Thank You

Hmmm... where to start? What should I say here? I don't want to be cruel in what I have to tell you. Not cruel like you have been to me. In fact, I am actually grateful for all that you have done for me. Had you not been as cruel as you have been of late, I would have been perfectly happy to have this go on and on. I love being your sissy. It was actually the realization of all my deepest fantasies when you took charge of my life and made me one. I really have to thank you for all that you have done for me. Even for my tits.

Thinking about all of this turns me on. Even now. It makes my nipples perk up and it makes my cock hard. I like how that feels against my panties. You never seemed to realize just how much of a turn on this has been for me. You thought I would be shamed by it and that you could use my sissification to break me. Why did you misunderstand me so? This could have been much more fun for the two of us if you showed me even a just a little bit more respect. Ah well, you didn't and now I must leave.

It all started well enough. You knew my job was killing me. I had really lost all interest in the work and I was getting stale at the job. That didn't diminish my responsibilities or the pressure I was under in the office. I felt very trapped by it all. You were always a take charge woman and I knew you disliked my powerlessness.

So, when you began to be more assertive in our relationship I was only too happy to let you. I guess you mistook that as a further sign of weakness on my part and used it as an excuse to take over my life. Did you really think I didn't realize what was going on? Hell, I relished it!

That day you demanded I "prove my loyalty to you" by wearing your panties into work was the start of a great adventure for me. Far from being humiliated by it, I was really turned on. I was also very much distracted from the boring work at the office. It was truly a relief. I also felt very happy to wear them because it was our little secret and it also meant you were paying more attention to me.

Soon the panties were followed by the nylons and garter belt. When you saw how compliant I was with it all you bumped it up to include the negligee as well. I supposed you thought I would blanche at the prospect of being found out at work. Hardly. If anyone there actually cared enough to actually look at me that closely I would have been happy to have their attention. Besides, what is the worst they could have done, fire me?

Sure, that would have been a pain. But then I would have been able to sue their asses off is they tried something like that. I have a strong enough character that I would not have been too embarrassed by that sort of discrimination to call them on it. You missed that too.

I have to tell you that I really enjoyed it when you insisted I begin calling you Mistress whenever we were at home. Then came insisting I wear only feminine things at home too. I nearly swooned when you told me I had to do my face up and that you were going to teach me how to put on my own make-up.

You took my sexual excitement as further proof that I "wasn't much of a man." Boy, were you wrong. I was just enjoying living out a fantasy. I basked in the attention that your teaching me to be a sissy entailed. I must admit, you really threw yourself into the task.

That weekend you had me stay "en femme" was great! An inner fantasy come to life! I loved the way you controlled me. Yes, I am submissive by nature. That doesn't mean I am weak. You missed that. I guess you only had those porn videos to teach you about being dominant. Dearest, those aren't the real thing. Oh, it was fine for a while. You certainly could do the bitch goddess quite well.

I got a real kick out of scurrying to obey your every order and whim. It was the least that I could do. I figured that it was your fantasy to be treated that way just as it was mine to be feminized and dominated. So, I was only too happy to oblige.

At first I thought this wouldn't last. That you would tire of it eventually. That you would see through my submission and realize that I was actually enjoying it all. Yet, you didn't. Instead you escalated things. I loved every minute of it. Well, maybe not every minute but enough of them to make it worth it.

That weekend en femme was soon followed by your having me take a week's vacation to be en femme all the time. God! That was great. A whole week! A whole week of submissiveness. I could dress up each day and prance around the house in all my silky underthings. I loved it!

It really was a vacation for me. I was able to change my focus entirely. I put my everyday life out of my mind and completely focused on being a pretty sissy and on pleasing you, my mistress. It was such a joy to be so carefree.

The sex was good too. I really love going down on you. Always have. Yet, until you took charge of our sex life you seemed almost uninterested in my efforts to please you. Once you assumed command though, you tried using sex as a weapon to control me. I loved that too. It was such a turn on to be "forced" to deny my self pleasure and transfer all that erotic energy to you. You thought that you were subjugating me through this. Well, perhaps, but I loved it anyway.

Now instead of a disinterested woman, I had a supercharged sex kitten who was very demanding. I was only too happy to meet those demands too! I loved having to fluff out my skirts so that I could kneel before you and then bury my face in your pussy. You looked so sexy in your high heels, nylons, garters and leather skirt.

You would laugh at me as I worked my tongue across your clit. There I was in my maid's outfit, a completely feminized sissy, kneeling before his mistress to please her sexually. You saw a broken, spineless wimp. I saw a man strong enough to submit and live out his fantasies.

When you surprised me that night with a strap-on under your skirt I squealed with glee! I had been wondering how to broach that fantasy to you but you did it for me! God, how I wanted you to fuck me. Yet, I held back. I figured that this was part of the fantasy for you that I resist. I was actually so overcome that it would have been hard for me to tell you any of this at that moment. I really didn't get a chance to do much talking anyway as you were soon ramming that thing down my throat.

You laughed at the way I gagged on it. Actually, with just a slight shift in angle on your part I could have been throating that dildo with little problem. Later, when you bent me over to fuck me, it was truly a dream come true for me. There I was, dressed up like an overgrown teen slut in my knee highs, cotton panties, and "training bra," with my skirt hiked up over my butt, and you taking aim with your strap-on at my virgin ass.

Yeah, I am a twisted fuck, I'll admit that. I actually got off on the pain of it as you rammed into me. I felt so powerless and so completely dominated by you. I loved that. You were so strong and commanding that night. I felt so secure under that sort of strength. Ah, if only you had the real strength of character to back up all the attitude.

After that night, things changed really fast. You took your fucking me as all the proof you needed that I was a completely broken man and a total sissy. You also took charge of every aspect of my life. I was only too grateful for what you did and wanted more. You had just gotten that promotion you were after and the hefty raise that came with it. My job had dead ended so when you demanded I quit it all to become your sissy maid on a fulltime basis I was only too happy to oblige!

I was very happy that our little arrangement turned you on enough that you wanted to make me a "kept woman." I figured that after a few months of this you would want me to go back to work to ease the pressure on you. Instead you were on this power trip and took your domination of me even further.

After a month of living fulltime as your sissy maid I began to notice some changes. I may be submissive, but I am not stupid. "Vitamins?" Who were you kidding? Sure, I knew I needed to diet. Now that I was living at home I knew I would fatten up unless I was really careful. Besides, I wanted to fit into those clothes as well. So, I was more than happy to diet and do all those weight reduction exercises. I saw right through the whole "vitamin pill" regimen. I know what vitamin pills look like. I also know what they taste like too!

I was living my fantasy though and thought, what the Hell, I'll give it a shot. Whatever they do, it can always be reversed. I even went so far as to find the bottle they came in to get the prescription information. I looked a few things up on the Web and then called a doctor here in town who works with male to female transsexuals.

I got all the info I needed from him. I even got some better hormones than the ones you were using. It was no small thing to substitute them without your finding out. This way though, the dosage was correct for my body chemistry and I didn't wind up frying my liver in the process.

After a couple of months on these things we both began to notice the differences. My body was changing into something more feminine. My nipples, always wired right to my cock, now were super sensitive. Damn, I loved that! The way the bras you had me wear rubbed my nipples would drive me wild. You knew that too. I really liked how you would play with my nipples and torment me with them.

You would rub them and rub them and rub them until I was in a frenzy. All the while talking so dirty to me and calling me all sorts of sissy names. I've always liked verbal and wished you would talk to me more during our sex play. Now you were doing it in spades. A pity you couldn't distinguish between hot, sex talk, and actual truths. But it was hot when you were doing it and I've always liked thinking with my dick anyway so I left you to it.

In a flash the first six months of this went by. I was in something of an erotic haze. All the constant sex play and stimulation with only the rare release for me, kept me in an almost euphoric state. The Prozac you were slipping me must have helped that too. What else did you use? Oh sure, I had an idea you were doing that when you told me I should do something about my "moodiness."

That was actually my first time out of the house en femme. You took me to see a psychiatrist friend of yours to "help me with my problem." No surprise that she turned out to prescribe a whole range of "happy pills" to keep me docile and pliant. Had I taken all of those like the good little sissy then I would have been in a stupor all day and night. Instead, I looked them all up on the computer while you were at work, found their effects, and adjusted my dosage accordingly. I still did take them but not as often as that doctor of yours prescribed. What can I say, I liked the buzz they gave me. I've always wanted to see what it would be like to be high for so long and not have to worry about the consequences. So, what better time to do it then when I was "forced" to be a home all the time. It was a wonderful floating time.

I wasn't really surprised when you told me you were dating other men. For one thing, you had drugged me off into my own little world. You also began to lose interest in me sexually now that you thought I was this broken little wimp of a man. Oh well, your loss. I was quite content with the way things were going.

You were still in charge of my sex, controlling where and when I could climax, and your having me service you sexually whenever you wanted it kept me sexually focused. It was a nice balance. I even got a perverse thrill out of you coming home to me after you had a night on the town. The thought of you having just been in another man's bed and now being with me was so kinky. Especially when you had me go down on you to lick out all of his cum from your freshly fucked pussy. What a kick!

Soon after that you started up with the butt plugs for me. You had already graduated to that bigger strap-on and now you bought an even bigger one. I was only too happy to "accommodate" you in your desires. By then you had also learned some things about fucking a man. I had learned some things too. I welcomed your having me plug myself because that allowed me the time to massage myself open enough to take the plug and also allowed me to make sure I was lubricated enough as well. This made your fucking me a whole lot more enjoyable. Now there was little, if any, pain when you first rammed into me. I could get into the plowing so much faster and I really liked that. I guess that was part of your plan too.

You would tease me with that strap-on and make me beg you to fuck me with it. I was usually so hot for it I would beg my heart out for you to fuck me. You really reinforced that by making the times you fucked me the only time I could climax. Now I really looked forward to getting plowed.

Combine that with your "forcing" me to "suck your cock" and to lick other guy's cum from your pussy soon had me in the mindset of actually trying a real cock. You tried humiliating me by threatening to do just that. So, I wasn't surprised when you started inviting your boyfriends over on your nights out.

Yes, it was humiliating to have other people see me like this. Humiliating in a sexy way that wound up turning me on like nothing else. No, I didn't care for some of the guys you brought home. They seemed so crude and petty. If you selected them just on the basis of how poorly they would treat me then you succeeded in that. Far from being further broken by this I just took it as your poor taste in men. I felt no competition from these "men." They were crude, uneducated, and petty. They didn't get it either.

I guess you had to look real hard to find a guy who would actually get into this whole thing with you. Not many "straight" guys would want another man to suck their cocks. Even a sissified and feminized man. How many did you have to go through before you found Taylor? A lot I'd guess. Well, it was worth it. I really liked Taylor. He was just as kinky as I am. His cock was also beautiful. I was expecting you to pull something like this on me sometime, I just didn't know which one of your dates it would be.

Taylor seemed almost eager to see how your little sissy would take to being "forced" to suck his cock while you watched. Another example of my debasement for you but another fantasy come true for me. All that practice on your strap-ons paid off that night. I throated his cock like some back alley pro. I really was proud of myself. I know what it feels like to get a good blow job (something you never could quite master) so I did my best to be sure I was giving one to him.

Taylor was fun, for a first timer. Steve though, Steve was much more than fun. He was a real find. Not only would he let your sissy maid suck his cock -- he even wanted to fuck your sissy too! That was really something. You had been "threatening" me with this for months. Teasing me about it. Telling me how worthless a man I was for even allowing the possibility it might happen. It was a good thing you had locked my cock down in that chastity cage or else it would have betrayed me right then and there.

It took you some time to set it up but I'll give you points for persistence. You finally did find a guy who was interested in you and wouldn't mind doing something a bit more "kinky." By then I had been on those "vitamins" for almost a year and a half.

With what little money I had left in my savings account you had made me buy an entirely new feminine wardrobe and then you threw out all my male clothes. No big loss, I had slimmed down so much that none of them would have fit me anyway. Besides, I really liked the clothes that I had bought. I now had outfits that were better than yours anyway. I always did have a eye for that. A pity you never let me dress you. Anyway, back to Steve.

The week leading up that night had been particularly harsh. Not only had you been incessant in your sexual demands, but you also began flogging and caning me on a daily basis instead of just during our SM sessions on the weekends. Far from breaking me this just kept me in an almost over-stimulated state the entire time. I was literally ready for anything the night you brought him over.

You had had me dress in my sexiest fetish French Maid's outfit. I really like that dress. The skirt is soo short, I hardly have to bend over very far for it to show my ass. You had me wear a new pair of seemed nylons and my garters with the pink bows on each strap. I was also in my pink satin corset that was drawing me in to almost breathless proportions. I loved the feel of that around my sides. My hair had grown out to the point that I no longer needed a wig and I was long past the point of being awkward in putting on my own makeup. I did look flawless even if I do say so myself.

A vision of sissified femininity and all packaged for a good fuck. I had some idea that this would be the night because you had me plug myself earlier in the day with an extra large dildo but then had me remove it just before he came over. This was replaced with one of those female condoms so that I was immediately accessible and so that no one would need a rubber before they took me. I was hot, primed, lubed, and ready to go. Steve could sense this immediately.

It was all he could do to keep his hands off of me when I answered the door that evening. I wanted him so bad. But, I stayed in role and played the docile sissy to my dominant mistress. You looked pretty good that night. Good but not great. All those long days at the office were starting to show on you. You were getting a bit pudgy even then. Still though, you had the attitude and the charm to overcome all that. You took charge right off and soon you and Steve were upstairs in our bedroom going at it.

Sure enough, after I had heard you climax three or four times I then heard you ringing the "maid's bell" for me to come rushing in to attend to your commands. I had just finished putting a nice coat of lip gloss on my red coated lips so I know they looked particularly succulent as I entered the room.

You were laying there in the bed, obviously very well fucked by him, and you had Steve get up out of the bed and stand beside you. I remember it well. First you had me kneel by the bedside as you shifted around and presented me with your pussy. The sex smell was wonderfully heady. I eagerly began lapping your juices as soon as you gave me the command to do so. All too soon though you pushed me off of your lower lips and turned me to face Steve's wonderful cock.

Kneeling there in my French Maid's uniform, my high heels pressed into my garter belt covered ass, and my cock painfully caged in its chastity belt, I was face to face with Steve's cock. It was still glistening with your juices and there was even a strand of precum beginning to drool from its tip. It was all I could do not to quickly lean in and lick that strand up before if fell on to the carpet and was lost to me.

Instead, I remained the submissive little sissy and awaited my mistress's command to take Steve's cock into my sissy mouth. Even with the licking I had just given your pussy I knew my lips were still nicely made up and glistening. I did not have long to wait for you really enjoy watching me such another man's cock. Shortly you got your show. My cheeks would bulge outward as I took his shaft past my lips. God, I loved this! The perversity of it was wonderful.

Everything in me was tingling. My cock was painfully hardening, my nipples were so damned hard I thought they would burst through my uniform! I started rocking back and forth and was soon completely throating his cock and burying my face in his pubes. You laughed at that. You said I was a sissy faggot. That I was not a real man at all. That I deserved what had happened to me. I was too far gone enjoying Steve's cock in my mouth to much care what you were saying. Soon though, you stopped my fun.