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How I turned or rather, how I was turned into a cocksucking pussy, well, it's a complicated story. Already as a boy, just past puberty, I felt inside me the desire to rub myself against someone's hard cock, to kiss with my tongue some of my high school professors or to finger my asshole while I was in the bathroom pissing, strictly from a seated position.
I had already figured it out that I liked cocks, not males, but cocks of all sizes that hung between their legs, I had figured it out by watching porn movies on the internet, drooling and jerking off staring at the monstrous birds that smashed through some porn star's tight pussy. I loved the black members turgidising in the mouths of blonde sluts, I already loved the submission movies of boys to masters and mistresses, the hypnotic videos for sissies like me, melting your brain and will.
Now I'm 19, just turned 19, I'm quite tall and thin, white, pale and ephibic, no hair, hairless completely except for a little tuft above my dick. I'm a light blond, a little dull and sloppy, slouching when I walk, but with a protruding, firm ass that I often gently caress when I'm alone. My name is Marco and this is the story of my meeting and training with Paolo, my master.
The most difficult thing was the first contact, because a real encounter with a man, an alpha male (is that how they say it?) was the most crucial part of the beginning of the submission of the sissy in me. The rest then comes easy and natural to the slut, I always fantasized about being forced to submit to someone. I like risks and was completely aware that it was a slippery slope. I always wanted and felt that I deserved to lose my identity as a man and serve real males. More than anything else in the world. Any kind of resistance, the fear I felt, was just an important and exciting part of my fantasy, fags like me have a desire to be liberated from their choice, they want someone to choose for them and lead them toward acceptance of their gayness. The younger and unmarried they are, the more desirable they are to the serial predators on the web and in reality.
I met Paul online, when I had finally found the courage to answer an ad in which, with a few lines, my future master was looking for a little whore to submit. I sawed myself until I was completely emptied of cum and will, I had slabbrato my hole with all sorts of objects, from the handle of a frying pan to a cucumber, from the bottle of conditioner to the black vibrator that my sister kept hidden in the bottom of the closet in her room.
It all started by writing to each other via e-mail, Paul began to degrade and humiliate me, first subtly and then more and more explicitly; he taunted me about my little cock, he called it the little whore's clitoris, he showed me his big and long member in the video chats that we had started to do right after the first contact. He would tell me that he would put me on a leash and fuck me like a real female in heat. Pussies like to hear confirmation that they are not real men. He called me Marco, Marchetta, told me that my name was already the destiny of my life, that I had a feminine ass and a little sissy clit.
Then one day he started calling me Samantha, with an "h", like a real slut he said, and when I addressed him I always had to call him Lord, Master, ... and if I didn't he promised to punish me, to spank me. He always kept me under pressure, excited, euphoric for his attention; as a real sissy I enjoyed his attention, the attention of a real man who took care of me. I was jerking off colossally, I was hard and horny for hours and hours in my bedroom, I had bought online a pink dildo and a bottle of poppers, I secretly used my sister's underwear.
Paolo wanted to keep me tied to him, he knew that the day I would find the courage, I would go to some club, in some sauna and I would be fucked by everyone; my master knew the cow in me, he knew that after a few weeks of hypnotic videos, chats, vibrators, poppers and handjobs, insults but also compliments and flattery, I was ready to meet him for real.
It all happened very simply, we met in a car one evening, in the suburbs of Milan, Paul was tall, with a little 'belly, graying hair and wore black clothes, boots and mask on his face. He had a huge jeep!
Simple and easy, he took my face with his hand, caressed my neck and I felt a hot shiver down my back, he lowered the mask and spit in my face, then, while the saliva dripped on my cheek he forced my head towards his groin, he had his cock already out of his pants, a respectable member, at least 23 cm of living and pulsating flesh, I opened my mouth and swallowed it like the real bitch I was and that I would become.
This is where most sissies want to escape, this is the moment when you realize you have crossed the border between perverse fantasies and reality: the real taste of cock, the smell of sweaty balls, the adrenaline running through your body, the desire and the fear. Paolo, as a true expert, took his cell phone and took a picture of me with his cock in my mouth: "You want it, don't you? Don't worry, I'll share this picture with some close friends, don't worry!" I said yes, a simple picture of me on my knees sucking cock was the key to all my bondage. He did it every time then, even filmed me being raped by a group of his friends, but that's another story.
Chastity is another way that Paul used to bind me to him. This is the best method, in the long run in fact sissies have a moment, when they realize, realize what they are doing, when they repent. First they do anything but then they think they have gone too far, especially when they enjoy and cum at their master's feet. Paul did not allow me to cum, he kept me submissive, aroused and obedient. So he could do whatever he wanted with me, I was trapped and in need of his cock and cum.
During the first meeting Paolo made me enjoy like a sow, he made me cum at least three times in his jeep, he made me beg for his cock, he made me say the slut that I am. Horny as a pig I promised I would be your sex toy, I swore I would do anything, anything!
That's when Paul gave me my favorite toy, the chastity cage, one that can't be removed except with a key. He let me come once a week and I had to swallow my own cum, every time. I had promised and obediently submitted to Paolo.
He prolonged the time of my abstinence and made me excited beyond measure, I was a horny beast in search of enjoyment, then, each time I enjoyed it was so intense that I tied me more and more to my master.
Paul began to train me anally to come without stimulation of my little clitoris and eventually to come without being hard, he milked me like a cow, he extracted my cum without me really enjoying. To do this he would masturbate my asshole with his fingers or a vibrator, his goal was to make me enjoy only with anal stimulation. He would open me up and stimulate me from behind like a bitch and my cock would be pulled behind my legs; I didn't always enjoy this way, so my master would release me from the cage and make me cum on something and allow me to lick it like a slut hungry for cum.
By now I was almost 19, and Paul introduced some changes that marked the "point of no return", I was turning into a sissy and I was happy about that, I liked being my master's bitch, it was my choice.
Smooth shaving will make a huge difference in how feminine the slut looks. If you keep the sissy shaved, you could possibly encourage the sissy to get laser hair removal. And so did my Lord, in fact he suggested that I get a tattoo with his name on it, or one that said "sissy slut", "Candi". At the beginning he let me try with an erasable tattoo, with a henna tattoo, then it was me who begged him to have a permanent mark of his.
Paul then proposed the final step, the one that sissies think about the most, I felt it was my destiny to submit to humiliation. Hormones. Two types, anti-androgens and estrogens. Estrogen had the most effects, such as facial gentleness and a tendency to submit. The anti-androgen, on the other hand, made me smaller, less muscular, and turned my small cock into a small clitoris.
Paul's purpose was to enslave the sissy in me, he would push me to say I was inferior, he would treat me like a sextoy. He would casually text me that he wanted a blowjob, that I was his toy. He would punish me and use the chastity cage to control my reward. He could do whatever he wanted with me, turn me into a maid or an obedient sex slave.
One thing that is often overlooked in sexual relationships, but Paul did not, is verbal submission, insult, humiliation. If you're a horny sissy you'll certainly appreciate an alpha male, perhaps hairy or pot-bellied, who insults you properly. Unfortunately the encounters take place in silence, the sissy must be shy and reserved and her master often takes obedience and submission for granted. How nice it is when men insult you, slap you, spit in your face...the slut in you comes out, the excitement rises and even your dick shows signs of hardening, if you don't have a chastity cage and your daddy allows it, you can even masturbate slowly. When I was younger, and I didn't understand what my role as a cocksucker was, males called me certain epithets, insulted me. Now, I have learned to love, to be aroused when they call me faggot, cocksucker, cow, sow, bitch, whore, sissy, fag, faggot, slut, whore, fag, filthy sewer, asshole, blowjob.... I love Paolo's friends, certain bad boys who fuck me in the ass violently and passionately while insulting me with these names. When I hear them call me that, I know they're horny as hell and they're going to fuck me up the ass. They want me so bad and are so eager to give me their cum to drink or fill my ass deep. It doesn't matter that I am beautiful and feminine, they will fuck anyone at that moment. I love the look of disgust on their face after they come because I know they will be back again tomorrow.
I had already figured it out that I liked cocks, not males, but cocks of all sizes that hung between their legs, I had figured it out by watching porn movies on the internet, drooling and jerking off staring at the monstrous birds that smashed through some porn star's tight pussy. I loved the black members turgidising in the mouths of blonde sluts, I already loved the submission movies of boys to masters and mistresses, the hypnotic videos for sissies like me, melting your brain and will.
Now I'm 19, just turned 19, I'm quite tall and thin, white, pale and ephibic, no hair, hairless completely except for a little tuft above my dick. I'm a light blond, a little dull and sloppy, slouching when I walk, but with a protruding, firm ass that I often gently caress when I'm alone. My name is Marco and this is the story of my meeting and training with Paolo, my master.
The most difficult thing was the first contact, because a real encounter with a man, an alpha male (is that how they say it?) was the most crucial part of the beginning of the submission of the sissy in me. The rest then comes easy and natural to the slut, I always fantasized about being forced to submit to someone. I like risks and was completely aware that it was a slippery slope. I always wanted and felt that I deserved to lose my identity as a man and serve real males. More than anything else in the world. Any kind of resistance, the fear I felt, was just an important and exciting part of my fantasy, fags like me have a desire to be liberated from their choice, they want someone to choose for them and lead them toward acceptance of their gayness. The younger and unmarried they are, the more desirable they are to the serial predators on the web and in reality.
I met Paul online, when I had finally found the courage to answer an ad in which, with a few lines, my future master was looking for a little whore to submit. I sawed myself until I was completely emptied of cum and will, I had slabbrato my hole with all sorts of objects, from the handle of a frying pan to a cucumber, from the bottle of conditioner to the black vibrator that my sister kept hidden in the bottom of the closet in her room.
It all started by writing to each other via e-mail, Paul began to degrade and humiliate me, first subtly and then more and more explicitly; he taunted me about my little cock, he called it the little whore's clitoris, he showed me his big and long member in the video chats that we had started to do right after the first contact. He would tell me that he would put me on a leash and fuck me like a real female in heat. Pussies like to hear confirmation that they are not real men. He called me Marco, Marchetta, told me that my name was already the destiny of my life, that I had a feminine ass and a little sissy clit.
Then one day he started calling me Samantha, with an "h", like a real slut he said, and when I addressed him I always had to call him Lord, Master, ... and if I didn't he promised to punish me, to spank me. He always kept me under pressure, excited, euphoric for his attention; as a real sissy I enjoyed his attention, the attention of a real man who took care of me. I was jerking off colossally, I was hard and horny for hours and hours in my bedroom, I had bought online a pink dildo and a bottle of poppers, I secretly used my sister's underwear.
Paolo wanted to keep me tied to him, he knew that the day I would find the courage, I would go to some club, in some sauna and I would be fucked by everyone; my master knew the cow in me, he knew that after a few weeks of hypnotic videos, chats, vibrators, poppers and handjobs, insults but also compliments and flattery, I was ready to meet him for real.
It all happened very simply, we met in a car one evening, in the suburbs of Milan, Paul was tall, with a little 'belly, graying hair and wore black clothes, boots and mask on his face. He had a huge jeep!
Simple and easy, he took my face with his hand, caressed my neck and I felt a hot shiver down my back, he lowered the mask and spit in my face, then, while the saliva dripped on my cheek he forced my head towards his groin, he had his cock already out of his pants, a respectable member, at least 23 cm of living and pulsating flesh, I opened my mouth and swallowed it like the real bitch I was and that I would become.
This is where most sissies want to escape, this is the moment when you realize you have crossed the border between perverse fantasies and reality: the real taste of cock, the smell of sweaty balls, the adrenaline running through your body, the desire and the fear. Paolo, as a true expert, took his cell phone and took a picture of me with his cock in my mouth: "You want it, don't you? Don't worry, I'll share this picture with some close friends, don't worry!" I said yes, a simple picture of me on my knees sucking cock was the key to all my bondage. He did it every time then, even filmed me being raped by a group of his friends, but that's another story.
Chastity is another way that Paul used to bind me to him. This is the best method, in the long run in fact sissies have a moment, when they realize, realize what they are doing, when they repent. First they do anything but then they think they have gone too far, especially when they enjoy and cum at their master's feet. Paul did not allow me to cum, he kept me submissive, aroused and obedient. So he could do whatever he wanted with me, I was trapped and in need of his cock and cum.
During the first meeting Paolo made me enjoy like a sow, he made me cum at least three times in his jeep, he made me beg for his cock, he made me say the slut that I am. Horny as a pig I promised I would be your sex toy, I swore I would do anything, anything!
That's when Paul gave me my favorite toy, the chastity cage, one that can't be removed except with a key. He let me come once a week and I had to swallow my own cum, every time. I had promised and obediently submitted to Paolo.
He prolonged the time of my abstinence and made me excited beyond measure, I was a horny beast in search of enjoyment, then, each time I enjoyed it was so intense that I tied me more and more to my master.
Paul began to train me anally to come without stimulation of my little clitoris and eventually to come without being hard, he milked me like a cow, he extracted my cum without me really enjoying. To do this he would masturbate my asshole with his fingers or a vibrator, his goal was to make me enjoy only with anal stimulation. He would open me up and stimulate me from behind like a bitch and my cock would be pulled behind my legs; I didn't always enjoy this way, so my master would release me from the cage and make me cum on something and allow me to lick it like a slut hungry for cum.
By now I was almost 19, and Paul introduced some changes that marked the "point of no return", I was turning into a sissy and I was happy about that, I liked being my master's bitch, it was my choice.
Smooth shaving will make a huge difference in how feminine the slut looks. If you keep the sissy shaved, you could possibly encourage the sissy to get laser hair removal. And so did my Lord, in fact he suggested that I get a tattoo with his name on it, or one that said "sissy slut", "Candi". At the beginning he let me try with an erasable tattoo, with a henna tattoo, then it was me who begged him to have a permanent mark of his.
Paul then proposed the final step, the one that sissies think about the most, I felt it was my destiny to submit to humiliation. Hormones. Two types, anti-androgens and estrogens. Estrogen had the most effects, such as facial gentleness and a tendency to submit. The anti-androgen, on the other hand, made me smaller, less muscular, and turned my small cock into a small clitoris.
Paul's purpose was to enslave the sissy in me, he would push me to say I was inferior, he would treat me like a sextoy. He would casually text me that he wanted a blowjob, that I was his toy. He would punish me and use the chastity cage to control my reward. He could do whatever he wanted with me, turn me into a maid or an obedient sex slave.
One thing that is often overlooked in sexual relationships, but Paul did not, is verbal submission, insult, humiliation. If you're a horny sissy you'll certainly appreciate an alpha male, perhaps hairy or pot-bellied, who insults you properly. Unfortunately the encounters take place in silence, the sissy must be shy and reserved and her master often takes obedience and submission for granted. How nice it is when men insult you, slap you, spit in your face...the slut in you comes out, the excitement rises and even your dick shows signs of hardening, if you don't have a chastity cage and your daddy allows it, you can even masturbate slowly. When I was younger, and I didn't understand what my role as a cocksucker was, males called me certain epithets, insulted me. Now, I have learned to love, to be aroused when they call me faggot, cocksucker, cow, sow, bitch, whore, sissy, fag, faggot, slut, whore, fag, filthy sewer, asshole, blowjob.... I love Paolo's friends, certain bad boys who fuck me in the ass violently and passionately while insulting me with these names. When I hear them call me that, I know they're horny as hell and they're going to fuck me up the ass. They want me so bad and are so eager to give me their cum to drink or fill my ass deep. It doesn't matter that I am beautiful and feminine, they will fuck anyone at that moment. I love the look of disgust on their face after they come because I know they will be back again tomorrow.
