is happening Stella? Gross! It doesn’t even feel like real man’s seed, it’s definitely a sissy splurge.”
I groaned.
I bucked my hips, squirming on the seat as I did.
I just wasn’t able to control myself, my little dick was pumping out hot cum into my panties and into my new mistress’s hand.
I tried to stop myself, but my entire body began to move to her rhythm as my dick emptied itself. I had to support myself from collapsing on to the table such was the rush of semen and sexual excitement.
The women laughed and gave each other knowing looks.
Jen removed her hand from my panties and pushed her fingers into my mouth.
“Lick it all up, clean your sissy juice off my fingers, boy,” She said.
Stella stood up and Jen followed suit.
“Here is my number, I expect a call very soon,” Stella said, placing a card down on the table.
Exhausted, utterly degraded, I knew that I would be following her order and forwarding my details to her just as soon as I regained any kind of composure.
I watched as the two women, my new owners, walked out of the café.
What on earth had I let myself in for?
I would soon find out.
**
We have all been there.
You call up your energy provider, gas or electricity or water, and straight away you’re put on the hold line with some God awful hold music blaring into your ear. What makes the music worse, or should that be musak (and no disrespect to the admirable high end musak you get in the elevators and lifts at nice international hotels), is that there is more often than not a terrible addition of a hellish crackling sound being sent down the line to you.
Well guess what?
This is exactly what I was faced with as my gas supplier put me on hold.
I had to go to the step of reducing the volume on my mobile handset to stop what would be the inevitable onset of a headache from the crackled, mangled, overly loud karaoke version of some Backstreet Boys hit (probably a cover in itself) from the mid to late 90s.
Well, as they do, the message that periodically interrupted the droning music assured me that I was a valued customer and my call would be handled as soon as was possible.
I won’t even get started on the addition to that message that suggested I could always call back later when it wasn’t so busy. Well you have to get up earlier in the day to fool me. Those lines are never quieter, they’re always busy to the max.
Anyway, as I held on the line listening to track play into track into track and back again in some nightmarish loop of anti-music, quite an horrific soundscape that wouldn’t be out of place in a piece of audio visual art at a contemporary art gallery space, I began to wonder about what had happened and what would be the outcome of the events I had experienced.
Before I had a chance to really get into it in my head, the musak stopped and a very nice man answered and told me he was ready to take my call.
Yes, I was happy to have my query dealt with, but I knew exactly what I’d be thinking of once the call was over.
The bloody gas phonecall out of the way I looked at my to-do list.
I knew I’d made it up so as to keep my mind off things, but I was beginning to regret that now.
Ever tried to make an appointment with your broadband provider and it’s just not working out? You know what I mean right, they give you the nearest available dates but they are no good for your schedule, then you say when is good for you but that doesn’t work for your service provider.
Following this, and about fifteen exasperating minutes into your phone call, you find a date that works for both and it’s so far in the future even the Doc and Marty McFly haven’t been there.
Well, I am sure that joking aside with references to classic films, you can understand how frustrating it was for me when my broadband went down for the umpteenth time in the space of a month and I called the service provider so called customer services line in order to arrange an engineer and make my complaints heard.
My plan was to begin talking about leaving my contract due to their failure to provide the service I was paying for at some cost each calendar month. Well, that would have been my plan if I hadn’t had the will to live sucked out of me by being kept on hold forty nine minutes and thirty eight seconds to be exact.
You may have thought this would have made me furious, even more super charged to get my point across.
But in reality, in the actual moment, all it did was serve to tire me out and make me happy with any positive answer I received.
Was this their plan all along?
Maybe that’s a conspiracy theory for another day, but it does make you wonder does it not?
Anyway, I knew I had to get the internet back to make the purchases that I required in my situation, so when they said it was a simple problem I could fix myself by jangling the wire in the hub, I guess I just accepted that on face value and was pleased to end the call.
My temper nearly went into orbit when they asked me to answer a short customer service survey after the end of the call. I was so angry as I answered each of the fifty questions, but at least I was going to be entered into a prize draw to win a pair of cordless ear-pods, I thought.
You don’t win the raffle unless you buy a ticket as they say.
Anyway, I digress, the internet got sorted and I was able to get online and begin my required shopping.
I decided to stick a podcast on while I shopped.
Nothing too heavy going, but a comedy podcast by a comedian who I had followed on and off since the 1990s. I found he had a good selection of guests on his show, and he talked to them in a calm and friendly way, often cracking wise and making jokes but actually getting into some pretty deep conversations at times.
And one thing that also impressed me was the level or calibre of guest he managed to get on. I mean, he wasn’t exactly famous, but I think he was well connected via friends who had gone on to have big success in major projects for film and tv, the up shot being that the comedian had ended up having access to the friends of his friends (as they say, it’s not what you know but who you know!).
Anyway, I put the podcast on and listened to him talk to a documentary maker. It was a good chat, I kind of tuned in and out and managed to catch some nice moments between the two that revolved around approaches to film making, directors that they mutually admired, anecdotes that centred on friends they had in common, a little bit about new diets they were both on, and of course a lot of throwaway irreverence – some people really don’t like wacky irreverence, but I certainly see a merit in it, maybe it’s just not for everyone?
They had in fact known each other since school and you could tell because the documentary maker showed a different side to himself, a lot funnier, sort of goofy in-jokes, and even a bit snarky at times – which was odd to hear from such an impartial person.
Anyway, it was all background to the main event, my shopping, which itself was essential for my next meeting.
I had made my purchases with my now working internet. I say working, but it was still slow – far slower than the promised level – and I had several problems at the payment screens for each sit.
What’s worse than when you make a purchase, click to confirm, and then the screen freezes or even worse begins to load and then goes blank.
What do you do in these situations?
Has the purchase gone through?
Do you need to click refresh again?
What happens if in your enthusiasm you end up making a double order? Sure, you would get a refund but all the hassle is just added stress that can be done without if truth be told.
Anyway, my internet speed was slow, which was frustrating given it meant that watching video clips and movies was an almost impossible task, certainly with high quality HD resolution.
You can imagine the frustration.
But maybe this was a good thing, as I did have certain instructions I was supposed to adhere to.
So I settled on downloading a movie from a content provider, it would take a while but it was a mainstream comedy I had been wanting to view for some time so I could wait. And this way I would be guaranteed the top level resolution even if it did mean a long wait.
I clicked download and then stood up and walked into my kitchen.
Once in the kitchen, I poured myself a glass of cold fruit juice, not from concentrate. I never got why people would even consider purchasing the juice that was made from concentrate.
Sure, it was a little cheaper perhaps but the flavour was not comparable and the health benefits nowhere near equal. Well, I sipped on my drink and felt an energy boost. I then sipped on the drink a bit more until it was finished; not only was this not from concentrate, it was in actual fact a top end brand that I would often buy if I felt like treating myself.
You could really taste the difference, it was magnificent.
I guess you could say I believed in treating myself, allowing myself to be under the influence of a luxurious, powerful, high end taste. The irony, or should that be comparison, given my current situation was not lost on me, you can believe me on that.
**
&nbs
p; I had somehow drifted off to sleep, but woke suddenly when I heard my apartment buzzer make its long zing zaaaang noise.
Oh no, oh no!
It was them, Stella and Jen had arrived and the apartment was a mess, I wasn’t ready!
I answered the buzzer and buzzed them in to the apartment block.
They would be up on my floor outside my door in maybe three minutes, possibly five at an absolute stretch.
Maybe I was paranoid, but it was as if they sensed that something was up. I had to move fast. As quickly as I could, I bunged all the washing into the dryer, rearranged the cushions, and then began to dress myself as instructed.
I stripped naked and stole a quick glance of myself in the floor length mirror.
As instructed by them via email instruction, I had shaved my pubic hair into one of the given options. I had been given the choice of:
Totally nude.
Heart shaped.
Landing strip.
I had gone for the landing strip as, truth be told, it was the style that turned me on the most. My dick was beginning to harden as I looked at myself in the mirror, a sissy boy excited for his mistresses to arrive and get stuck in to him over the course of an evening, purely for their pleasure and my degradation.
I put on my uniform for the evening.
It consisted of a shiny, ultra high cut black thong, black nipple tassels and… well, that was it! Jen and Stella had decided that for this evening they wanted me in the most revealing, skimpiest, most slutty state possible.
Now fully dressed, my hard on positively pulsing inside the panties, aching to spring out, I waited for the knock on the door that would truly bring the evening into action.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
Here we go, I thought.
It didn’t even cross my mind to cancel.
Logically I knew I could back out at any time I wanted, but the truth was that I wanted this, I deserved this, and I was ready to accept whatever was coming my way.