by Tina Majors
So I opened the door.
Jen and Stella stood in front of me, as magnificent as ever.
As was their standard, they were made up to perfection, two goddesses ready to impose their will on their pathetic little subject. I, as was specified in their instruction email, curtseyed for them, making sure to maintain eye contact the whole time.
This seemed to please them, they looked at each other and nodded.
“Well,” Jen said, “That was a decent curtsey. You must have been practicing and for that I congratulate you. But I do wonder why you aren’t wearing your high heels?”
Jen suddenly looked furious.
As did Stella, who put her hands on her not insignificant hips, emphasising her small waist and magnificent hips.
“I-I-I-I-“ I tried to come up with a reason, but in my rush I had simply forgot. “I’m sorry, please-“
“Don’t bother with excuses sissy, run and get them and we’ll have a think about what to do with you. Go, on, run!” Stella bellowed.
I ran into my bedroom and quickly put my shoes on, a pair of sleek black heels that I was still wobbly on. I attempted to run back in to the living area but my unsteadiness in the heels told and I tripped over my own feet and fell on to the carpet in front of the sofa where my two dominas had seated themselves.
“Oh, hahaha, what a ridiculous sight!” Jen said. “Look, Stella, our little dicked pet has fallen over, because he hasn’t learned how to walk like a sissy boi yet!”
“Well, at least this gives us a chance to see his bottom presented fully to us, ready for punishment presumably?” Jen responded with a chuckle.
“Right, get up and over our laps,” Stella said.
I raised myself up and climbed across their laps.
I could feel the soft sensation of their expensive tights against my bare legs and pantied crotch.
Jen explained that I would be getting the full fifty spanks now, and that I was to say thank you after each one. She said that as I was being spanked it would also be a good idea for me to be preparing myself for the little show I had been instructed to prepare for them, as failure to satisfy them on this would only lead to more spanks, more pain, more humiliation.
“Right, here we go,” Jen said, bringing her hand down on my left cheek. “I am going to start as I mean to go along,” she added.
And she was right.
The next forty nine spanks were hard, relentless, and by the end I was really hurting and utterly humiliated.
After the final spank, the two women rolled me off their laps and back on to the carpet. I was on my back, looking up their legs and to their grinning faces. They looked like they had a mixture of total contempt, loving authority, and playful wickedness to them that conjured fear, excitement, and total devotion in me.
“Oh look, his little willy has come out!” Laughed Jen. “For God’s sake, wimp, put it back in your knickers and make yourself presentable before you get on your feet and begin your show for us.”
I tucked my stiff cock back inside the thong and got to my feet.
Now it was time for my performance as commanded by Jen and Stella.
They had told me that in keeping with my slutty stripper attire I would be required to perform a sexy dance for them. I knew this would be completely humiliating, and utterly ridiculous a spectacle, but it was what they asked, and I had no choice but to obey.
I walked over to my sound system and selected the music, a slow jam pop RnB track, and to howls of laughter began to move and grind.
I slowly began to get into the groove and used some of the moves I had practiced, such as squatting up and down, shaking my sissy ass as much as I could, squeezing my nipple tassels and pulling on them.
Jen and Stella were laughing the whole time, I was horrified as I saw both of them holding up their cameras to record the action.
“Twerk for us, slut!” Stella called out.
“Yeah, get down and pop that booty, make those sissy boi cheeks clap in time with the music,” Jenifer added, absolutely revelling in it.
I got down on all fours and began my attempt at twerking.
I felt like an absolute slut, just like a stripper or pole dancer trying to grind her living.
I was no better than the women I ogled over in hip hop videos, just a peace of meat to be used by others.
Jenifer abruptly told me she’d seen enough and told me to stand up and face her and Stella.
“Ooooh, look, I think he enjoyed that,” Jen said, pointing her immaculately manicured finger at my dick, which had managed to pop out yet again. “Tell me sissy, do you enjoy acting like a twerk slut?”
“Yes,” I said, my face reddening in embarrassment despite knowing full well that it was true.
“I suspect that you would actually like to work in a lapdancing club, a sissy boi like you would be in heaven?” Stella said.
“Um,” I replied, worried about where this was going.
“Yes, of course you would,” she continued, “You would like to be a dancer for proper men, wouldn’t you? Big, strong, rich men with proper men’s cocks, nothing like your little clitty. You would like them to manhandle you in the private room wouldn’t you? Pull back your thong and stick notes in it, spread your cheeks and blow on your puckered little hole? Hahahaha, look at you, it’s written all over your face. Are you going to deny it? And don’t you even think about lying…”
I didn’t know what to say.
Every part of me wanted to deny this, but in my heart I knew I couldn’t because it was true.
“No, I won’t deny it,” I said, unable to make eye contact.
Jenifer and Stella began to laugh again.
But this time it was different, they seemed aroused, their hands began to caress the each others legs, up towards their crotches, all over their breasts.
“Well, sissy, we’ve decided that as you have made a decent first effort, despite some mistakes, we are going to offer you a reward,” Jen said. “But only if you manage to please us with one more task.”
“Yes, of course, mistress,” I said.
What followed was they both stripped naked to reveal their incredible bodies.
Toned, muscular, Amazonian, with powerful legs, large buttocks, and brilliantly complimentary and contrasting breasts.
I was in a total daze as they moved towards me and picked me up as if I was as light as a feather.
They carried me in to my bedroom and flopped me down on the bed.
I was totally vulnerable to their power and they knew it as the seductively climbed on to the bed with me.
“Now here’s the deal little slut,” Stella said, her hand pulling on my thong, gradually easing it down and revealing my hard cock and swollen balls. “The deal is,” she continued, “The deal is that you will be allowed to cum for us now, for our entertainment. Does that sound good?”
“Y-y-yes,” I said.
I couldn’t help but take in the curves of their bodies as the perched around me, their hands pulling at my by now exposed nipples, a finger gently pressing against my asshole as another flicked the base of my little cock.
“Okay, you will lie on your back with your legs in the air, your little worm dick pointing directly at your face,” Stella said, a wicked grin across her face. “As we wank your clitty, you will repeat what we say, and when you cum you will enthusiastically accept it in your mouth and over your face, absolutely no avoiding it or trying to move out of the way. Yes?”
“Y—y-yes,” I said, excited, nervous, completely out of control.
And so it began.
“I’m your sissy slut,” Jen said and I repeated back to her.
“I’m a twerk bitch,” Jen said and I repeated back to her.
“I dream of proper men with mega cocks,” Stella said and I repeated back to her.
“I am a sissy fag boy who loves panties and dick,” Stella said and I repeated back to her.
This was getting too much, I couldn’t cope.
To the
squeals and applause of my owners, I shot hot flashes of cum into my mouth and over my face.
Stella pumped me until I was dry, cheering and whooping as the smeared my face with my own cum.
Once she stopped, her and Jen stood up.
“Well, look at the state of you,” She said. “We’re going out for a meal now, but we’ll be back and we fully expect you to be in your next outfit and ready and willing to go with your next task. If you’re lucky we might bring back a big strong guest with us… not that you have a say in the matter, but would you like that?”
I could barely talk, I was spent.
I vaguely nodded my head and felt myself passing out as I watched the two women walk out of the room, their big bottoms wobbling, their powerful shoulders looking resplendent, their long luxurious hair on their backs.
What would the rest of the evening bring?
Well that is another story, one I would love to tell when I can get myself over what happened and fully process exactly what I have become!
One thing is for sure, I know what it is to begin the journey into being a fully-fledged sissy!
FULL TIME SISSY!
Feminization, CFNM Humiliation, SPH, and More…
By
Tina Majors
Perfect10 Books
All rights reserved with the author, Tina Majors (2019-)
CONTENTS
PREVIEW
FULL TIME SISSY!
Now before we hit that filthy, humiliating, frenzy of panty punishment, let’s have a little peak at what’s to come…
“Move those hands now!” Ashely roared. “Do you want me to rip that privacy curtain down do you? Show the entire restaurant what a sissy you are? Maybe I should do just that, and then invite a few of those high-flying alpha men over to sit with us? I’m sure they could put you to good use under the table? Well?”
I was shocked, but not surprised. I knew I had done the wrong thing.
“No, no, please, sorry,” I said, pleading and pathetic.
I immediately lifted my hands up and put them on top of my head (I knew that Ashley liked this, and at this point I was aware I had ground to make up if I wanted to get back in her good books) and as I did I made sure keep my back straight and my legs together to show good presentation.
“Hmmm, better,” Ashely said. “But don’t think that gets you off. How many times have I told you: when you do a panty presentation, you never, ever, cover yourself up. I want you to stand proud as the sissy slut you are. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Miss,” I said.
I knew she was right, of course I did.
But it was the sight of Nicola there, grinning, clearly loving my torment that had made me attempt to hide my knickers.
“Now, it looks like you have something going on in those panties, doesn’t it?” Ashley said. I” want you to explain to Nicola here what is going on, and why, and also what you think should be done about it. Remember, the better you please me with your response, the easier I’ll take it on your bottom when it comes to spanking it later as a result of your earlier indiscretions.”
I knew I had to get this right.
I was already in for a big spanking as the one thing Ashely would not tolerate would be to be embarrassed by me in front of another woman.
I took a deep breath, made sure to make eye contact, and began.
FULL TIME SISSY!
Feminization, CFNM Humiliation, SPH, and More…
By
Tina Majors
Perfect10 Books
All rights reserved with the author, Tina Majors (2019-)
You know that feeling of the everyday commute? How it can be a bit of a drag? I think that is based on the repetition, the same old same old as they say. It goes the same way each day, you get stuck in the same traffic, your train is delayed by approximately the same amount of time, your bus misses the same drop off stops.
Yeah, that’s it.
A routine can be a drag and it can make life a little on the boring side.
This is just the start of the day too, and the likelihood is that the rest of the working day will follow suit too.
Same old work colleagues.
Same old biscuits in the office.
Same old work tasks and long-winded group emails, and, of course…
The same old boss.
Sometimes I wondered what would happen if all of that changed, what it would be like if something radical happened to shake all of that up.
Hey ho, maybe one day, I thought as I parked my car at the petrol station.
Really annoyingly I had failed to refill my tank the last time I was near the garage I normally used so had to go a little out of my way this morning on the way to work to make sure I wasn’t caught short and my automobile had enough in the tank to get me to and from work that day.
In a further annoyance, there was a bit of a queue at the petrol garage so I had to wait a couple of minutes, although it felt longer, in order to actually get to the pump to fill up.
Well, I got there in the end and began to fill the tank.
I took a look at my watch, which incidentally had been seeming to lose a bit of time recently – nothing major, just the odd minute here and there, and it looked like I was going to be arriving at work a little bit later than normal today.
No big dealio, I thought, I was on a flexitime system so in theory I could arrive up to three hours later than normal and still be within core hours.
But there was that email I received on Friday, the one that said there wold be an early morning meeting on the Monday (today).
Nah, I thought, probably just another boring update that would be of little or no interest to me or my work. I continued to fill the car with petrol until I reached the level that I wanted, an amount that would keep my going for a week or maybe a touch longer.
I paid for the petrol and also picked up a couple of chocolate bars for a colleague. I didn’t eat chocolate but in one of those really dull office exchanges people tend to get into out of boredom I had agreed to purchase two chocolate bars, a Mars and a Twix, if my sports team lost against the sports team of my work colleague.
Such trivial matters.
Kinda refers back to what I was saying earlier about the boredom and monotony of work doesn’t it?
Well I paid for my petrol and chocolate bars with contactless payment and walked out of the garage shop and back out on to the forecourt and then into my car.
I got into my car and turned on the radio, put on my seatbelt, and pulled away.
As I turned out from the garage and out on to the road, I thought about the usual things: sports, music, a bit of current affairs, what I would be eating for lunch and later dinner that day. I pondered whether I would go to the gym after work, or maybe make use of the gym at work which I paid a small stipend for, one so cheap it was worth keeping on just for the odd occasion I would make use of it.
Funny how the mind wanders, isn’t it?
I had suffered a couple of injuries recently so had decreased my workload in general and put on a couple of pounds, nothing major but a little noticeable when I didn’t have any clothes on or was wearing tight items. I had also found that my stamina had dropped a little, which is never good.
You just don’t know when you’ll need to be in the best condition, when that stamina will really come in useful.
It’s always when you just don’t expect it.
Anyway, I had been pondering about whether it was time to gradually increase my workload again and get back into tip top condition. The traffic got a little heavier and I found my car coming to a standstill one and off for a few moments.
I got bored of the current affairs show on the radio, too much spouting off and not enough rational analysis for my personal preference. We really were moving into an age of who can shout the loudest, I mused.
In reality perhaps it had always been this way though?
Anyway, I didn’t want to get too bogged down so early in the morning w
hen I had a full day of work ahead of me so I turned over to a station that played contemporary pop and EDM (electronic dance music) and listened to a few songs on there as the traffic slowly moved forward, the odd tooting horn signifying impatience at the slow progress.
This was getting ridiculous now.
Not only was there an unnaturally high amount of traffic for this specific road at this time of day, but there also appeared to be a lane closure for roadworks.
Roadworks!
During the day!
I simply could not believe it, I was absolutely fuming and raging. I mean, sure I could accept a traffic build up if there had been an accident of some kind, I mean that happens and touch wood it never happens to you or any one of your most cherished loved ones or friends. But roadworks in the day time is just ridiculous.
I was so angry, I could feel my blood boiling.
Sitting there in my car, I felt conscious of how much of a waste of time this was.
What an absolute disaster.
I felt a temptation to dig into the snack I had bought but thought better of it, I would only regret it when I got the associated sugar crash that comes with such products. I placed my hand on my forehead and wiped away a little bit of sweat.
This was not ideal to say the least.
I tried opening my window but there was a lot of roadwork noise and a little bit of smoke blowing down the road so decided to keep it shut and amp up the air conditioning system.
Luckily to save my temper from rising any further I took the standstill as a chance to upload and play a podcast that I had been enjoying recently. This was a small crumb of comfort from this situation. I may be getting progressively later, but at least I could listen to something interesting.
The traffic cleared up and as I proceeded on the road out of the city and on to the motorway that lead me towards my workplace on an out of town office complex, you know the kind – generic, early 2000s new build, bit of token greenery here and there, I put my foot down on the accelerator a little but also made sure to stay within the varying speed limits that came into play at various points of the journey.