Sissy Slut Ally

This is a sequel to an older story I posted called A Willing “Wife” (which was then expanded to Becoming a Lovely Wife on Fictionmania).  It’s my first sequel story, but I quite enjoyed the character in this one.  I hope you enjoy too! 

I’m also trying to get back into a writing groove and hopefully it keeps up, but as always please be patient with me if I haven’t posted a new story in a while.

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I sat absentmindedly in the waiting room as I waited for my turn to interview with one of your new rivals, my cunt gushing in anticipation of the new game I was going to play.  As much as I enjoyed being your live-in sissy slave, you had begun to take me for granted and didn’t play with me as much as when you first “blackmailed” me and “turned” me into your wife.  Everything started to feel routine, even the way you would wake me by fucking me in the ass in the morning before shoving your cock in my mouth for me to clean you off and to use as your toilet for your morning piss, felt like something you did out of obligation to me rather than a desire to dominate me.

The initial rush of pleasure that I derived from being constantly humiliated and used by you had slowly disappeared as you just expected me to take your wonderful loads without forcing me to spread my legs for you or calling me names.  You even began treating me with “respect”, seeing me as the devoted wife that supported you, particularly as you continued to rely on my knowledge of the company you “stole” from me to help you run it.  I was starting to feel frustrated, because if I wanted to have a life of normalcy running my company, I never would have gone through all this trouble to live out my deepest fantasy in the first place.  I knew I had to push your buttons again, and I knew exactly how to do it with your newfound “admiration” for me.

When the secretary, who looked at me with a slight look of disdain, waved me into your rival’s office I could feel myself already getting horny as a warm sensation emanating from my crotch started to spread to the rest of my body.  I promptly ignored her, knowing that I was a much more superior woman than she would ever be because I knew my place under a man, and confidently strode into the office and closed the door behind me.  Your rival gestured for me to sit in the chair in front of his desk, but of course I opted for a much better seat and seductively stepped toward the desk but didn’t stop at the chair he had pointed to – instead, I walk until I’m standing beside him and slowly lower myself onto your crotch, making sure to grind my ass against you as hard as I can, before putting my arms around you to give you a kiss.

I knew well enough that the male ego was very easy to manipulate, so when I felt his hands begin to try to push me off him, I let out a soft moan and let out a raspy “Yes!” as I lean into his hands so that he could get a better hold of my body.  I could feel his cock grow beneath me, practically priming my own cunt to start glistening with anticipation, but I knew I had to better lay out my little trap.  I give him another kiss before leaning back onto him, my head against his strong chest, as I begin to spin a tale about the version of my life that you yourself had so readily believed.  What had happened to me had certainly become a topic of hot gossip, as our little business community would certainly notice the fact that one of its biggest leaders not only discovering her “newfound femininity”, but also resigning from corporate life and handing her company to an ambitious but relatively unknown junior executive.  I told him about the blackmail, and how you had forced me to do things for him as his little “sissy faggot” in order to steal my life away from me.

Men, as simple creatures, could only react in one of two ways.  They’d either want to take advantage of a woman throwing herself in front of him, using the opportunity of a broken slut to get his own dick wet and nut inside her.  Or they might want to save her, to protect her from the abuse she claims to have suffered, seeing themselves as a much better man than the abuser.  It didn’t matter that I used to be a man myself, as I’ve now thoroughly become so well-practiced at living out my sissy fantasies that I was practically indistinguishable from a woman.   I could feel his hands inch up under my skirt to gingerly probe at my now sopping cunt, finding the hole that he sought to confirm that was now “all woman”, as he tried to put on a sympathetic face while listening to my story.  

As he stuck a finger inside me, he told me that he’d be able to help me if I helped him.  I was ecstatic!  It would have been disappointing to find a white knight, someone who wanted to thought I was worthy of being saved and treated with respect.  No, your rival was playing that role, but I could see in his eyes that it was only so that he could he find ways to use me to his own advantage.  A real man!  I let out another breathless and horny sounding moan, although I didn’t have to act at this point because I was ready to start being raped at this point.  I clamped down on his finger with my thighs to drive his digit inside me further and reach up to give him another kiss, telling him that I would “do anything” for him in order to be “saved” from your abuse.

He asked me if I can take a closer look at the gash he was probing with his finger, in order to full see the extent of my “abuse” and I nod eagerly as I seductively stand up and release his arm from under me.  I wiggle my ass as I bend over his large desk and hike up my skirt, presenting myself to him in order for him to see with his own eyes that my former pathetic manhood was gone and replaced with a cunt that was now practically gushing with anticipation.  I turn my head back and ask him if he would like to test how my cunt feels with something more rigid than his finger, so that he can understand what you had “forced” me to do, and I smiled as I watched him practically tear his pants off to get access to his wonderfully erect cock.

When he entered me, I wanted to let out a primal scream as the desperate sissy faggot that I was, but I knew I couldn’t cause him any impropriety… at least not yet.  Instead I kept my noises to guttural, animalistic grunts as I felt his long and hard cock slide in and out of me, the well lubricated walls of my new cunt guiding his cock inside me like it was made just for him.  I could feel him tug at my hair as he tried to find some leverage to fuck me with, making me arch my back and move my ass back into him, causing his cock to penetrate me deeper and my artificial gash to clamp onto his cock even tighter.  It didn’t take long for him to fill me with his warm and sissy-affirming seed, as he flooded my cavity with almost as much cum as you used to produce when you were first raping me in the early days of our relationship.  Of course I had my own orgasm as well, the first real explosive one that I had in a while as I finally felt the pleasure of having a man use me as a piece of fuck meat again rather than as a woman or equal.

I felt empty when he pulled out of me, but I knew exactly what to do next as I spun around and dropped to my knees, placing his cock inside my mouth so that I could clean him off and extract a little more of the delicious white nectar that I loved so much.  He surprised me by grabbing the back of my head and pulling me toward him, shoving his cock deep into my throat before letting out a torrential stream of piss down into my belly.  I practically came again at the thought of such an alpha move on his part to claim his dominance over me, although I made sure to make some gagging and choking sounds because I knew real men liked it when they thought their “victims” weren’t always willing.  My plan had barely begun and I was already in heaven!

Soon after he relieved himself inside my mouth, I helped him clean up and dress himself before fixing up my own slutty whorish appearance so that we could sit down and have the meeting that I had requested.  I sipped on the coffee I had fetched for myself, making a show of scooping out his cum from my cunt and using it as a special cream for my drink, before I got down to business by telling you how much I wanted to escape from your clutches and that I was willing to do anything it took for my freedom.   I purposefully took a deep gulp from my cup so that he could see me downing a glob of his cum and smiled brightly to show him how happy I was to not only taste him (which, of course I was!) but how appreciative I would be if he “saved” me from your evil clutches.

If there was any part of him that might have been turned off by the fact that I used to be a man, I was sure that my appearance and my actions quickly pushed those thoughts out of his mind.  It helped when I turned my cup around so that my lipstick, some of which had already been transferred to his cock, was clearly visible on the rim and provide a subtle reminder of the many blowjobs that I could give him.  I made a show of fidgeting with my wedding band as well, so that he could be enticed by the fact that he was stealing another man’s property.  I had carefully chosen my target after all, knowing that this ambitious young man cared more about power than any of those silly notions about biological sex and gender.  As long as I teased that he could own me and make me his, as well as the fact that he would be claiming the woman of one of his stronger competitors, I knew that he wouldn’t mind that a few years ago I was a silly man like himself.  That said, I’m sure that offering him my tight surgically constructed cunt helped and looked the part of the beautiful trophy wife made my former life all but a distant memory.

As a simple man, he didn’t question my motivations once he discovered my willingness to submit to him and serve his every need.  I just gave him a bashful look and batted my eyes, doing my best to look like a girl in love with her savior.  It was a part that I was more than happy to play, although there was a little bit of truth in it all.  He was saving me from a life of boring sex after all, and regardless of how you might react, I was going to have some fun again in my life.

He took my hand and began to stroke it with his thumb, doing his best to mutter calming reassurances about how he’ll take care of me and protect me from you.  I tried my best not to roll my eyes at the embodiment of cliche in front of me and responded with a happy giggle as I stood up from my chair and walked around the table so that I could sit in his lap.  If there was any reticence left in him about me suddenly appearing in his life and offering myself to him in exchange for his manly protection, I knew it was gone the moment I felt his eager cock stir below me.  I lean into his chest so that he could feel my massive artificial breasts press into him and lean my head against his so that he could inhale the sweet perfume I had applied.  Whatever his mind had told him about what I used to me, his body accepted that he had a pitiful feminine creature in front of him, begging for his protection and offering herself in every way to him.

I started going out on dates with him when you were working late.  A normal woman might be suspicious of her man having an affair with a nubile secretary, but I would have appreciated that because it would have served as a way to humiliate and tease me.  No, I was pretty sure you were actually working late, bothered by the petty and mundane realities of running a business that I had wanted to run away from when I first “tricked” you into making me your bitch.  So cheating on you with your rival was not enough, and encouraging him to take me on evening outings to prestigious gatherings so that people would see that we were together.  

I was already the talk of the town, despite the fact that everyone was pilot to me because no one wanted to be ostracized for not being “progressive”.  And I enjoyed toying with the gawking gossips as much as I enjoyed toying with you and your rival was the perfect person to use to get more thrills from actively defying you by sleeping with another man.  Your rival, perhaps impressed by all the attention, was more than happy to play along when I said that he was my special friend and that we had quite an open relationship that you approved of.  If you were too busy at work to notice your “wife” gallivanting with a man that you hated, then maybe I was wrong about you all along and found a new man who would treat me exactly how I wanted to be treated.

Of course it wasn’t enough to just be seen, but I wanted to be talked about.  And so I’d frequently drag your rival into a coatroom or a bathroom and “offer” myself to him, encouraging him to use me like the dirty whore I wanted to be.  It was so hot when I paid off the coat check boy with a bribe and a quick blowjob so that he’d let us into the back where I’d take coats owned by the vapid bitches that liked to judge me and use them as my bedding.  Fucking your rival in public was enough to make me feel like the sexy little minx I wanted to be, but watching as his cum dripped out of me and stained the expensive coats worn by women who thought they were better than me took my orgasmic bliss to the next level.  I drained your rival that night, and I’m sure at least some of those bitches would be wondering how the telltale stains of cum ended up on their coats… suspecting me, but obviously unable to prove it.

I thought that would do it, that I would finally get your attention, particularly when I simply didn’t show up at home one evening.  But you didn’t even try to call me, or even ask me where I was.  In fact the only time you bothered to speak to me was to ask me about some boring business contract issue that was so rudimentary that I was beginning to doubt my entire plan of allowing you to make me your conquest and “steal” my fortune from me.  

It was at that moment I began to have my doubts about you and the relationship we had.  I didn’t want to be treated as your equal, or at least I wanted you to dominate me and take what you felt was rightfully yours from me.  I was realistic of course, understanding that not every relationship could burn as brightly after a couple of years of marriage… but this was absolutely pathetic.  I didn’t want to be treated like your friend.  I wanted to be your bitch… your sissy bitch.  A former man put in her place by a stronger, alpha man who was not afraid to show his superiority.  

So I began to turn to your rival more seriously, as he began to appreciate me for what he thought I was and what I wanted to be.  A dumb, vapid, sex-obsessed sissy faggot who needed a cock to put her in her place.  And he was more than happy to oblige as the pleasure of fucking your “wife” and cuckolding you combined with the reality of plowing a former business leader in the community gave him the confidence he needed to be the alpha man that I wanted.  He grew more confident, domineering, both with me and also at work and how he dealt with his peers.  He even began to start poaching your start employees, stealing deals that you were expected to close.

All of it made me so hot.  In my twisted way, I love you and want to love you.  But I needed more than what you gave me and your rival was a very convenient replacement.  And so I began spending weekends with him when you were too busy to come home or away on some urgent business trip abroad.  While you were absent from my life, I practically moved in with him and he would take me out to brunch at the club you both shared so that everyone could see me fawn over him.  

He particularly enjoyed it when I would flash the wedding ring you gave me in public so that it was unmistakable that I was cheating on you in public.  And of course we fucked like rabbits anywhere and everywhere, often leaving me dripping or covered with cum while we slipped back out of the toilets or back rooms and back into the crowds.  I could tell that the other women despised me and that as much as their husbands feigned their disgust with me as well, I knew I could have any of them that I wanted.  I never felt more like the sexy sissy harlot that I had wanted to become than I had now and I had your rival to thank for it.

One day your rival pushed me to do what I previously thought would have been unthinkable to the both of us.  He asked me to steal the secret passwords to my, or now your, corporate accounts so that he could break you in public and claim your fortune as his.  That’s when he surprised me by telling me that he was in love with me, that I had brought out something in him that he didn’t know he had in him, and that he was ready to help me get my final revenge on you and claim me for himself.

It was the first time I had doubts in my mind, as the sissy slut confidence faded away to the conundrum that faced all women.  Was he simply trying to use me?  I wanted to be used… so, so much.  This is why I’m in this situation after all.  But I wanted to be used on my terms.  I wanted he control of being a sex-crazed sissy who could get hard cock any time she wanted.  I didn’t want to be like the society women I hated who were either marrying for the convenience of having a rich husband or an even more sickening reason like “love”.

But by this time, you had practically forgotten all about me.  What real man would ignore a willing sexpot who wanted to be treated like an object to be used?  And so, regardless of your rival’s motives, I chose a life of uncertainty over the pathetic life that I had now.  I went into our study and found the book on the shelf where you hid the USB decryption key that would unlock all financial and corporate secrets on my former company’s servers and grabbed it, clutching it close to my body as I left our home… perhaps for the final time.

I was so disappointed when I arrived at your rival’s penthouse and offered him the book with the USB key.  Rather than reward me with a hard fucking for doing as a sissy faggot was told, or torturing me by telling me that I was now his indentured slave, destined to by his cum dumpster whore now that I had no choice but to rely on him for my financial well-being, he simply thanked me and began to investigate the USB key on his computer.  I was stunned into silence as I watched him fumble with the technology to try to access the secrets he so desired, ignoring the true prize that was offered to him.

When he finally turned to address me again, it was to ask for help understanding the files that were being downloaded into his computer.  I felt something unusual… tears began to stream down my face as I realized that all my efforts were wasted and I traded one boring relationship for another.  I simply turned and ran out of his home, so distraught that I nearly twisted my ankle on something as easy to wear as the low kitten heels I had on.  I made my way to my lonely home, realizing the curse of ambitious men – that they would always be interested in accumulating more wealth and power, rather than focus on their wives… sissies or not.

It was a day later when I received a text from your rival on my phone: “Come to the gallery, my love.”  I stared at the message with some skepticism, but my desperation was enough to make my cunt tingle with anticipation at what he might want with me.  Maybe he had finally come to his senses and decided that I was the real prize after all?  I hurriedly did my makeup and slipped on a dress before heading to the gallery to meet my fate.

When I arrived, I found that the entire gallery had been closed for a private function.  However, the lone man who attended the front door seemed to instantly recognize me and let me in, telling me that my man was waiting for me in the large gallery room in the back.  After taking a few steps into the gallery, I heard the door close and lock behind me, and as I turned to take a look at the attendant, I could see he was already leaving.  My heart started beating as I realized that I was now alone with your rival… maybe I would finally be claimed by a man who wanted me and recognized my need to be used and abused.  I practically skipped to the room where I was directed and scanned the room for the man who would make me feel like the sissy faggot I so wanted to be.  

But to my disappointment, I could see him… or anyone.  Each minute that passed seemed like an eternity as I stood patiently waiting, before my feeling of elation slowly descended into despair.  Knowing my luck, I’m sure he found some secret in your corporate files that got him more hot and bothered than the prospect of dominating a bitch like me.  I wanted to cry again, but I decided to walk around the gallery and enjoy the art that I had happily ignored the many times I had come here with him, thinking about the better times when I would be his willing rape doll and fucked in the coatroom downstairs or in some curator’s office upstairs.  

As I was starting at some piece of Asian art that I didn’t really understand, I heard some loud footsteps echo from behind me.  I could feel my heart practically jump out of my chest.  Finally!  I turned around in excitement, ready for my man to claim me with a big grin on my face when my face dropped.  It wasn’t your rival that had walked in to claim me… it was YOU!

The look of shock on my face must have been quite a sight to you as you began to laugh at my surprised expression.  I couldn’t move as I you approached me, grabbing me into your arms before tearing off my dress to expose my naked flesh.  My nipples immediately hardened, both due to being exposed to the cool air but also due to having a man… a real man… so close to me again.  You give me a kiss before you throw me to the ground to my knees and begin to pull out your cock.  

I didn’t have to wait long before your rock hard erection slipped past my painted lips and into my mouth, making me cough and sputter as I tried accommodate your cock inside me and recover from my shock.  It didn’t take you long to start violently face fucking me, causing tears to stream down my face again.  But these tears weren’t due to the pain of having your massive girth penetrate my throat or having my jaw start to lock as I made sure to keep my mouth wide open let my teeth scratch your perfect dick.  No, these were tears of joy and the feeling of bliss as I was reunited with the wonderful man that I had chosen to turn me into his property. 

As you continued to rape my mouth, I could hear you begin to explain how you knew what I was doing all along.  Although you didn’t quite understand my true motives or what really happened.  Apparently that busybody secretary of your rival’s was on your payroll, and as soon as I entered his office, she called you to let you know exactly what had happened… or at least, what she thought had happened.  You believed that I had ran to your rival out of fear, hoping to escape your clutches and find a man to save her.  You believed that I was tricked and blackmailed into being your rival’s sex slave, that all of our public and not so public displays of affection were initiated by him as a condition of his continued promises of protection.

I learned that your inattention wasn’t due to being busy with work… but that you wanted to find a way to destroy your rival once and for all and created the conditions where I would inadvertently help you ruin his life.  As your cock started to spasm and you released your delicious, godlike cum down my throat and into my hungry belly, I could have died of pure joy.  You told me that that I would never be able to escape from you and that I would be your sissy rape toy forever, a human Fleshlight that he built from a pathetic man who needed a real man to provide a firm hand.  I came on the spot, and didn’t even try to hide it.  I never should have doubted you for a moment.  

Like all relationships, you just needed a reminder of why you loved me in the first place.  Because I made you feel like a real man, in the same way that I helped bolster your rival’s confidence, but that you shouldn’t take owning me for granted.  I started to sob uncontrollably after my orgasm, which made you laugh even more as you thought you had broken me once again.  The truth was that I was so fucking happy, perhaps more than when you had first raped me and taken me all those many months ago.  

You turn my limp body around and spread my ass cheeks before angrily thrusting your cock into my cunt, yelling what you thought were piercing profanities at me like “faggot” and “sissy bitch” as you raped the gash that you had “forced” me to get.  In between your insults, you tell me that you have special plans for my “would be saviour” and laughed maniacally as you continued to fuck me.  My continued sobbing and my body shaking under your hard fucking drove you wild as you gloated over my defeat.  A good sissy wife serves her man, and if that was the lie you wanted to believe, I was more than happy to indulge you in order to feel as good as I did right now.  After all, most women lie during sex to make their men happy, don’t they?

You wouldn’t tell me what would happen to the man I tried to cuckold you with though.  In fact you were oddly silent about the issue and focused all your attention on me.  We went to the very same functions and met the very same people that had seen me with your rival so that you could reassert your dominance over me and make a show to everyone that you were the one in charge in our relationship.  You made me wear clothes that even I thought was a bit too much for the public, but you were so powerful that no one dared make a complaint about your redhead trophy wife who wear dresses that were so short that everyone could see that the drapes matched the curtains… and that you were definitely the man in the relationship.  I loved this new spring in my step and began to enjoy this next phase in our relationship.  It’s as if we renewed our vows, as sissy wife and alpha husband, and I was happier than I had ever been.

The gallery took us to new sexual adventures as well, as your own public displays of affection began to escalate and you enjoyed using me in more and more public places.  You even took me to the beach and made me parade around in a swimsuit so that everyone could see my smooth crotch, before forcing me on my knees and forcing me to give you a blowjob.  If anyone was bothered by the sight of you using your property, no one paid any mind and ignored us as if we didn’t exist.  The men whose eyes did wander over to me, enjoying the site of a sexy little bitch taking a hard cock, they made sure not to linger too long lest they end up like your rival who had mysteriously disappeared and fallen off the face of the Earth.

One day, after months of constant sex and humiliation (or so you thought), you told me to come with you to the photography studio where I had taken my very first portraits that I used to “come out of the closet” as a woman and declare my new position to the world.  I didn’t think much of it as the time, believing that you were going to take another set of pictures for our anniversary to remind everyone again that you owned me.

As I posed for the photographer, I didn’t notice when you had waived for another person to enter the studio set.  When the figure finally came into my line of sight, I stopped my poses and looked quizzically at you, trying to understand what was going on.  You laugh at my confusion and slap the new girl on her ass, forcing her forward to meet me.  When it’s clear that I still don’t comprehend the situation, your laughter builds until you finally ask me if I recognize my “savior”.  I turn to face the pitiful girl in front of me and squint, before finally recognizing the feint features of your rival’s face under the layers of cosmetic and reconstructive surgery that transformed him from a man into a little bitch… like me.  I turned back to face you in shock, which made you happier than I’ve ever seen you before.

You think this little bitch is meant to serve as a warning to me, that no one would be able to save me from my “fate” as your sissy slut… your rape toy… your human Fleshlight.  I can’t help but smile back at you in appreciation, which of course you take as a look of defiance and making you angry.  You tell the photographer to hurriedly take some photos of the two of us, so that your rival could soon reveal his new gender to the world just like I did.  I don’t know what you did to your rival before you turned him into this pitiful girl in front of me, but I could feel “her” tremble in fear as she tried her best to eagerly obey your orders and press her body against mine for the perfect pose.

There was one difference between us though, as I felt the unmistakable sensation of a metal chastity cage press up against my thigh as she closed the distance between us.  I knew that feeling well, having worn my own cage for many years before I found you and you “forced” me to take the plunge and remove my vestigial appendage that prevented me from becoming my true self.  How long had you been keeping her a secret from me?  Three, four months?  My transformation was slow, but blissful because I wanted it.  But I’m sure your rival certainly didn’t want to become a sissy bitch, let alone your sissy bitch.  I felt her caged clitlette twitch under her skirt as she wrapped her arms around me and pressed her new breasts against my own, perhaps motivated by the touch of the last woman she fucked before she became your latest acquisition, or perhaps motivated by your training to be a horny sexpot.  I turn to face her and give her a gentle kiss, much like I had done when she still had stubble, but this time surprised by her soft and plump cock sucking lips.

I wasn’t sure if I enjoyed it, since I was never really into women when I was still a man… but knowing that this girl was once your rival was just so fucking hot to me.  I wanted this all along, but her?  Despite her best efforts, I could feel her fear emanate from her as she tried her best to perform to your specifications.  Perhaps you reused the “training” you used on me, except somehow the training regime I had practically handed you seemed to be more effective that I had ever imagined.  Regardless, here was another sissy faggot standing in front of me, making out with me for your pleasure.  You really were the man I thought you were.

When you had enough of our soft-core pictures, you paid off the photographer to leave us alone in his studio while he left several cameras running – better to capture our sissy sister Christening – and told us to strip while we continued to play with each other for your pleasure.  I felt my gash begin leak down my thighs as she pulled off her dress to reveal her caged manhood, severely shrunken after presumably months of imprisonment.  I wanted to touch it, to squeeze it hard to see if she would leak her sissy juices at my mere touch, but seeing it so erect and at attention I knew that you had been edging her for quite a while.  Although I’m sure stealing her first orgasm from you would have gotten me more of your delicious punishment, I wanted to see you break her in front of me and experience the look of anguish on fellow sissy as she realized she had lost everything.

I faced her and held her hands as you step behind her and bend her over by her waist, and without warning shove your giant cock into her almost welcoming sissy-cunt.  She must have been well-trained, because I could tell you slipped right into her sissy hole like it was made to fit your massive girth.  You didn’t even need to use lube!  I looked into her eyes as she began to cry, and she gripped my hands as she clearly began to act like she was trained to, moaning like a porn star in the being railed by a hot stud. 

I returned her grip, fascinated at the site of a man being broken unwillingly.  I had no idea what it was like to not want to become a sissy… but here she was, a sissy living out my fantasy against her will.  She must have seen in me a peer, or at least someone sympathetic to her plight, which is why her eyes looked at me as if begging me for support.  I wasn’t sure if I’d ever tell her that I actually wanted this, or that I was ultimately responsible for her plight.  Maybe if she ever got out of line, or her wavering loyalty to you and her new life ever faltered, I would tell her to break her and ensure our lives were protected.  I thought I’d find another man to replace you, but clearly you were all the man I would ever need or want.

As you fucked her sissy-pussy, you made me look at you as you explained how the USB key I had stolen from you was actually malware that gave him access to your new sissy’s computer and allowed her to ruin her life and steal everything she owned.  I never read the news, because why would a “dumb sissy” like me ever need to know things, but you told me that your rival was caught with a massive trove of child pornography and as far as the world knew, killed himself rather than be caught by the authorities.  It didn’t take you long to then poach the now abandoned assets and add them back to your empire.  Of course the employees who betrayed you by working for your rival had a fate befitting traitors, but you left their fate to my imagination.  Although seeing your rival as a sissy, I could only imagine what happened to them.

God, you were so fucking amazing.  I felt my heart flutter as you explained all of this to me, expecting to cut me with your words by making me feel smaller exposing my plan as misguided and pathetic.  Of course you might as well have been spouting dirty talk, as you told me exactly what I had wanted to hear.  If only you treated me this way before I went to your rival… we could have skipped all this drama and I could be the one you were railing right now.

After a few minutes of hard fucking, I watched as you give a final deep thrust before pushing deeper into her, releasing your seed deep into her bowels.  Her fake moans gave way to screams of pay and then sobs of despair as she accepted her first “gift” from you and, much to my fascination, her own caged clitlette began to pathetically spurt its own sissy juice in front of me.  After you finally finished inside her, you pull of her and push her down onto the group into a heap before reaching over to me and dragging me down to my knees so that I could clean you off.  

Your new sissy wasn’t completely clean, based on the dirt on your cock and the almost putrid taste that overwhelmed your usually delicious cum.  I couldn’t help but gag, my first real involuntary action to your dominance over me, which made you push my head into your crotch so that I would take your cock entirely in my mouth.  I was usually prepared for your cock, but I was genuinely surprised and was almost afraid as I could feel myself unable to breathe.  I started to choke as you began pissing down my throat – something you had done many times, but the first time I almost didn’t want it… I almost feel like I was going to pass out before you finally pulled out of me and finished by pissing over both our pathetic bodies. 

I came so hard at that moment… the genuine fear of being taken against my will was intoxicating, and I had my new friend to thank for the experience.  Oh yes, I would take care of her and make sure she was always around for you to use…

As you begin to dress yourself, you point to the sissy mess she made on the ground, mixed with the urine that had just come from your wonderful cock, and tell us to start cleaning the floor for the poor photographer.  Not that it mattered, I’m sure you paid him more than enough to not worry about a dirty mess, but I began to start lapping up my new friend’s sissy spunk and your piss, encouraging her to do the same.  When we were done, I held her in an embrace and began to give her gentle kisses.  I would be her emotional support during your abuse, which would make my own abuse that much greater.  This was better than any fantasy I had before I started my journey.

And so our new life began.  I was still your wife, a former male executive who gave up everything to become your plaything.  And your rival was now known my long lost “sister” who had reunited with me and chosen to live with you. 

You were much firmer with me than before, convinced that my “escape plan” was due to you being too lax with me and as much as you hated to admit it, despite your victory against my new sister, you still needed my mind to help you run your business.  Of course you saw my outburst as acts of defiance, of being ungrateful that you started treating me with a modicum of respect and humanity.  Of course it was precisely that attitude that made me so dissatisfied in the first place.  And so we developed a special understanding, despite the fact that you would really never understand why I had betrayed you.  

Not that I had any reason to tell you the truth.  I delighted in this new mean streak in you as you reasserted your dominance over me.  You would keep me in my place with your firm hand and by using my sister as a reminder of the potential consequences of my defiance, and I would obey you unconditionally as your wanton sissy slut.  

Given that my sister now lived with us, she would serve as your housewife, taking care of your home while you worked.  I had wondered if you would ever give her the final surgery you gave me, but the one time I asked you, you told me that my would-be savior would always be locked up because you had no interest in allowing her to escape into the fantasy of being a woman.  I had apparently made a face of horror at my sister’s fate and you smirked at me in response, assuming that I was worried about her fate.  No, it was the horror of being not enjoying the feeling of a thick, hard cock sliding into my constructed womb.  I enjoyed being fucked in the ass, but the reminder of my lost manhood every time you fucked me still reminded me why I went through all this trouble in the first place.

But just because you now had two outlets for your renewed sadism didn’t mean that I was “spared” from your ire.  You began forcing me to come to work with you, parading me in front of my former coworkers as your new personal assistant and “special advisor”.  You were smart enough to understand that you still needed my help to run my former company, particularly someone you could now trust unconditionally because of your “control” over me.  You thought I hated talking about work at home because it reminded me of my old life that you had “stolen” from me and thought it would be torture for me to be here, constantly gawked and gossiped about by people I used to know as I doted on your needs as your Girl Friday.  

You were actually torturing me, but not in the way you probably intended.  I hated that you made me use a part of my mind worrying about things I had thought I would be able to forget about so that I could spend more time worrying about my hair, or my clothes, or making my body more fuckable.  It was fine though, because I could still push your buttons quite easily by flirting with the many men who used to work for me.  I didn’t need anymore “sisters” though, so I made sure to keep it innocuous and to make it clear that I was the insatiable cock tease so that I would be the one to receive your fury.  

Being dragged into my former office, bent over the large mahogany desk that I had special ordered for myself as a way to try to obtain happiness through material possessions, while you pounded my cunt so hard that my shrieks of pleasure were heard on the entire floor… that made all the time I wasted at work at least bearable.  As much as I enjoyed your control over most of my life, I still liked the fact that I could manipulate you into giving me the punishment that I so desired.

My “home” life became acceptable considering the circumstances.  My sister’s nerves had long settled now, whether because she resigned herself to her fate, or saw me as a sign of what would happen to his little caged clitlette if she ever disobeyed you.  It was almost funny that we were each horrified at what the other had become, because clearly she hung onto some semblance of her manhood through her shriveled and practically useless clitlette and still found some self-worth in being a “man”.  But whatever her motivations, it kept her calm and controllable and that made my life easier.  I was almost jealous at the abuse you must have given her to break her so thoroughly, but I never asked her about it because I didn’t want to pick too much at that wound and cause her to break out of her compliant state.

The time I didn’t spend with you at work I spent with her at home or out in the world to shop.  The trade off of losing your cock to her from time to time was a new sissy sister to share my love for femininity and sex with.  We’d talk about ways to make ourselves sexier for you, worrying about skin routines and trying out thousands of different cosmetics to make sure we looked like the perfect whores for you.  We’d spend hours shopping, trying out outfits together so that you would get hard at the sight of either one of us and tear off our clothes to rape us, starting the cycle all over again.  We’d spend time exercising together, practicing yoga so that we would always be flexible and ready to bend our bodies for you and last as long as you did when you pounded one of us.

There was one part I didn’t like though, and that was practicing being a sissy lesbian with her so that we could entice you with our special sissy sister shows that you made us put on for you whenever you wanted to torment the both of us at the same time.  We both learned to comply for very different reasons, me because I knew it would turn you on and if you picked me to fuck that day, your hard cock would pierce me even harder than it usually would, and her because she wanted to avoid any of your more physical punishments that I imagine you gave her during your time training her.  

And so we’d often sit on our bid and slowly pretend to seduce each other, the sight of two nubile young women pawing at each other’s bodies, licking each other’s sensitive crevices, warming up each other’s holes – but never deriving pleasure from it, only teasing each other so that we’d be ready for you to mount one of us – would make any hot-blooded straight man hard.  But it was the fact that, at least in your mind, we were two men that you had broken and made into your bitches that really got you going.  I even learned to work up my sister’s little clitlette by putting it into my mouth as if I was giving her a blowjob, perhaps reminding her of the brief affair we had when she was an ugly man.  You loved it because it clearly bothered her and was close as she ever got to cumming like a man.  She knew better than to give in to my ministrations lest she meet your wrath though, and I was kind enough to only edge her and never try to make her cum. 

She may have interpreted my acts of kindness as an attempt at contrition, or perhaps a sign that I was sympathetic to her plight given what she thought were our shared experiences, because after a while she would come spend time with me even when you weren’t around just to spend time with me.  If she had any ulterior motives, she hid them well, because sometimes all she would want is for me to cuddle with her to gently make out with her.  Maybe it was an alternative to the violent abuse you gave her when you used her, and to make sure she was mentally healthy for you I obliged her, making her more and more dependent on me for emotional support.

Once in a while you’d take us up to one of the cottages I used to own, complete with access to a private lake where you could relax and fish while we doted over you.  Sometimes you took the sport so seriously that you didn’t want the distraction of the both of us teasing each other or sucking on your cock to draw out your delicious cum, so you’d have us lounge glamorously at your side, calming reminders of your superiority whenever you’d become frustrated at your lack of success catching us dinner.

I looked at my sister and she gave me a kiss before nuzzling against me.  This wasn’t quite what I had in mind when I wanted to spice up my love life, but I now had a man who was determined to remind me he was my master and I now had a sissy sister who I could share my life with.  You loved me, but I made sure that you would not take my submission for granted and tame my “rebelliousness”.   I enjoyed the punishments you served me, correcting my behaviour so that I wasn’t a “bad girl” anymore.

You startled me out of my reverie when I hear you toss your fishing rod down in frustration, walking toward me determined to regain some control of the situation.  Grabbing my arm and pulling me up to face you, my sister looks at me with a sense of relief that she wasn’t chosen to be your stress reliever this time around.  Staring intently into my eyes, you pull me close so that you can start fingering the cunt you gave me and ask me who I thought I was.

I replied with the only answer I could give – I was your wife and your slave.  I could feel your cock grow approvingly at my response as you lead me back to the cottage.  While my sister scurried over to your fishing supplies to clean up after you, happy to be doing chores instead of the alternative, I mused that I had managed to save my dull marriage by rekindling the initial passion that we had.

I was a sissy whore.  Your sissy whore.  And they say dreams don’t come true!