Don't Kiss Me

"And, sissy bitch, do you love my cock?"

"Oh god, I love your cock," I confessed.

"Then go get it, bitch," Sam ordered, and I threw myself on her hard cock, kissing and licking its length.

Finally I took its entire length down my throat until my lips reached her harness. As before, the deeper I took her cock, the more pleasure I experienced. A brief question flashed through my mind, 'Is that really how it works? Don't most people gag?' But as quickly as the question arose, the pleasure I was experiencing chased it away.

"Get off my cock," Sam ordered, and added, "I have another surprise for you."

I kissed the tip of her cock and backed off, feeling that now familiar loss and emptiness, and watched Sam again walk to the TV and put on another DVD for us to watch. I loved the way her hips swayed along with her strap-on.

As the film began to play, it appeared to be the same room as in the last movie. Like before, there were 3 people, but this time they were all men. As one man began to lick another's cock the remaining man went behind and started tonguing his ass, so he was receiving a blow-job and an ass licking at the same time. Instantly I was hard and panting. When the first blew his load into the other's mouth, the other rose up and snow-balled him. The camera came in close, and I could see them passing the cum back and forth, while the one tonguing ass continued like he was obsessed, a feeling I knew too well. They broke positions, and the man who had been doing the ass-tonguing was now getting it from both ends.

Sam had me get down on all fours and continue watching the TV. I felt her finger start to smear something cool into my ass, and I pushed back, trying to impale myself on her hand. Smack! Smack! Smack! She spanked me.

"Did I tell you that you could fuck my fingers, bitch?" she asked in an irritated tone.

"No Sam. I'm sorry," I apologized.

"It's alright. You really have no control when your ass is involved, do you?" she asked.

"I guess not," I answered, again feeling confused.

"Do you want my hard cock up your ass, sissy bitch? If you do, you'll have to beg me to fill that sissy bitch pussy of yours."

It was automatic, as if I didn't have a will of my own, I found myself begging, "Please Sam, please fuck my sissy bitch pussy with your cock." Just hearing myself say 'sissy bitch pussy' filled me with an overwhelming sense of pleasure and well-being. "I need your cock so badly. Please fuck me."

I felt her cockhead at my sissy pussy's entrance and heard her say, "You do the work. Back your pussy over my hard cock."

And slowly I pushed the head past my opening, which was already looser from the 'seat of honor'. Soon I was fucking her cock with abandon and watching to 3 men fuck and suck in every imaginable position and combination, including a double penetration of one man's ass or was it his or her pussy? I wished I had a cock in my mouth. Even with my pussy in heaven, my mouth and throat felt empty and in hell. Again it was like Sam could read my mind.

"I bet my sissy bitch needs some cock in her mouth too. Tell me I'm right," Sam said.

"Oh yes, I'd love to have a cock in my mouth. I feel so empty without one," I desperately confessed.

And Sam reached next to her and began to place some sort of device with straps over my head. I realized it was some sort of harness. I moaned with extreme pleasure when Sam inserted a penis shaped gag into my mouth and started pulling it in and out, fucking my mouth with it. I was in heaven again, and gone was the emptiness. After a few more seconds, Sam pulled the penis completely out, and I felt my desperation again.

"Aren't you going to thank me for giving my sissy bitch the cock she needs?"

"Oh yes, thank you Sam. I love the cock you gave me," I shared with her.

"And what are you?" she asked, withdrawing from my pussy as well.

"A cock loving sissy bitch. Oh god, I love cock. I need your cock. Your cocks feel so good inside me. Fill my sissy bitch mouth and pussy with cock, Pleeease," I begged and whined.

And then she plunged into my pussy and returned the penis gag to my mouth, buckling it on tightly. There were straps on either side of the harness that was on my head, reins really. Sam pounded my pussy as I desperately sucked at the penis in my mouth, the reins pulled tight, all the time watching the man on the screen get fucked from both ends. 'Was he a sissy bitch like me? Did he need cock like I so desperately needed cock? I bet cum would taste so good coming right out of the cock, so good and warm, so yummy,' were all thoughts I had while Sam was fucking me, all those thoughts warming me with delicious pleasure.

As the 3 on the screen were reaching their crescendo, I was too. Sam shifted her position slightly, placing something below me, and as the 3 began to roar their climaxes, Sam roared, "Cum sissy bitch, cum!" and I shot rope after rope of cum, all the time transfixed by the men on the screen, feeling like Sam and I were with them too and wanting to be with them too. It dimly registered that Sam was cumming with all of us, completing the fantasy. Sam was still vigorously stroking in and out of my pussy until both of us were spent, and she finally slowed. She remained inside my pussy, making only small pleasurable movements as she released the buckles on my harness, letting it drop from my mouth.

The men on the screen had slowed as well. Finally both men withdrew their cocks from the middle man, and the man at the rear came to the front and shared a mouthful of cum, while the man at the front went to the full rear and lapped at the loose hole, dripping with cum. It was all so wickedly erotic. I wished I could share that kiss or be lapping at that ass, wanting to taste cum.

Sam had me pull off her cock, and reaching below grabbed whatever she placed below me. She had me turn around and face her. Seeing her glistening cock aroused me and I found myself getting hard again. But when she took the bowl that had been below me and poured the cum all over her cock, I was in absolute lust.

"Oh does my sissy bitch also want to be my cum-slut too?" she inquired.

"Oh yes," I told her.

"Then you need to tell me that my sissy bitch wants to be my cum slut too. Is that so hard to do, or maybe you don't want my cum covered cock?" Sam hissed.

"Oh no! Your sissy bitch wants to be your cum slut. Please let me be your cum slut. Let me taste the delicious cum and suck your beautiful cock. Please," I begged.

"OK cum slut, come get your treat."

I threw myself on her cock, savoring the delicious cum, reveling in being the cock sucking cum slut I was always meant to be. Meant to be? A moment of confusion began to rake me, but then the taste of cum set off fireworks in my brain. If there was something more delicious, I couldn't imagine it in that moment, unless...

I was rock hard once again and in total ecstasy when Sam pulled out of my mouth, filling me once again with emptiness and disappointment.

"You've been such a good sissy bitch and cum slut that I've decided to give you a little reward. You have a choice. You can either fuck my juicy pussy or you can kiss and tongue my ass. See how wet I am?" Sam said, spreading her legs to show how true this was.

"Whatever you prefer Sam. That's what I want," I responded, meaning it.

"No. You need to choose or you get neither. It's OK. There is no wrong choice here," Sam reassured me.

"Your ass. I would love to kiss and tongue your ass, please," I told her with no hesitation, but deep in the recesses of my mind a part of me was screaming, "Are you kidding me?" but then the thought of tonguing her ass flooded me with pleasure and I was sure I had chosen correctly, and those screams faded away.

"Of course that's what you want. Isn't it? A cute sissy bitch like you doesn't want a wet pussy. She wants to kiss ass or suck cock. Isn't that right?" she asked.

"That's right, Sam. I love to kiss your ass or suck your cock. But I would try to fuck your pussy if you wanted me too," I told her. Suddenly the thought fucking Sam's pussy was strangely disagreeable to me, but I would do it to please her.

"That's so sweet of you to want to please me, but it pleases me the most for you to be who you are and be my sissy bitch and cum slut. Do you want to be my sissy bitch and cum slut?"

"Oh yes, I want to be your sissy bitch and cum slut, more than anything," I confessed.

"More than anything?" she queried, "Even if it meant you could never fuck my wet pussy again? Because, if you're my sissy bitch you will never fuck me again, but I will continue to fuck you. Is that what you want, to be my ass licking, cock fucking and cock sucking sissy bitch?" she questioned me.

My answer was immediate. "More than anything. I need to be your sissy bitch. I don't why, but it feels like I would die if I couldn't be your sissy bitch. I'm happiest when I'm kissing your ass or sucking or fucking your cock. I don't understand, but I'd be lost without it. Please let me your sissy bitch and let me kiss and tongue your ass. It's where I belong," I pled.

"OK, be my sissy bitch and feel as you dig deeper and deeper into my ass that you are becoming my sissy bitch forever. Can you do that for me, bitch?"

"Oh yes," I told her and leaned into her ass to claim my reward. Never had anything seemed so right and wonderful. Each lick and each taste of Sam's wonderful ass made me feel like this was where I belonged. I swirled my tongue around her precious hole, feeling every ripple, probing between each swell.

I could hear Sam moan and murmur, "Such a sweet sissy bitch."

Then I started to plumb her depths. First the tip of my tongue spread her hole, her loving mouth that was kissing me back, further and further. The strong bitter taste only inflamed my desire, adding to my thrill. Then I was in. I rotated my mouth and tongue as much as possible, trying to take possession of her sweet mouth as she was taking possession of me, as I was her sweet sissy bitch and nothing else mattered. The deeper I went, the more I felt I was one with her, and the happier and more ecstatic I became. My breathing increased and became deeper, and with each breath came greater and greater joy and pleasure.

From someplace far away, I heard Sam say, "You are my sissy bitch. Cum for me and prove it."

I exploded with ecstasy. My entire body shook orgasmically. I felt the mouth I was kissing close hard on my tongue and hold me there. The mouth shared the orgasm for the longest time and then slowly relaxed its grip.

As I began to swirl around her insides, Sam said, "Enough," and I slowly withdrew. "You are truly my sissy bitch now. Look what you've done," pointing to the floor below me and the large pool of cum there. "What are you waiting for? You're my cum slut, aren't you? Eat the cum."

I dropped my face to the floor and started to lick up the cum. Each slurp filled me with joy, tasting wonderful. I was only slightly disappointed when all the cum was gone. I was still basking in the knowledge that I had become Sam's sissy bitch and cum slut and couldn't imagine anything better. Before raising my head up, I gently kissed Sam's beautiful feet, thankful for the gift she had given me.

I stayed on the floor, still in my apron, for sometime with my head resting against her knee until she said it was time for bed. When we retired to the bedroom, Sam gave me a present. Inside the box was a butt plug. She said that wearing a butt plug to help loosen my pussy was part of being a sissy bitch and said that I would need to embrace all aspects of being a sissy. She gave me some lube to use with it and watched as I inserted it the first time. I loved the full feeling it gave me. I felt like Sam was inside me, taking further possession. It felt right,

When I arrived at the therapist's office the next morning, I was surprised to see another man also waiting. Ms. Radcliff came out of a different door than was usual and ushered this young man into the inner sanctum. About 15 minutes later she came out this other office and escorted me back to the one I was familiar with and after some inquiries about my smoking, I was back in trance.

As was usual I awoke feeling both relaxed and refreshed. If nothing else changed, at least my attitude was better. I was somewhat surprised when a young man exited from the adjacent office at the same time I did. We both nodded our greetings and quickly parted. There was something oddly familiar about him and for some inexplicable reason, I felt warmly towards him. It was probably because we were seeing the same, very competent, therapist.

I left the office and made a run to the nearby drug store to pick up some necessities and went home.

Once I returned home, I immediately took what I bought to the bathroom and undressed. After taking the contents of my purchases out of their packaging, I went in to clean myself, starting with an enema. Once filled, I took the women's razor I had purchased along with some depilatory cream and went to shower. A short time later, when I emerged from the shower, I was completely hairless from the neck down. I ran my hands up and down my torso and along my genitalia and pussy and over my legs. It thrilled me to be so smooth.

"Good sissies are always smooth", I repeated over and over to myself, and since I was smooth, I must be a 'good sissy'.

I also recognized the pressure in my bowels and sat on the toilet and evacuated all the liquid that was there. I filled and rinsed myself 3 more times, until the water that was expelled was clear enough. I washed and dried my butt plug, now part of my identity as a sissy bitch and went to the bedroom to apply lube and reinsert it. Once it was fully seated, I felt my connection to Sam as her sissy bitch strengthen and was filled with joy at the thought.

It was then that I noticed the note on the bed on top of a folded up apron, just like the night before. There was also a small golden box under the apron. It was addressed 'sissy bitch' and read:

"If you're reading this, you are probably a clean and smooth sissy bitch. If you haven't already, lube up and put in your sissy bitch pussy plug. Open the box. I want you to be wearing the apron and this present when I get home. Being a sissy bitch only gets better.

Love, Sam

Ps: Don't worry about dinner."

Inside the box I found pink nylons. I began to pant just at the thrill of holding them. They were so soft and silky. I sat down on the bed and bunched one nylon up just as I had watched Sam do so many times before and rolled it up my smooth leg. Once up, I quickly did the other. I slid my hands along the length of my nylon-encased legs, caressing them lightly, amazed at the sensual feeling they gave. I put on my apron and modeled my outfit in front of the mirror. I was so excited to wear these sissy things, hoping Sam would want to fuck my pussy or let me suck her cock or kiss her precious ass mouth. As I started walking towards the door was another gold covered box with a note addressed 'to my excited sissy bitch' and this read:

"A proper sissy needs the appropriate shoes. So enjoy. Love, Sam"

Inside the box was a pair of pink patent leather platform shoes that would wrap up around my ankles once they were on. Just touching them thrilled me, filling my being with joy. Once on, I stood slowly, trying not to fall over and took in my transformation in the mirror. 'This is what a sissy looks like,' I thought happily and made my way through the door and into the hallway.

I struggled walking in them and felt like I was being pushed forward by the severe angle of the soles. But I knew in my heart that to be a proper sissy bitch, I would need to learn to walk like a proper sissy, so I spent the next hour learning first not to fall, and then to walk as a sissy is supposed to walk. 'How did I know how a sissy was supposed to walk?' I wondered briefly. 'Like this, silly sissy bitch,' I told myself and started walking with an exaggerated swish of my hips and tiny steps. With every correct step my pleasure grew and grew, and those thoughts of doubt disappeared. I appreciated how right Sam had been about the plug in my sissy pussy as being an integral part of being a sissy bitch because I couldn't imagine how I could correctly walk or stand without it. I was intensely pleased with my discovery and clenched all the more at the plug, imagining it was Sam or one of the men in the movies.

I felt a stab of shame that I might want another man's cock more than I wanted hers, but the thought, 'cock', aroused me, causing me more shame, even as I clenched even harder around the plug. Then the thought came, 'Sissy bitches shouldn't worry. They should just do what they're told. That's what makes them good sissy bitches. Sissy bitches are supposed to want cocks in the pussies or in their mouths. AND sissy bitches live to kiss their lover's ass mouth. Isn't that so, sissy?'

The waves of pleasure that then washed over me confirmed that my thinking was correct and I admonished myself not to trouble my sissy head about matters that did not concern me, and I immediately felt relief. I went back to my sissy strut as I now called it, hoping to please Sam when she returned home.

An hour later I heard the key in the lock and came racing towards her as fast as my tiny steps could carry me.

"Sam! Sam!" I squealed, "Look how beautiful they are. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you."

Sam looked so amused at my excitement. "Turn around. Let me look at you," she instructed.

As I turned around with tiny little steps, I said, "Please say you like the way they look. Please."

"Yes," said Sam, "You make an adorable sissy."

I could hardly contain my excitement at her compliment. I so wanted to please her, and it appeared that I had.

I took her coat and hung it up and offered to get her anything she wanted, wine, a foot massage, my mouth.

"Wine would be nice," she said, handing me boxes from our favorite Chinese restaurant.

I did my sissy strut all the way to the kitchen and put away the boxes and poured a glass of chilled wine and strutted back to Sam.

"Show me how you walk in those things," Sam told me, and I did what I had been practicing, making sure I clutched at the plug, and walked up and down in front of her. Sam clapped and said, "That's delightful. You make such a good sissy. Now come here. I need to inspect you to make sure that you did a good job. If I find any hairs, I may have to spank my sissy bitch."

That threat made me inhale deeply. How did she know I had shaved myself? I quickly dropped that question in order to take my tiny steps and stand directly in front of Sam. She ran her hands all over my legs, my ass and genitalia, and my torso and told me she was pleased, and I beamed. "You're a natural sissy, but I want you to keep all your hair off every day. Is that understood? I may even want to have all that hair removed permanently." Then she looked at me to gage my reaction. The thought of not having to shave or use a depilatory thrilled me. Sam looked pleased, which pleased me.

"You know sissy, I think I will spank you anyway. Follow me," she commanded, and I followed dutifully with my eyes downcast. She positioned me over the arm of a large overstuffed chair, and started to sensually rub my ass and legs, arousing me greatly. "Now you need to ask me to spank your sissy ass hard," Sam said.

I was confused. I didn't want to be spanked, did I? But something in the way Sam spoke told me that I did, indeed, need to be spanked.

"Sam, please spank me. My sissy ass needs a good hard spanking," I asked her and the request both terrified and thrilled me.

"How many do you need, sissy?"

"As many as you think I need. Please spank me hard," I breathlessly told her, my excitement already building.