by Tina Majors
Twenty! And it wouldn’t accept any more until some of the ones already there were cleared.
A truly bizarre set of circumstances to comprehend today of course by that was the reality back then. I also remembered the arrival of the mobile game Snake 2 and how revolutionary that seemed but of course today it is possible to download what essentially amount to console standard ports of games such as the Grand Theft Auto series to name but one.
Anyway.
I chose a handset and walked up to the till to make my payment.
I’d gone for the pay as you go option as I felt it was important to keep this phone largely off the record where possible, for obvious reasons.
I made my payment and deflected, politely of course, any talk of add-ons or the totally unnecessary insurance packages on offer.
The truth is, up-selling really gets on my nerves and I’ve developed a technique that allows me to halt it in its tracks almost every single time it is employed by some hopeful sales representative.
What you do is smile and say no thank you very much.
Sounds simple right?
Well, it is.
All you need is confidence and people will generally listen and do as you say. And this made me think about how much confidence my new boss must have, given the kind of things she was getting me to do on a regular basis.
I guess you could say I was happy with the speed that I got in and out of the mobile phone shop, plus also I was happy to have made a trouble free purchase that didn’t involve too many questions about why I wanted the handset and so on.
I was good at shutting down general chit chat in situations like this I found and to be honest in shops like that, the only reason they, the sales people, want to do the chat is in order to build empathy with a potential customer so that said customer makes a purchase, parts with their hard earned cash, and helps meet the sales representative’s sales targets for that fiscal period.
As I sat in my car I placed the new phone on the passenger seat and opened the glove compartment (and why are they called glove compartments anyway? Who on earth keeps their gloves in there?) to take out the Sat Nav and place it on the dashboard.
I knew where I was going, but also preferred the safety of the Sat Nav so that I had that fallback option in case I took a wrong turn or was diverted by road traffic work that led to a closed road or a diverted route sign.
I turned the engine on and felt a sense of dread as it made that weird coughing and wheezing noise that signifies something is wrong and the car may be broken.
I stopped trying to force it and waited for a minute – a great piece of advice from my old uncle, a mechanic by trade who later became a rather successful painter and sculpture working in wrought iron and concrete composite pieces – then I tried again and phew, the engine started normally and I was ready to drive away, get back, and set the phone up ready to go and follow my instructions as and when they came in.
Of course, I also had a rather important – understatement! – appointment coming up that I could not even contemplate being late for fear of the consequences.
**
The message had come through from Ashley, as expected.
The text told me that I was to arrive at the restaurant at 1pm prompt, and not a moment later.
There were no further instructions so my focus was on making sure I got there on time.
I parked the car and walked into the restaurant foyer. It was an expensive place by the looks of it, a high-end clientele definitely. I walked up to the maître dee and said that I had a table booked under the name of Ashley Green.
The woman looked back at me and smiled.
She couldn’t possibly know could she?
Well, anyway, I walked alongside her to the table in the corner where Ashley was sitting.
“Have fun,” the woman said with a knowing wink as she walked away.
I felt my face go bright red with total embarrassment.
“Oh calm down, I’m well known here,” Ashley said. “Aren’t you going to compliment me on my appearance you rude little boy?”
“I’m sorry mistress, you look incredible,” I said.
And she certainly did.
She was wearing a white blazer, tight black top underneath, and a pair of pure white suit trousers that were essentially skin tight and amplified her incredible curves to the maximum. I could feel the all too familiar twinge in my trousers as my cock began to get hard.
“Now, sit down next to me,” Ashely said, firm, but friendly. “Oh, have you got a nice pair of panties on for me today?”
“Yes, Miss Ashely, I hope so,” I said.
I had spent some time that morning choosing which panties to put on.
The previous day I had made a selection that Ashley had not approved of (she said my plain white thong wasn’t cut high enough on the hips and promptly made me remove them, stuff them in my mouth, and take an extended spanking – all of which was witnessed via Skype by Ashley’s colleagues in the German branch of the office! Perhaps a story I can expand on another time, it certainly deserves a full airing) and I did not want to disappoint again.
My choice had been a pink thong with a tiny front and non-existent back attached by the thinnest string imaginable. It certainly made me look like the sissy I knew I was.
:Well, we all know that you can’t be relied upon to get that right, not after yesterday,” She said. “Well, I’m going to have to see them.”
Ashley signalled for Nicola, the maître dee to come over.
I couldn’t believe it, did she expect me to strip in front of the whole restaurant?
Well, the answer was kind of, yes.
Nicola pulled a privacy curtain around our table, which it turns out was the VIP table and had the facility to have the privacy guard.
“Will that be all?” Nicola asked.
“Well, you could stay and help my with my judgement of this little boy of mine,” Ashley said, not really asking.
“Oooh, I’d love to,” Nicola said. “It would be an honour.”
Nicola was a gorgeous woman, probably in her early twenties. She was tall and had an athletic, but not skinny, body. She had a bottom that looked as if she knew her way around a squat and prominent, pointed nipples that pushed through her restaurant blouse.
In other words, a total babe who wouldn’t look twice at a beta sissy.
“Well boy,” Ashely said, “Get your clothes off, all of them apart from your knickers. This better be good.”
I was so humiliated, I’d only just gotten some way used to exposing myself in front of Ashley, but in front of another person was something else entirely. As I got down to my panties, I slipped back in to old habits and instinctively covered myself.
“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 i
t?” 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.
“Nicola,” I said, “I have a boner because it turns me on to wear ladies’ panties. The feel of them and the tight cut sends me wild every time, even thinking about it. Ashley is not only my manager at work, but she is my Mistress. She has very generously decided that I will be her panty boy because she knows that I have a knicker fetish that needs to be both controlled and encouraged, and sometimes punished and humiliated for. Before I met Ashely, I thought I was a regular guy with a small dick, now I know that I am a sissy slut with a sissy clitty. I am a beta boy whose purpose is to serve powerful women and be at Ashley’s beck and call. Today I have worn this pink thong because I wanted to show Ashley how horny a slut boi I am. In answer to Ashley’s final point, I believe I should get up on this table and table dance in my thong for your amusement. If you wish, you could spank my bottom, pull my nipples, and do anything you want if it please you.”
It was hard to say this at first, but after a while the words had just spilled out. I could tell that Nicola approved. I only hoped Mistress Ashely did.
I stopped talking and looked over hopefully to Ashley.
“Well, not bad,” She said. “I must say, Nicola, he seems quite taken by you. Look at that, his pathetic little bulge has flopped out of his panties. Hahaha, what a sad sight. Not a real man in any way, shape, or form is he?”
“I’ve seen bigger, meatier pieces of spaghetti in the kitchen!” Nicola laughed.
Nicola stood up and leant over towards my cock.
I could feel it twitching away, hopelessly excited.
Nicola gave it a few rapid-fire slaps and laughed as it bounced up and down, freeing itself further from the front of the thong.
“I’ve got an idea, Ash,” Nicola said. “Give me a minute if you will”
Nicola walked out of the curtain area and arrived back a couple of minutes later with a plate of whipped cream.
“What I would love would be if he could get on his knees and eat this cream out of our booties?” Nicola said.
“Sounds like a plan,” Ashley said, a wicked grin across her face.
What followed was an incredible sight.
Both Ashely and Nicola removed their trousers and their panties and applied the cream inside each other’s ass cheeks. They turned around and commanded me to lick them to absolute perfection.
I did exactly as they said, the whole time struggling to retain my composure as they pressed their incredible asses into my face and called me all manner of names as they did.
Sissy.
Beta wimp.
Cuck.
Tiny dicked maggot.
All the classics, perfectly designed to humiliate and degrade me, remind me of my place as I licked and sucked deep in their ass-cheeks and holes.
“Right, enough is enough, this little cock slut is enjoying this too much, Ashely suddenly declared.
“You think he needs to be put back in his place?” Nicola asked. “Because if you do, I know just how.”
Ashely nodded and Nicola got up and stuck her head out of the side of the curtain. I could hear her talking to someone but couldn’t make out the words. Moments later a large black man, dressed impeccably in a tailored suit that left little to the imagination entered the VIP area.
“Excellent, absolutely excellent, Nicola,” Ashely said. “Now, I’ll take it from here. Sissy, I want you to give this fine gentleman your very best lap dance. Now!”
I had no option but to obey.
I felt incredibly nervous, I was trying not to shake. I approached the man and with all my courage I took his large hand in my sissy hand and looked him in the eye.
“Sir, if you will take a seat,” I said.
The large man smiled and sat down in between Nicola and Ashley, both of whom were clearly impressed by this absolute specimen of alpha male superiority.
As Nicola pressed play on the VIP sound-system I began to gyrate and twist and turn on this man’s lap.
I was utterly humiliated, and I knew I was entering a new phase in my sissy journey.
I could feel the bulge in his crotch get bigger and bigger.
It felt like a giant snake down there compared to my maggot – well, there was no comparison was there?
Clearly excited, the man began to grab my thighs and use his massive physical strength to work me over his groin. We began to move and thrust in unison with each other, his power and my femininity at one. My mind went blank and all I could do was work and be worked by this total God.
Then as I reached a crescendo, I felt his dick thrust and he let out a quiet, but masculine, groan.
With that, the man got up, left his card for Ashely, and left the VIP area.
“Well done, well done indeed,” Ashely said. “What do you think, Nicola?”
“I agree, this little slut has proven herself here,” Nicola replied.
I was in total shock.
What had I just done?
I was no better than a slutty lap-dancer, in not so many words I had made a man cum!
I had used my sissy boy physique and satisfied a big strong black alpha male. I imagined that the big African god would be reporting back to his friends about the little white sissy wimp he had just used for his pleasure and I felt panicked – yet erotically overcome – by the thought that they might all charge in, ready for their turn. I wasn’t sure if I would be able to cope with any more, this had been an unprecedented step forward in my sissy development.
I suddenly felt very unsteady on my feet.
“Well, Nic, how about you treat the little sissy wimp to a release?” Ashley said. “Go on, bounce that bubble butt on his dick until he cums. Don’t worry, it should only take a minute – if that!”
Nic got on top of my dick and slid her bottom up and down my shaft.
Within seconds, the feel of her smooth powerful ass – not to mention the sight of it – had me spurting a sticky mess.
The two women laughed uproariously as Nicola made a display of her disgust at my sissy juice.
“Now, time for your starter,” Ashely said, as both her and Nicola scooped up my cum and fed it to me. This had been quite the eye-opening experience for me, and I had a feeling things would only get crazier from here.
**
Funny how when you really want to get to sleep but just can’t.
It’s certainly annoying if you have a big meeting the next day, the kind of meeting that you know you need to nail so that you get the big bonus come the half year review.
The amount of time I’ve spent tossing and turning over the years in this exact situation. First you flip the pillows countless times from side to side. Sometimes you want it cold, then it’s too cold and you want it hot.
Life, eh?
What to do?
Ever tried counting sheep?
I for one can testify to the highest power that it does not work. My personal best must be well in excess of hundred and fifty sheep flying over that brown wooden fence in my imagination – heck, I’ve even tried switching the sheep up to all manner of flying objects, some of them shall we say it’s no surprise that it didn’t work to get me to sleep.
Change of tack?
Ever counted out a hundred flying strapons?
Well you can imagine the last thing I did was sleep after that. Fact is, when your body and mind does not want to go to sleep it won’t.
End of.
Well anyway, back to the point, here I was lying in bed totally unable to get to sleep.
I was trying my best to not think about what had happened today, as I knew full well that would lead to me breaking one of the key rules that had been set for my new life. And I knew full well that Mistress Ashely would know if I had broken one of her rules.
Unless of course I could manage to lie convincingly, really believe the lie and then project that truth on to her?
I could sense it, it was pointless resisting.
Thoughts from the day came back in to my head, flying around and driving me crazy.
Who was I kidding, I couldn’t resist…
Thoughts of being humiliated by the incredible women in the restaurant, the large alpha male pumping his hard cock as I lap-danced for him.
Jerking off was over in a matter of seconds, my hot cum exploding onto my chest.
Of course, I drifted off to sleep happy.
Was this the definitive sign that it was really a sissy life for me from now on?
**
I parked the car, turned the engine off and took a moment to think.
Here I was, sitting in a supermarket carpark just like the hundreds of other consumers here ready to buy items for what could only be seen as a pretty normal big weekend shop.
There was of course a difference, as amongst the regular groceries that I had been instructed to purchase, you know the standard roll call of baguette, cherry plum tomatoes, bag of fresh rocket salad, and block of cheese for a Saturday brunch situation, there was the small matter of the final item on the list, listed simply as: pretty pair of frilly panties.
The sissy life.
Even sissies get to shop for themselves sometimes!
Now, of course it could be the case that I was buying these for a wife or girlfriend and the embarrassment would only be minor if anyone saw me.
However it was clear from the asterisk on the instructions that this would not be possible to pull off if I stuck to the rules. Now what this asterisk, an innocuous mark on the side of the listing of panties to purchase, stated was as follows.
You will take this shopping list to the nearest shop worker and you will read the following out loud to that person: