The Only Cock You'll Ever Need

How is a sissy like you single?

I rolled my eyes at the message, all done up with mascara for a night of girly fun. Two things I learned quickly when presenting feminine online. One: creepy guys are creepy. And oblivious! I had heard of course, in general and from friends, the horrors of DM messages from random guys all the time. But it is...wild. Aggressive immediately, instantly sexual, having demands for you from the beginning. Girls, they just don't get enough credit for what they deal with. Don't get me wrong, I've met plenty of wonderful men as Rory, some even in person. But the creepy ones...shiver...are something else.

Two: 99.99999999999% of messages from a 'dominant' woman are trying to scam you. Or rob you. Or "offer their dominating services which are totally legit". Please. I prefer the creepy men, at least they're honest with what they want from me. Why would I want to pay for the 'opportunity' to express a side of myself, to submit either as a man or a sissy, to embrace and experience a submissive environment that we all crave. Just seems like people trying to take advantage of the desperate, the lonely, and those filled with shame from a society that has deemed their kinks weird or unmanly.

Needless to say, I hated those messages.

So of course readingHow is a sissy like you single? made me pass over it like all the others, just another dead end that leads to a credit card. Yet a few days later, bored at home, my clit snugly sitting in its cage, days of denial playing havoc on my brain, I decided to poke at the rabbit hole.

What makes you think I'm single?

Not expecting a response, I moved on to scroll through Fetlife, commenting on all the cute outfits I kept seeing. Kinky people are great, sharing these wonderful moments in their lives. My favourite were the couples, just living their lives, each having this unique approach to happiness that they decided to broadcast to the world. Okay, more like a few hundred strangers, but still! It always made me smile.

Within an hour or so, my secret admirer returned a message.

Your profile, you little brat.

I glared at my screen. Just because I AM a brat, doesn't mean strangers get to call me that! My interest piqued, I clicked on their profile, seeing who my new tormenter truly was. Not shockingly, she was gorgeous. Dominant, with few pictures that most likely were stolen from the internet. Starting to look...suspicious.

However, she was also following few people, friends with even fewer, and didn't seem to be spamming messages all the time. Interesting. After reverse searching their profile pic, nothing immediately came up. Doubly interesting. With a giggle, I dove in, determined to live up to the title she had so graciously donned on my shoulders.

Well excuuuse me, most beautiful women don't read my profile.

This one did. You're cute.

Cute for a brat I suppose.

Such a brat. So why are you single?

Because I want to be? I don't know, people are weird about me being masc and femme all the time.

Hmmmm, sorry to hear that sweetie. Are you looking for a keyholder? Domme? Partner?

I guess? I hadn't given it much thought, to be honest. All of the above, I suppose, but probably the first two moreso than the third.

Lucky me then. You should let me buy you coffee.

You can't just ask to buy me coffee!

Why not?

Becaaaause I just met you? How do I even know that is really you, miss hot af Domme woman on the internet?

A hesitation. HA! Forced to re-group due to my excessive and impressive wit. Truly, the genius of my own imagination shocked me from time to time, always able to outsm-

She sent a photo.

Fuck me she sent a photo! Black glasses, framing the dominating glare on her face perfectly. Beautiful eyebrows, oh my poor straining clitty were they beautiful, seeming to match perfectly to the rest of her. Wearing a hoodie, no make-up, casually sitting on the couch I assumed, it was a real, genuine photo.

Fuck.

Does that satisfy your paranoia that I am fake, Rory?

Maybe a little...

As punishment for your bratty behaviour, I'd like you to call me Miss Bala.

What does it mean?

What does it mean...

I huffed, sticking my tongue out at my screen.

What does your name mean, MISS BALA???

It is unisex mostly, derived from a goddess.

Wow :).

Impressed?

I mean kinda...Miss Bala.

See, that wasn't so hard. Look at you being a good girl.

It happens from time to time.

More and more if I have a say in it. So are you going to leave me hanging, or do I get my own verification picture?

I have like 200 on my bio!

Seems only fair though, doesn't it Rory?

Hmph.

I sighed, realising she was right. I owed Miss Bala that much, wow did I enjoy saying that name. It just rolled off the tongue.Bala. Balaaaaaaaaaaaaa. I took a few photos, making sure to have just the right amount of sass in my lips, sending it off to my new, bossy friend.

There we go. You look cute in that outfit.

...That didn't make me blush.

Lying already are we? Tsk tsk.

You have no proof.

Well, agree to meet me for coffee, and I will get some.

Dammit. That was smooth.

I submit, Miss Bala. I will get coffee with you :).

Good girl, Rory. I'm glad. As punishment for your earlier brattiness, I'd like you to not cum until we meet.

WHAT!?

You heard me.

But I've already been caged for four days!!

Then you will be extra motivated to meet.

Grrrrrrrr. That's not fair Miss Bala :(.

When is being a sissy ever fair, my dear?

I actually whined at my screen. How dare she! We didn't even know each other, and she expected me to stay denied for however much longer!? I already was super grumpy, each morning waking up in a bewildered state of frustration.

I'm worth it, my dear Rory. You can do it.

UGH! Fiiiine. I will be a good girl until we meet Miss Bala.

And you will be caged for coffee.

Oh come onnnnnnnnnnnnnn. Please don't do this to me! I'm going to be straining the entire time we talk...

Perfect.

You're mean!

You have no idea my dear. But I promise you, worth it.

Hmph!

I will be caged for coffee, Miss Bala.

Such a good girl. Are you free this Saturday?

I am free right now?

Rory...

Okay fiiine, yes I am free.

Good. I will send you an address. Wear a pink shirt, and keep your eyes the same as you have them tonight. I like them.

Are you always so bossy?

Only when I know someone likes it.

...

See you Saturday, Rory. Be a good girl.

*sigh*, yes Miss Bala.

By the time I awoke on Saturday, my time caged had reached eight days. EIGHT DAYS!! Grumpy, whining as I humped the air, trying to calm the straining I felt between my legs, I eventually pulled myself into the bathroom to get ready. I did my eyes up like she asked, always loving the transformation of them once they were curled and coloured.

I chose a gender neutral pink top I liked to wear when I floated between masculine and feminine, ignoring the slutty denied voice in my head that was trying to veer me into a different direction. Coffee, I reminded myself, it was coffee. My nails were done in a light, pastel pink, wanting to impress. Sliding on some black tights and a pair of cute denin shorts, I floated out of the door as I left, far more excited for today than I thought I'd be.

Miss Bala hadn't sent another message after that night, wanting to remain mysterious I suppose. Well it worked, my poor imagination driving me crazy over who she was, or what exactly 'coffee' was going to entail. Assertive, dominant, with a glare that was just the perfect amount of beautiful. So beautiful, in fact, that I would have to try my very best to place it on her face by being a brat.Sigh, being a brat was such hard work.

As I strolled into the coffee house she suggested, a little quaint quiet place, I noticed her immediately. She was hard to miss! Long legs elegantly placed in front of her, she looked like a lost member of royalty. What did she want with me!? Feeling out of place, and suddenly self-conscious, I awkwardly shuffled over to her chair, blushing under the scrutiny she had already directed towards me.

Standing up, Miss Bala embraced me, a hug that sent shivers down my body. Even without heels, she was taller than me. Taller. Than. Me. I was swooning before I had even sat down, crossing my legs as cute as I knew how, certain parts of being feminine were still a mystery to me. How did so many women get their legs to look so pretty all crossed up like that?

Staring me down, the knowing smirk growing on her face, Miss Bala finally broke the painfully awkward silence between us.

"You look nervous sweetie." I blushed, focusing hard on my twiddling fingers in an attempt to soothe my frantic mind.

"I, uh, don't meet many dominant women for coffee." Which was indeed true. Dominant women were, to put it mildly, fucking terrifying. They seemed to steal the words right out of my head, always leaving me as a bumbling moron, sifting through the conversation as best I could.

Miss Bala's smirk only grew, her foot playfully teasing up and down my leg, my poor clit spasming from being so close to her. I really was a mess. After twenty minutes I had calmed myself down, only had a semi-noticable blush, and could actually talk and converse with her. My clit was still pulsing away, threatening to expose itself through my tiny shorts, but you can't ask for everything.

Miss Bala was surprisingly very down to earth. She enjoyed many aspects of BDSM, but domination topped the list. After many different dynamics and relationships with women, she decided to try a different approach with men. Finding submissives of all types, before being drawn to the allure of the idea of sissies. I mean who wouldn't, we're great!

I shared my own experiences, good and bad, and what I enjoyed most about submitting to the right person. We talked about cages, chastity, denial, bondage, teasing, clothes, you name it. The time seemed to fly by, feeling so connected and at ease with this mysterious woman. I couldn't help but share with her, emptying my thoughts as she intently stared back, those eyes framed expertly by her glasses.

After a few hours and a few coffee's, Miss Bala smiled at me, a knowing smile I did not know the origin of. "You know Rory. I have a rather beautiful outfit I bought a few years ago that no longer fits me, which would be better suited to your body type." I gulped, wilting underneath that mischievous, enticing glint in her eyes. "Well, you'd have to come back to my place to see it for yourself. Explaining it just wouldn't do it justice..."

I glared at her. She knew how much I liked outfits! My body and mind felt torn, wanting desperately for this meeting not to end, yet unsure if I was ready to pursue this further in her own place. "Ummm, well. H-how far is it?"

"Oh, just a short walk from here sweetie." I felt like someone being approached by a vampire late at night, the allure in the air, slowly moving ever closer to the door frame, inviting them inside. Except she was the one inviting me, back to her lair, in broad daylight. You know how you watch a horror movie and always complain about them being so dumb? Turns out...quite realistic.

"Okay." I demurely followed her out of the coffee house, blushing as she had me take her arm as we walked. I only half listened as Miss Bala pointed out some local shops she enjoyed, or a park with a beautiful path through it, my clit straining against my mind and my shorts desperately. Eight days was a lot for a girl to take!

True to her word, soon I was ushered up an elevator to her apartment. There was no lair, no evil hideout, just a cozy place well tailored to her interests and needs. Miss Bala placed me on the couch, saying she would get the outfit. Knees together, rocking back and forth as I ignored the aching between my legs, my eyes scanned the room for clues to this beautiful, dominant woman.

Returning quickly, I whimpered at the dress in her arms. Transparent pink latex, with a darker shade of pink outlining the waist, sleeves, and collar. The shoulders had a bit of poofyness to them which I thought was adorable, the skirt an appropriate length. At the front of the collared neck, built into the dress, was a circular metal ring, perfect for attaching a leash to. I loved it so fucking much.

"Wow..."

"Isn't it pretty? I haven't worn it since I lost some weight, but it would fit your bigger frame perfectly sweetie." I ran my fingers over the dress, my eyes wide with imagination of how I'd look in it. Miss Bala smiled, seeing my excitement. "So?"

"So?"

"Would you like to try it on? I even have some cute stockings to go with it." I stifled a moan, my face giving away how eager I was to do just that. But I couldn't wear a transparent latex dress in front of someone I just met, right? That is at least a third date thing.

Turns out, when you have been caged for eight days, and generally a complete sissy slut...it is more of a casual coffee date thing.

My face burning, I stripped out of my outfit, Miss Bala helping fold my clothes on her coffee table. Soon standing in just my panties, I slid her white stockings up my legs. She tutted as they were in place, a garter in her hands to hold them up. "Hmmmm, I'm afraid your panties are just the wrong colour for the dress. Give them to me please." I whimpered, the tone in her voice leaving no room for argument. I slid them slowly down my legs, knowing full well the growing wet spot that had accumulated from my excitement.

Miss Bala smirked as I placed them in her outstretched hand, silently letting me know she had noticed my poor clit's response to being in her presence. Quickly stepping into the garter, I felt the familiar feeling of the straps against my legs, none of which was helping with my leaking cage. I was hopeless.

Soon, I found myself biting my tongue to stop a constant stream of moans, as Miss Bala rubbed oil over my chest and arms. I had very little experience with latex, but as I slid into the dress, I instantly fell in love. Snug and fitting me quite well, I whined as she zipped me into the outfit, feeling it everywhere all at once. Tight against my neck, tight against my chest, and tight against my tummy, I giggled once she stepped away, twirling back and forth.

"It is perfect, Rory. Just perfect." Miss Bala ran her hands over me in certain places, helping to smooth out the dress until it sat flat against me. I could feel my clit leaking at this point, but I had passed the point of caring, lost in that feminine euphoria that came with certain outfits. Continuing to giggle, I gave her a cute little curtsy, loving the looks she was sending my way.

She took my hand, leading me to her bathroom, sitting patiently as she took out some make-up. Soon my lips were covered in a matching pink, some eye shadow enhancing my mascara as well. My hands in my lap, legs together, I felt myself fall into that submissive side of myself, staring up at Miss Bala. She returned the long, lingering gaze, her finger gently and delicately tracing along my jaw.

"Such a beautiful sissy, my dear." Leaning down slowly, she planted a kiss on my lips, receiving a moan as she pulled away, torn from my open mouth. "I have one more surprise for you, if you'd like to see it?" I nodded, knowing I wanted everything and more from her at this point, giving myself to the moment.

I was brought into her bedroom, sitting on the bed as I watched her. Sliding off her dress, soon she was in her own stockings and garters, a beautiful corset excentuating her look. Turning around, throwing a wink at me over her shoulder, I whimpered as I watched her panties slowly slide down her legs, enticingly wiggling her ass in my direction. I wanted to service her more than anything in the world.

"Ready for your surprise, my sissy?" I whined, nodding profusely. Smiling, Miss Bala slowly turned around, revealing the surprise she had in store for me.

A cock.

A real cock.

Her cock.

My heart jumped in my throat, feeling my poor clit smash against the cage, so desperate to cum. Holy fuck that was a big, beautiful cock. I wanted it. I needed it. Miss Bala, a tinge of insecurity in her eyes, slowly walked towards me. "Do you like it, Rory?"

I answered in the only way I knew how, sinking to my knees in front of her, staring directly into those questioning, beautiful eyes, and kissed her cock. One kiss, gentle, and right on the tip. It twitched in response, life flowing into it as it grew. So I kissed it again, daring her cock to show me its full, wonderful glory.

"I love it, Miss Bala." She smiled down at me, her confidence returning to her, those eyes of steel once more taking me in.

"Good, my dear. That's very good. I needed to hear that from you. Because I am going to show you a truth about yourself. A truth I knew the minute I saw that adorable, little clit of yours." Bending down, Miss Bala kissed me deeply, ensuring she had my full attention.

"This," she emphasised, her hand slowly stroking her now fully erect cock. "This is the only cock you will ever need." I moaned, loudly like the excitable little sissy slut that I was, knowing she was right. Knowing the ache that I felt in my clit was exactly what I needed. Knowing I should be caged for the rest of my life. Knowing that I'd trade any form of freedom to worship the beautiful woman, and the beautiful cock, before me.

Miss Bala continued to kiss me, to completely dominate my will, putting me in my place. "And if you want to play with it. If you want me to fuck you with it. If you want to serve it, and me...you will leave here without control of your own." I didn't even blink.

Soon, Miss Bala moaned above me, her cock sliding between my pink lips, my eyes rolling every time she gripped and pulled my hair. I savoured the taste, the texture, the girth of this amazing woman. I could suck this beautiful cock for hours, allowing her to push in and out of me with a vigorous need. It appeared, I wasn't the only one who had denied themselves before our coffee date.

Rubbing my tongue as best I could, I sat happily through my face fucking. Staring up at Miss Bala, seeing the relief in her face, I didn't wait long before I saw her twitch and moan, her face lit up in esctasy, cum flooding into my mouth. A lot of cum! Jets of the stuff, each one forcefully leaving her body, her grip on my hair not relenting in the slightest. I swallowed just a tiny bit so it wouldn't overflow from my mouth, wanting to show her what a good girl I was.

Shivering, smiling with relief, Miss Bala slowly pulled out of me. I giggled, my mouth still quite full, leaving it open to show her the orgasm she had left coating my tongue. Nodding at me, she watched as I swallowed, her eyes sparkling as she watched her cum disappear down my throat. I fucking loved it. I wanted more. Hungrily, I licked and sucked her cock clean, taking it as deep as I possibly could, until all that was left on her was my own saliva, connected to my lips like puppet strings.

"That," she said, her voice still coming to her, "was the best orgasm I've ever had." I giggled, my eyes dancing in the hopes she let me do it again. Miss Bala bent down, kissing my lips deeply, forcing moans out of me with each passing second. She was such a good kisser, I could only thank I was already on my knees, knowing they would have given out. Pulling away, both of us wanting more, she hooked a finger in the ring on my dress, guiding me to the bed.