Sissy Slut Ally

I felt giddy wearing the wonderful dress that you had bought for me as you led me to a special party you had planned for me. It made me feel so delicate and girly, but also showed off the new curves that I had always wanted. I was particularly proud of my breasts which always felt like they would burst out of all the low cut dresses that you had me wear around the house.

I can’t believe that I was so skeptical of you when you had moved in with my father and became his wife. You’re half his age and not that much older than me, so my silly little brain thought you were marrying him for his money! I can’t believe how stupid I was to ever be suspicious of you when you clearly wanted the best for him… and for me as well!

When I snapped and called you the ‘b-word’, I remember the smile you gave me as you stared into my eyes. It scared me at first, but when you whispered, “Mommy knows best”, I felt so much better. I didn’t even mind when you told me to bend over your knee so that you could give me a good hard spanking for using such naughty language.

After that, we became a perfect family. You even cooked every meal for us personally and made sure that the two of us ate every single bite that you had prepared, making us open our mouths to show you that we had swallowed every scrumptious morsel. You told us that each meal had many special vitamins that would make us much healthier and you wanted us to be sure we each got our daily requirements. I was so happy when ever you would say “Good girls!” to compliment us when we proved to you that we had cleaned our plates and swallowed all those important vitamins. I love making my new Mommy proud and your approval really meant everything to me!

One thing that scared me at first was that I was finding it hard to think for myself. It started with me finding all my classes difficult to understand, but before long I started to get which classes I was enrolled in, or even where the school was at all! You had the perfect solution for me though – a good girl like me didn’t need to go to classes, especially since you could do all my thinking for me. So you helped me drop out and, perhaps most importantly, make sure that they refunded my remaining tuition to a new bank account that you had set up for me in your name.

It was getting so hard to think that you even helped me every day by laying out the exact outfit I was supposed to wear. It was confusing at first, because I didn’t remember ever wearing panties and pretty little dresses, but you’d tell me that you worked so hard picking out my clothes and that I’d be such a good girl if I just put them on that I couldn’t help but feel grateful that I had such a wonderful Mommy to take care of me. I’d probably be such a complete mess if I didn’t have you to help me every day!

Father was confused too, but he was lucky to have you as his loving wife to whisper so many words of wisdom into his ear to help him understand what to do with his money and business. I couldn’t even begin to understand all that grown-up stuff, but from the way he was smiling all the time, I knew Mommy was giving him great advice and making him just as happy as I am! I was confused when I saw him wearing pretty dresses like me, but when you told me that he wanted to be a good girl too, it all just made perfect sense to me. Of course he’d want to be a good girl for you!

You’d spend so much quality time with me as a loving Mommy would, helping me brush my growing hair so that it would always look full and vibrant and teaching me how to put on make up so that I would always look pretty. You even bought me dozens of new shoes and patiently taught me how to walk in them like a good girl would, taking tiny steps that swayed my hips back and forth. I’m sure not many Mommies would spend so much time with their step-son, but that’s why you were the best Mommy in the world.

It wasn’t long before I started noticing that my body was starting to change. I felt weaker and parts of my body felt funny, especially my private parts. It wouldn’t get big anymore, and when I told you, you said that I should be happy because I wouldn’t have an unsightly bulge anymore that would ruin the pretty dresses that I loved to wear. I was so happy when I heard you tell me that, because the last thing I would want is to look ugly – especially in any of the pretty outfits you picked out for me. From that day on, I hoped that my private parts would shrink even more, and was happy when I noticed that it was practically a tiny little nub after a few short months.

As a loving Mommy and wife, you would take the both of us to see the doctor for regular check-ups too. It wasn’t the doctor we knew though. You told us that you had a much better doctor who would take care of us personally, and you were so right! She was just like you, so caring, so supportive, and most importantly, so smart and able to tell us exactly what we should do to be good girls. She gave us pills to take and also scheduled us for many sleepy time visits to help fix our bodies and help us become even better at being good girls.

I almost cried tears of joy when I woke up from one of my sleepy time visits and saw my wonderful breasts. My chest had felt funny for so long that doctor said that the only way to fix it was to give me larger breasts to help relieve the pressure. I felt so much better with my new breasts weighing down my chests and you even started letting me wear bras like a big girl!

I’m sure father was just as happy as me, particularly when I saw that he had gigantic breasts that practically dwarfed his now tiny frame and new wide hips that gave him such a wonderful hourglass look.

I didn’t see him much after that though, because you said he needed to spend some extra time in the hospital to become a better girl. When I told you that I wanted to be a better girl too, you laughed and said I was already such a special girl and that you would take care of me yourself.

At first I didn’t know what you meant until you led me into your wonderful master bedroom. You told me that since my father was away that you were lonely and wanted me to help keep you company.

I was more than happy to spend more time with you and practically jumped up and down with glee that the idea that could make you happy. You gave me that wonderful smile of yours and sat down on your bed, hiking up your expensive gown to expose your own private parts. It looked so much better than the tiny little nub that I had – almost like an inviting piece of fruit that I wanted so desperately to lick.

You summon me closer with your finger, drawing me in until I’m mere inches away from your ‘sweet peach’ as you called it, before I felt your hands press against the back of my head and push me down onto you.

I didn’t know what to do at first, so I used my tongue to sloppily lick your private parts. You seemed to enjoy that, but I could feel you push my head up so that my tongue found a little nub. I knew it was different from mine, that this was somehow much more important that my silly little nub that did nothing but simply allowed me to go to the toilet, and I began to kiss and lick it like the holy object that I knew it to be. I heard you moan and hiss, “That’s right, who is the bitch now?”, before I felt you press down on my head again to make sure my mouth remained on your special area. “Keep licking like a good girl,” I heard you shout as your moans got louder and louder, and I did as I was told as my heart beamed with joy at making you happy.

That’s when I heard the television behind me come to life as you began to watch a video of my father being ‘helped’ in the hospital. I couldn’t see anything of course, but I heard some very naughty language – “You love to suck cock, you little sissy faggot” – before I heard the sound of gagging and flesh pounding flesh.

Between my tongue and the video, I heard you release a primal ear-piercing scream before you started to shake and buckle in front of me. When I felt you go limp and your hands let go of my head, I was concerned that I had done something wrong and looked up at you with my now soaked face.

“You’re such a good girl,” you tell me as you give me another smile. I don’t know why it seemed to have a sinister tinge, but I didn’t care because I was your good girl and I had made you happy. I reached for a tissue to wipe off my face before you stopped me and said, “I like the way you look with me all over you.” Instead you patted the spot beside you and I happily sat down and leaned against you, with your juices drying on my face.

“Your father is becoming such a good girl too,” you say as you point toward the television and I watch in in fascination as I watch my father be pierced in his mouth and from behind by men with large fleshy poles. You laughed every time one of those poles released a strange white liquid onto my father’s face and into his open mouth, and I laughed too because I didn’t want to feel left out.

You pull me toward you and hold onto my possessively, “Daddy dearest is going to be so happy as a good girl for her new owner. He can’t see you, but why don’t you wave good bye because you might not see your father ever again.”

I did as I was told and waved at the screen as he continued to have pole after pole fill him. I lost count of how many poles there were, but he seemed so content with having so many men use him that I couldn’t be happier for him.

After that night, you told me to keep you company in your bed from now on so that you wouldn’t be lonely anymore. I would spend all night licking your sweet peach before falling asleep in your arms, nuzzling against your warm comforting body. And the next morning I would get up before you and mince to the kitchen to make you your breakfast, before bringing it back to your room and waking you up by licking your peach again. Every time I heard you moan, I felt pure joy in my heart because I was being your good girl and making you so happy.

As you enjoyed the meal I prepared for you, I would get myself cleaned up and do my best to make myself look pretty. After all, a good girl always looks her best! Every dab of foundation, every layer of lipstick on my lips, every brush of eyeshadow, it all made me feel absolutely gleeful knowing that you’d be happy with how I looked.

I also had so many new outfits to pick from – a parting gift from father, you once told me as you laughed – and so many pairs of shoes that always looked wonderful on my dainty feet. I knew you liked me in long dresses and in high heels because I could only take dainty, mincing steps as I followed you around on our outings to boutiques to buy more clothes or to the salon to work on my hair, skin, and nails, and your approval meant everything to me.

One day I was almost sent in a state of panic when you told me that you wouldn’t be my Mommy anymore. Was father back and going to take me with him? Were you going to abandon me? You laughed and told me that I was always so emotional like a ditzy little girl. You explained that since my father had disappeared and left everything to you, you weren’t my step-mother anymore. But that was fine, because it meant that meant that you could be my Mistress instead!

I was still your good girl of course, but now it was fine for you to take me out on dates and to show me off to the world as your perfect little plaything. In fact, sometimes you’d let me lick your peach while we were out enjoying a date together. It always felt naughty, but you said it didn’t matter since you were my Mistress and I was expected to serve you whenever you wanted.

It wasn’t long after that you surprised me with my new cream-colored dress that complemented my skin and the tasteful heeled sandals that I happily wore on my now dainty feet. It was for a special party, but you wouldn’t tell me what it was for! I pouted and mewed at you, but you simply gave me a smile and told me that good girls are patient.

We arrived at a fairly unassuming looking part of town and I followed obediently as you entered a non-descript warehouse building. The inside was immaculate and like a very fancy and exclusive club. There were many beautiful looking women that greeted you when they us enter, each elegant and amazing in their own way, but none of them as great as you of course!

That’s when you put your arm around my waist and pulled me toward you, before you gave me a kiss and told them that I was your special project that you wanted to tell everyone about. I didn’t understand anything except ‘special’, and that felt almost as good as being called your good girl.

You lead me to an elaborate hall and direct me to sit on a chair in the middle of the room. I was a little nervous at first when I saw all the gorgeous women enter after us, each of them gawking at me and whispering among themselves. I could hear you let out a cough to get everyone’s attention before you started to talk, “As you can see, the plan has been a complete success. The drug works perfectly and with proper encouragement, any ugly brute can be tamed and transformed into whatever your heart desires.”

“Did you really sell your ‘husband’ to his rival?”, I heard someone in the audience ask.

You laugh, “Yes. I wanted to keep him on as a maid, but I thought it would be amusing. Men are nothing if not predictable, and the prospect of owning a man he hated was more than enough to convince him to purchase my dear husband.”

“Such a shame, I would have loved to have your ‘husband’ serve me for a while,” I heard another woman say. “After all the ways he mistreated me during our professional dealings, I always imagined what it would be like to have him serve as my secretary.”

“Just because I sold him to his rival doesn’t mean that he’s lost. You could always invite his rival out for a date and introduce a little something extra into his meal or his drink. Perhaps you might have two new secretaries to play with soon enough.”

The crowd seemed quite pleased with this thought murmured their approval.

“But enough about them,” you say as you turn to face me. “I’m sure you’ve been admiring my little trophy here tonight, and I’m more than happy to share her with you as I help you find your own young and nubile ‘good girls’ to play with.” I felt your hands caress my breasts as you reached down to touch me, and I couldn’t help but let out a moan. It was then that I noticed the looks of hunger in the audience and gave you a worried look.

Your reassuring smile calmed me down. “There is one thing that the uglier gender of our species is right about. There’s nothing more intoxicating than having ownership of another person, knowing that their entire existence is devoted to you and your happiness because their own existence depends on your gratitude. Isn’t that right, my good girl?”

I nodded emphatically, “I’m your good girl.”

Your smile grows wider as you pull out a little box and reveal a gorgeous ring. You reach for my hand and slip it on my finger, “And now you’re my trophy wife.”

The audience laughed and clapped enthusiastically as I stare at you in awe. Your wife! I get to be your wife! This was best thing to happen to me since father disappeared and I got to sleep in your bed with you! Now everyone will know that I’m yours for as long as you want me!

“Now my new wife is quite skilled in eating ‘sweet peaches'”, you began as you drew more laughter from the crowd. “Why don’t some of you enjoy her while I help the others find their own trophy wives?”

The woman who talked about wanting my father to be his secretary practically leapt out of her seat and grabbed my arm. I turned to you and was reassured by your comforting smile again, “Be a good trophy wife for me and make sure all my friends are happy.”

“Yes… dear!”, I enthusiastically shout as I follow the woman to one of the many private rooms in the club to lick the first of many peaches that evening.

“There’s a man I hate who has twin boys… they’d make such perfect trophy wives!”, I heard someone else excitedly exclaim behind me as I was being led away.

Your laughter was the last thing I heard before my face was buried deep into the folds of the woman who had claimed me for the moment. I could hear her murmuring about how she was excited to meet my father again, but none of that mattered to me. I made sure to lick until I heard her moan the same way that you always did when I put my tongue in all the right places, happy that I was now your perfect trophy wife!