Straight to Sissy Ch. 02

Chapter 2 of the adventure. Master has picked me up from my house, introduced me to his cock, and led me back to his home. What's in store for me inside?

He led me inside and turned around to look at me.

"There will be a few rules you'll learn around here," he said, "the first is you'll always be naked or wearing what I've provided you in my house, and you'll always be on all fours. You don't have the privilege to stand in my presence without my permission."

I nodded and said, "yes Sir," getting down to my knees. He towered over me, easily over 6 feet tall, making me feel even smaller and weaker.

He smiled again, the same smile that I was beginning to fear and said, "good boy."

He went into the house as I crawled behind him. I felt pretty ridiculous, crawling naked behind a clothed, grown man, but after his initial treatment of me, it felt somehow right. He lead me to a kitchen and told me to wait. I knelt there for several minutes, feeling an incredible mix of awkwardness and vulnerability you can only feel when you're kneeling naked in a stranger's house.

I heard him call for me from another room and I began crawling to follow the voice. I went down the hall and into his bedroom where he was sitting in a computer chair in front of a large desk. He had taken his jacket and jeans off, leaving just his t-shirt and boxer shorts. He walked behind me and told me to put my hands behind my back. I quickly complied and he took them together, squeezing them with one hand while he tightened a zip-tie around them. It made a menacing screech as my hands were bound into place.

He came in front of me and grabbed my balls as I winced. He slapped me strongly across my face and shouted, "you will not ever try to avoid me if I grab you!"

I nodded submissively as he turned his attention back to my balls. He pulled them down tight away from my body and pulled another zip tie tight around them. They were painfully taught and I realized they'd only get worse over time.

He sat back down in the chair, leaning back as if to admire his simple handiwork. I felt especially helpless now, kneeling there in front of him like that.

He started to take his pants off and his huge dick popped free. It was the first time I could get a good look at it and I thought I was really in for a long night. He gestured under his desk and just simply said, "under!" and I realized what was in store for me. I struggled to maintain my balance and crawl into position. Before I could gain a remotely comfortable position he pulled the chair forward pinning me in. My balls were squeezed under me uncomfortably as I was twisted in at an odd angle. I heard him simply order, "suck," and I leaned in to take his cock into my mouth.

As I started to work on his dick, I could hear him typing on the keyboard and the clicking of the mouse. Again, feeling helpless and deprived, I noticed a heightened sense of hearing and taste. He seemed to precum a lot and it felt sweet and sticky in my mouth. I could hear the familiar sounds of a video game loading and starting up. It was as if he wasn't even paying attention to me! Being a bit of a gamer myself, I realized the act of starting a game could mean I'd be in my predicament for potentially a very long time. Though he seemed uninterested in me, he managed to stay rock hard. I had struggled to force my mouth most of the way down his cock and I worked on it slowly and tediously.

He would let out an occasional moan, giving me reassurance that he at least remembered I was still there as I began to get very sore. There was hardly any room to shift my position and it was difficult to really move anywhere without letting his cock fall out of my mouth which he had sternly told me not to do at the start of it all. So I resigned to my position, realizing this was my fate and I didn't have any other choice.

After about an hour I could hear the sounds of the game closing and I hoped I'd finally be getting a break. This thought of course, only brought me to the realization that a break from sucking meant taking this monster up my virgin ass. But by that point my mouth was so sore it actually sounded like a good idea.

Of course, I was disappointed again as I could hear the sounds of porn playing above me. I could hear a boy squealing and the rhythmic sounds of slapping skin foreshadowing what was about to come. I tried to put the thoughts out of my mind and focus on sucking.

My master was moaning more at this point and soon he started to roll his chair back slowly. He groaned and said, "don't you dare let it come out of your mouth."

I followed it greedily and he led me out from under the desk taking my hair in his hands and starting to work me up and down on his cock. Every once and a while he would force me down further and I'd gag a bit and he'd pull my head back up, but just to the tip holding it in my mouth while I tried to regain my breath. Then he'd force me down again going even deeper. I felt like a rag doll getting my face worked up and down. He kept telling me to look up at him with my eyes and at one point he said he really liked seeing me tear up with his cock down my throat.

Eventually I developed a good rhythm and he leaned back putting his hands behind his head to enjoy my service. I was deepthroating him vigorously as he said, "yeahh, just keep doing that." He leaned back over to the computer and I heard the squealing boy stop. There were a few clicks and then silence. He started to get more verbal saying things like, "keep your eyes up here!" or "take that dick deep in your throat slut." Once and a while he'd lean back and moan and say, "that's a good boy," and I'd feel a sense of accomplishment and a desire to push myself further and deeper despite my continuing discomfort.

Then, I heard another moan. Only this time it came from the computer. It sounded like another man cumming. Then the sound changed and I heard a younger voice exclaim, "nooo wayy bro you've got to see this!" followed by juvenile laughter. I jerked my eyes off my master as I strained to see what was going on, careful not to let his precious cock out of my mouth. He snapped, "that's right! You're on a webcam, now get your eyes back up here!" he came back into focus as I continued forcing his cock in my throat. I could hear the boys roaring with laughter as my face grew red with humiliation.

For a second I thought, he's taken this too far. I felt angry and betrayed. But as I heard the commentary and the name calling and as I looked up at his face I realized I hadn't stopped. Plus what was I supposed to do? I was tied up, my only piece of clothing locked in his car, firmly forced on the ground in front of him. In fact, I realized I had only increased the intensity of the sucking, my helplessness and embarrassment had increased my submission again and I wanted to make him proud.

He too, seemed to want to put on a show and he started to press down on my head and hold his cock deep in my throat forcing me to gag and sputter. The boys loved this and soon started to get ideas of their own. I heard them egging him on, saying, "cockslap that slut!"

Finally, after over two hours with his cock wedged in my mouth, he pulled it out. I felt a brief sense of relief before I was started to my senses. Master was standing up now, actually hitting my cheeks back and forth firmly with his cock. The saliva made a loud slapping noise and made my face sticky and wet. The boys continued to laugh and I heard someone say, "that slut can't even keep her mouth closed!" Embarrassingly, I realized my mouth was still wide open in the same cocksucking position. My jaw was so sore I realized it felt locked open. I thought how ridiculous I probably looked as my master laid his big black meat across my face showing the boys it stretched from my forehead to my mouth. His balls were at my lips so naturally my creative audience yelled, "teabag him! Teabag him!"

I couldn't believe it. My master, of course making it more of a show pulled his balls up and told me to lick them from there. I had to extend my tongue out, struggling to reach them. It was like desperately trying to lick an ice cream cone. Eventually he let me get more of them and soon he was trying to stuff them in my mouth. The boys continued to encourage him and soon my head was tilted back with his nutsack in my mouth and his cock laid across my face slapping lightly. I heard him say suck harder, so I did as I realized I was now quite literally on the receiving end of a typically vulgar juvenile joke, right in front of a group of them. I knew I'd be the laughingstock of whatever school they went to on Monday. It was like something out of a porno, a real life slut getting teabagged and cockslapped all at the same time right in front of them. It seemed cruel but I knew my master was doing this to show me my place. They called me a fucking whore and a dirty slut and I knew they were right.

I heard them tune out and an older, quiet gentleman came on and said, "oh boy what do we have here?"

I was still in a slut position and no matter how normal my master wants me to think this will be, I doubted this was a sight this guy came across often.

He and my master started chatting, explaining that I was his new project to be broken in. The man laughed and said it looked like I was doing a good job so far and I felt another sense of pride. My master patted my head again and said, "he sure is," and asked if he wanted to see how well I can already deepthroat. Of course the man agreed and my master told me to get back to work.

I took his thick cock back into my mouth as he leaned back again. All the humiliation had really started to turn me on and I felt this strange urge to impress my Master. I did my best to get it so deep my nose would touch his pelvis and then I came all the way back out just keeping the head in and tickling it with my tongue. I started to go a little faster with my throatfucking and he seemed to be enjoying it, moaning and holding my head down for longer in the down strokes. As I was starting to tire again, he ordered, "faster!" and I strained to comply. I could hear the strange webcam man breathing heavily now too, getting close to his own orgasm.

The man muttered, "choke that slut," and I soon found myself forced down on his cock for longer and longer periods. He would hold the back of my head with his cock down my throat until I would choke. But he would keep holding and I would keep choking. Every once and a while he'd let me up to catch my breath, but then he'd push me back down again.

"Breathe through your nostrils, relax your throat," he instructed. I tried to listen to his advice and I realized it was getting a little easier. I could barely breathe with his dick lodged in my throat but I started to manage. After a couple of minutes, I'd try to take a bigger breath and I'd end up swallowing on his cock forcing me to gag and sputter a bit. I'd feel his dick throb and pulse against my throat every time I did.

"Yeah swallow my dick slave, I like that."

I struggled on his cock as he kept my head in place and I realized what he was doing. Not only was he teaching me to deepthroat him, but to actually learn how to swallow his cock. He held my head in place as I began contracting my throat on his cock to please him. It took some practice but I was able to develop a rhythm of breathing and swallowing and I was delighted to feel his cock twitching after each swallow. Soon, I felt him take his hands off my head and lean back and I knew I had to keep up the swallowing.

"That's it, nurse my cock you slut. Keep your eyes up here!"

I struggled to look up as I continued trying to relax my throat. I must have been a pretty sight, hands bound behind my back, on my knees, literally gagging myself to keep his cock in my throat, tearing up as I stared up at my Master. I heard the man on the webcam finally cum.

"That was quite the show!" he said. "Do you have any plans for this one?"

Master leaned forward to talk more directly into the camera. I choked and sputtered as he held my head firmly in place with his cock still wedged down my throat.

"Not in particular, I just needed a new set of holes to milk my cock once and awhile," I heard him respond. I was able to refocus on my struggled breathing and I felt the feeling of a slut burning inside me as they continued to talk about me as if I wasn't even there.

"I think she'd make a fine little sissy slut. She's got the perfect body for it and she seems to be perfectly malleable. Not to mention that tiny dick would look so cute locked up!"

I shuddered at the thought, but then to my surprise I heard my Master say, "You know I kind of like that idea, what do you think faggot? Do you want to be my personal girly slut?"

He finally released my head and pulled his cock out, smearing it across my face as I gasped for air. He looked down at me, waiting for my response. I hesitated, unsure of what to say. Even though I couldn't deny that I had enjoyed sucking his cock, I wasn't sure I wanted to give up all control not to mention my masculinity to this man. Suddenly I felt a hard sting on my cheek as he slapped his rod across my face. "Wrong answer!" he yelled.

I heard the man on the webcam chuckle and I looked down at the ground sheepishly. "Eyes back up here slut!"

I quickly glanced back up again, my eyes now wide with fear and embarrassment. "You want to please me, don't you slut?" he asked.

Nodding, I quietly responded, "Yes Sir."

He laughed and said, "Well then it doesn't really matter what you think then does it?"

"No Sir."

"Good girl. You can get back to work now. Why don't you suck on my balls for a while?"

I leaned back down, shuddering at the thought of being turned into a girl and started licking his sack, rolling his huge balls around with my tongue.

"Yeah that's it sissy, now take them in your mouth. Both of them."

I pushed one in and opened my mouth wider as I struggled to get at the other. He helped me a bit and pushed it in and I closed my lips tight trying to keep them contained. He rested his long rod across my face and looked down at me.

"Now suck on them baby, that's a sissy's favorite pacifier, a set of big black balls in her mouth."

Master turned his attention back to the webcam. "Really, thanks for the idea. Where are you from? I wouldn't mind sharing her with you after I've trained her a bit more since you've helped."

"I'm in New York, not far from the New York border."

I let out a little groan, sensing my future.

"Wow, that's lucky! We're not far from there," Master said. "We should definitely keep in touch!"

"I'll shoot you an email," the stranger replied. "Thanks again! Have fun with the rest of your night with that little bitch."

"Oh I will," Master smiled, "I'm about to finalize my ownership of her and load that tight pussy with cum."

"That cunt has no idea how lucky she is!" He said as he signed off.

I didn't feel lucky. I had spent close to three hours bound and on my knees with my head buried in my Master's cock. While I loved that slutty feeling inside of me, I thought maybe it would be best to work as hard as I could for his cum tonight and just try to get out of there as soon as I could. I was pretty terrified at the sound of where this was heading.