A Sissy's New Daddy

I heard his belt come undone and then a zipper before he dropped his pants. I planted my hands hard onto the table pushing up with all my might but he slammed me back down again. "I tried to be nice. I really did."

I couldn't see what he was doing now but I could feel that his fingers were wet when he slipped them into my backside. I could feel his cock rubbing against me and I started to scream. His hand left my back and grabbed the back of my head forcefully slamming my face into the table. He started to slowly slide his fingers in and out of my ass. After a few minutes he spoke again "I can see now you need to be shown a sissy's place in the world."

His cock was rock hard and sticking straight out as he guided to my puckered backside. I could feel his body twitching I knew he was going to take me right there. I craved cock endlessly but so far I had been too afraid to let Mickey anywhere near my ass. I wondered why he was waiting and then he gave me a choice. He said "Sissy by Monday morning you will be my slave. You will do my bidding without a second thought. Now there are two ways I can get you to that place. The first is simple. I spend the next Sixty-Seven hours abusing and humiliating you. When I am done with you, you won't even breathe without looking to me for permission."

Mr. Morgan paused and rubbed his hand over my lower back and ass. Settling his hand over my left cheek he give it a quick forceful slap. When I didn't respond fast enough he gave me a second hard slap. My voice was low I was afraid of my own voice as if someone would hear me and no it was me bent over the table. He smacked me a third time and I finally spoke up. "What is the other option... Daddy."

"The second option is one that I think will be very good for you. The second option is that you will profess your obedience to me on camera and explain to anyone watching that you are in fact a slave. So right now which is it option one or two?"

He didn't sit there passively waiting for my answer, Mr. Morgan 'Daddy' was probing my back side with his cock while he reached around and tweaked my nipples. Nestling his cock between my cheeks Daddy leaned over me and whispered in my ear. "I was honest about option two being your best choice. But I really hope you pick the first option. I have some friends that would love to bury their cocks deep in a little piece of sissy pussy like you. I bet your face would look amazing with ten or fifteen loads of hot cum dripping down it."

I felt a cold shiver down my spine I couldn't tell if he was bluffing but I didn't want to find out. I spoke clearly the first time even if it was a little quite "I choose the second option, Sir."

Daddy let out a heavy sigh and raised himself up. He took a hold of both cheeks and gave them a firm squeeze "Your parents have a video camera, right. Go get it and meet me in their room."

He stepped back and allowed me to get up. I watched him kick off his shoes and step out of his pants before I went looking for the camera. If I remembered right they kept it in my dad's home office. As I walked into my father's office I was suddenly very aware of my nudity. My father was the type to always buy the latest and the greatest tech toys. Of course he would lose interest in them about five minutes later so I was too surprised to find that my parents hadn't taken it on their trip with them. I was surprised though to find it charged. I grabbed the camera and quickly left the cluttered home office. Our house was a split design, the master suite on one side and the rest of the rooms on the other. So I had to cross the entire place to get to my parents room. I expected to find Mr. Morgan, Daddy, waiting for me griping that I had taken too long. Instead I found him digging through my mother's side of the walk in closet. It was like he had me low-jacked because the moment I walked in the door he called out to me "Stand in the far corner facing the wall."

I set the camera down on the bed and walked over to the corner. From where I was standing I could see my mother's vanity. It was old fashioned and had a large mirror that gave me a clear view of everything behind me. I could see Mr. Morgan, he wasn't rummaging about he was looking for something specific. I was starting to wonder how many times he had been in my house. Pulling down a large white shirt box, Mr. Morgan smiled as he let out a quite little laugh. As he was walking to the bed he looked into the vanity and winked. I looked away as my blood ran cold.

"Come on over here, Sissy." He said tossing the box onto my parent's bed. I walked over to him and as I drew near he took a hold of my hips guiding me until I was standing with him right behind me. The box was a good distance away so when he told me to open it, I naturally started to step away. Mr. Morgan, Daddy I reminded myself, dug his fingers into my hips stopping me from moving. As he slid one hand around to cup my penis he slid his other up my back. His hand felt like a burning ember as he gently pushed me down. One my stomach was parallel with the bed, Daddy started talking again. "Open the box."

I pulled the box open and was surprised to find a bright white set of bridal lingerie. Everything was in the box panties, bustier, stockings and a thin garter belt. I had seen my fair share of panties, lace, silk, cotton and everything in between but I had never seen lace this delicate. I reached in the box and ran my fingers over the bustier. The parts of the garment that weren't covered in lace were covered in a thick satin. I was ashamed to admit it, even to myself but if I had known this was in my mother's closet I would have worn it ages ago. As my caress moved to the panties I could feel his cock getting hard against my ass.

"Do you know what that is?" He asked as he slowly rubbed his cock along the crack of my ass. His fingers brushed the shaft of my penis which was growing harder with each breath I took. I nearly jumped when I felt his other hand press a finger to my ass. Daddy then started to move his finger in a rhythmic circle.

I gasped and as much as I wanted this all to end and for him to go away, at that moment right then I desperately wanted him to fuck me. I wanted him to enter me and make me his bride. If he had promised me that I would have begged him to take me. Instead he stopped caressing me and squeezed my testicles tight. "Answer me."

My eyes bulged out of my head and my voice, when it did come was sputtering and hoarse. "Bridal lingerie."

He released his grasp and returned to stroking my penis but the pain still lingered. "Very good, I told you that you are a sissy at heart. These are the panties that your mommy wore the night she became your Fathers property. And I think it is only fitting that you were them the night you become my property."

"Ok enough of that." He said as he jerked away from my backside. Moving around me Mr. Morgan picked up the video camera and gave it a once over before turning his attention back to me. "To start with I want you to get dressed in your mommy's lingerie, kissing each article before you put it on. Then I want you to put on some bright red lipstick and paint your finger nails a matching color. When you're done meet me in your Fathers office."

He gave me a hard smack on my ass before leaving me alone to complete my tasks. I held myself up till he left the room but the moment he was out of site I collapsed to the floor. Tears flowed freely and my body was racked with sobs. I gave myself a minute to cry but I knew I didn't have long and I said to myself if this was the easy way I really didn't want to experience the hard way.

I got to my feet and took the panties from the box first. The fabrics were not as thin as what was used now and the cut wasn't flattering at all. It seems that when my mother was married bikini panties had not come into style yet. I went to step into them when I remembered Daddy's orders. I brought the panties to my lips and gently kissed them before sliding them up my legs. The lace tickled my now smooth legs and I was delighted by the feeling. I wanted to take them off and put them on again but I knew the feeling wouldn't be the same.

As I settled the panties into place and picked up the bustier. Were the panties were translucent lace the bustier was a solid satin base with lace panels layered on top of it. Six straps hung down from the bustier's hem with clips to hold up stockings. That was when I noticed there was nothing else in the box. I put that out of my mind for the time being and instead focused on getting the bustier on. It was much more difficult than the occasional bra I had tried on. It had over a dozen clasps in the back that climbed higher up my back than I could reach. I understood then why brides always surrounded themselves with brides maids at weddings. In the end I wrapped it around myself backwards and spun the bustier around once I as done. I slipped my arms into the straps and pulled it up into place.

I felt lovely covered in satin and lace it wasn't till I looked at myself in the mirror that the fantasy came crashing down. The bustier's empty cups and the bulge in my panties reminded me that I wasn't really the woman I so very desperately desired to be. As my gaze lowered I was reminded that the box contained no stockings. Daddy had implied that I should only wear what was in the box. I was pretty sure he had assumed the stockings had been in the box. And I just knew he wouldn't want me to meet him without stockings. I pulled out a pair of white lace top nylon stockings from my mother's dresser. The stockings felt cool as I slide them up my leg, every inch of them exploded in a tingling sensation.

Even though I had never worn a pair I just knew I need some heels to make my outfit complete. As I was rummaging through my mother's shoes, discarding all that weren't just perfect, something occurred to me. I wasn't dressed as I was by choice. I hadn't chosen Mr. Morgan as a partner; He was forcing himself on me. Of course the one partner I had chosen for myself was barely a choice. I didn't spend time with Mickey Dolans because I wanted to I did it to stop being harassed. As I picked up a completely out of character for my mother pair of red spiked heels, I wondered if this is all my life was going to be. Was I going to spend the rest of my life as the play thing of forceful men? I wasn't ready to ask those questions of myself yet so I returned the red slut heels and grabbed a more reasonable pair. They were white with a three inch heel. I slipped the shoes on and took a few tentative steps.

Once I crossed my parent's room a few times without stumbling I took a seat at my mother's vanity. The chair was an antique wooden chair with almost no padding. It was an antique that had been passed down on my mother's side of the family. The chair didn't match the vanity and I was surprised my mother hadn't squirreled it away in the attic. She favored consistence and visual appeal above nostalgia. While I knew my father would disapprove of my sucking the occasional cock in nothing but pink lace panties, it was my mother whose reprisal I truly feared.

Pushing thoughts of future traumas from my mind I carefully looked through my mother's makeup. Everything on the table was meticulously ordered. I ignored most of the makeup and zeroed in on the lipstick and nail polish. There were probably two dozen different colors and about half of them were shades of red. Thinking back to the spiked heels and her panty collection I was starting to think my mother had a thing for the color red. I didn't know anything about matching skin tone to color so I just grabbed one of the reds that would be easiest to replace.

My first time putting lipstick on did not go well. I was so excited as I pulled the top off that I sent it flying across the room. When I finally got around to applying the deep red lipstick, my hand twitched so bad I left an uneven edge around my lips. I thought about trying to cleaning it up but was nervous I would do more harm than good. I twisted the stick back into the tube set it down before I went looking for the cap. I was pretty sure it went under my parent's bed but after five minutes of looking I gave up and figured I would find it later.

Returning to the vanity I set the lipstick aside and grabbed the bottle of nail polish. I actually found painting my nails easier then applying the lipstick. They were covered in just a few minutes and dried almost as fast. As I sat there blowing gently on my nails I realized it was time. My tongue darted out and I liked the tip of my finger. I don't know why I did it, the funny thing is it something that I always did after that day it became a sort of ritual.

I stood up and caught a glimpse of myself in a full length mirror. My hair could have been a more feminine cut but my slim body looked lovely in the lingerie. I reached up and tweaked both of my nipples. I wasn't aroused by it but it was what I felt I should do. They stiffened a little and then I licked my fingers and tweaked them again. Once they were hard I started the walk to my Fathers office. I walked quickly at first taking long elegant strides, but the closer I got the smaller my steps became.

The click of my Fathers decade old keyboard echoed down the hall as I drew closer to his office. Mr. Morgan, Daddy was very busy on my Father's computer. I know I had taken some time to prepare myself and I was surprised that Daddy had found something to keep himself busy for so long. When I entered my birth fathers office I found my daddy sitting naked behind his desk. He took much better shape of himself then I thought he did.

My parent's video camera was pointed at the door and obviously me. I tried to look sexy. I pushed out my non-existent chest and flat boy ass all while pouting my lips out like a porn star. He let me stand there for a few minutes as if my sudden appearance was some sort of inconvenience. When he did finally look up at me he laughed, he actually laughed. Daddy then waved his hand for me to come around the desk, at the same time he picked the camera up making sure the cameras all seeing electronic eye was always on me. Holding the camera with one hand, Daddy turned the computer monitor to face me.

The monitor was blank at first then it dissolved to a picture of me on my knees giving Mickey head. I felt flush when I saw the picture and that made Daddy smile. The picture only stayed on the screen for a few seconds and then it change. Words started typing across the screen. 'Read the following out loud'

The screen dissolved to white and then more words started to appear. I started to read the words as soon as they appeared. "Hello, my name is William, But I hate that name. My friends call me Billy, but I hate that name too. I hate those names, because they are boys names. I don't know if you noticed but I am not a boy. I am a...

The next words shuttered in my mouth when I tried to say them. I blinked hard and continued reading. "I am a cock loving, panty wearing pussy boy. I don't do very good in school, because there are so many boys all around and all I can think of is how much I want to suck their beautiful cocks.

Daddy pointed at me with two fingers and then gave me the signal to drop down to my knees. Once I was kneeling he stood. His cock was impressive it put Mickey's to shame and made mine look like a baby's. When he stepped to me the tip of that magnificent cock brushed against my nose. My jaw actually twitched as I parted my lips to take his cock into my mouth. Daddy rested his free hand on the top of my head. He didn't try and force me to take more of his cock then I was ready for. I was in ecstasy as my tongue slid across the underside of his cock. He let out a quite moan to tell me I was doing it right as I clamped my lips down around the base of his shaft. I jerked my head up keeping just his head my mouth. I ticked the tip of his cock before sliding back down.

As he moaned again I was in bliss, I felt for that moment that I knew what I wanted to be in my life. And then I looked up. He wasn't watching me, he was watching the camera. Yes the camera was pointed at me but Daddy was not focusing on me, and that reminded me once again I was a slave. I doubled my effort and started bouncing on his cock. I could feel him start to twitch as he pulled his cock from my mouth. He let out a quick whistle to draw my attention as he started stroking his cock. I knew what he wanted so I reached up and pushed his hands away. Wrapping my fingers gently around him I started beating away. I only had to stroke him three times before Daddy exploded on my face.

My new Daddy was a real man so I knew he would produce a lot of cum, but I was shocked when he covered almost my entire face. I flinched when his cum splashed across my face, but I quickly recovered. I reached up to wipe my face clean but when Daddy cleared his throat I knew he wanted me to leave it. Reaching down with two fingers Daddy scooped some cum from around my eyes. Making sure to keep my face in the frame of the camera Daddy reached down and pushed his fingers past my lips. I sucked his fingers as if I had been offered another cock. I wouldn't let his fingers from my mouth and after a bit he had to yank them free of me. I immediately felt silly when Daddy scooped cum from my other eye and slipped his fingers back into my mouth. I sucked hard enough on Daddy's fingers that he grimaced and jerked them from my mouth again.

Reaching down Daddy wiped his fingers dry on my bustier. Turning his attention, but not the camera, back to the computer Daddy pushed a button to restart the slide show. The first slide told me not to speak the following, after that 'Invite me to your parents room. Sway your hips like a trashy slut and smack your ass a few times for good measure. Once we get to their room you will climb on the bed and BEG me to fuck your boipussy.'

As if my lines earlier didn't hammer home my place in this new relationship. My next scripted actions did, I was to be a wanton slut, a toy for another man's pleasure. I put a giant smile on my face, which faltered just slightly as I felt cum drop off my upper lip, a said my lines. "Daddy, I have a really wonderful idea."

I reached up and took a hold of my new Daddy's now soft cock and stood up. I bit my lower lip and sucked in a drop of cum at the same time. I turned from Daddy and walked around the desk, I didn't look behind me but I just knew the camera would be focused on my ass. I made sure to put a sway in my step and paused at the door. I counted to three in my head and gave my ass a nice firm smack. I flinched from the pain which was ridiculous; I mean it was my hand after all. I looked over my shoulder and smiled demurely at my new Daddy, "Come on silly it will be fun."

Daddy got up after I said that but his face turned sour and I had a feeling I had somehow just gone too far. I whipped my head around because I knew if I showed fear on the tape he would be even more pissed. I smacked my ass again, but I didn't flinch this time, and started back for my parent's room. Daddy had slipped of his shoes, but not his socks so the clicking of my heals was followed by the swish of cotton on hard wood.

When we reached my parents room I climbed up onto the bed and took a deep breath. I felt very small kneeling on my parent's bed and my penis which had stiffened as I performed for my new Daddy went limp as a result. Every inch of my body that was touched by satin suddenly turned cold. I closed my eyes and reminded myself that I had fantasized about this. The fantasies were consensual but it was still my fantasy, right. I plastered a smile on my face and looked over my shoulder at Daddy. He was holding the camera with one hand and massaging his cock with the other.