Sissy Male in a Cage

This sissy slave is suffering in the wrong way.

Mistress used to enjoy seeing her “little bitch” dress, do her hair and makeup. Mistress criticized everything she did and made her do it again. Sissy was often spanked.

Now Mistress seems bored with her sissy slave. Hasn’t even used a strap-on with her for a week.

If a sissy’s Mistress Owner grows bored with it what will happened to the poor thing.

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Sissy Husband’s Corner Time

Poor sissy hubby. It seems he can never do right. Every day he seems to spend time in the corner.

His cornertime lasts for an hour. As he stands there he hears his Mistress and her friend talk about what an inadequate male he is. From his tiny penis to his inability to follow orders properly.

Then he is spanked. Sissy husband is a failure in every way.

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Cuckolded Husband Becomes a Man’s Sissy Sex Slave

A Different Kind of Cuckolded Feminized Husband

by Daydremer

Walking into the bedroom where I’d just changed into my costume, Debra looked me over with approval. “That Little Orphan Annie” outfit is just the thing for you.

I smiled in agreement. “Thanks. It fits very well which is surprising. Since Annie was an immature girl, I don’t need to wear a bra. What a relief!”

Now it was my turn to check out my wife’s outfit. Deb is not a big busted gal, which is one of the things that drew me to her. I mean, how much tit can a guy get into his mouth anyway. Her nipples were extra large which really made for some passionate sucking. We both got off on that!

Seeing her in the Marilyn Monroe outfit she looked even sexier than the blond bombshell had looked when she was alive. While a woman’s face, and figure are important in attracting men, her personality can really make the difference. This was another aspect that drew me to Deb, back in our dating days.

Her personality! For me the combination of naiveté, shyness, and feminine helplessness that she put on so well, distracted most from the dominant woman inside.

These matched my one open and closed sides very well. Her shy girl vs my pushy masculine while her dominance vs my femme side made us perfect for each other. Few were privy to our less-seen sides.

“Ready to go?” I asked.

“As ready as ever,” she said grabbing my ass while we were walking out the door.

I put on a girlish giggle and wiggled my butt in response.

“Perfect! Just what Paul needs.” I heard her whisper to herself. Whatever could she have meant by that? We were into the car and shortly drew up to the home of our good friends, Erica and Paul. The inside and outside lights were ablaze giving the house a true party atmosphere.

Many guest had arrived before us and were milling about drinking, talking, and for some, a little flirting. Not so uncommon, though is it? Flirting, I mean. Wine, loud exuberant music, beautiful people, and the need to just let go after a stressful week at the high-pressure jobs many of us held. Even middle aged folks such as Deb, Paul, Erica, and I could feel the arousing sense that seemed more prevalent than usual.

A few hours later, the party had taken on a more mellow feeling. The level of tension I had felt upon entering seemed to have increased. I had wandered outside to stand away, and look back at the party. Through the open door, I saw Deb chatting with a three others we often met at such gatherings. What caught especially caught my eye was the hand of the Paul standing next to her. He was resting it on her left cheek with Deb either not realizing it was there or not caring, or… maybe she was enjoying it. He leaned over to whisper something in her ear. She smiled and put hand on his cheek, then he turned and left.

I was just about to take a step back toward the house. I wanted to confront Paul Slap his hand off of Deb’s bottom, when I heard a deep voice from behind me, “Hi, sexy,” it said.

Just the guy I wanted to see. The irritation I felt in witnessing Paul’s cavalier touching of my wife’s bottom, was tempered, by the sweetness of his intimate comment.

“Paul, I…” said turning to face him, but he was so close that spilled my glass of wine onto his costume. “Oops!” I said feeling suddenly clumsy at spoiling his costume and intimidated by his proximity. I used the napkin in my hand to brush away the dampness. “So sorry!”

He stood silently as I brushed, and brushed, and brushed, until looking up at his face several inches above mine. I stopped brushing, letting my hand simply rest on his chest. An overwhelming sense of desire washed over me. I felt my face blushing, betraying my deepest thoughts to him. His cryptic smile told me he understood.

I wanted to pull my hand away from his chest but he put his hand on mine holding it there. My breathing was becoming more shallow, fate had taken over. My mind was lost in a swirl of thoughts which came down to: “Run!” and “Stay!”

“Stay!” won. To make matters worse (or was it better), I felt my cock twitch. I was attracted to this man! Oh, Shit!

His hand! No longer holding it against his chest, he was pushing it downward, guiding it to a new destination. I already knew its goal and felt my cock harden further.

“Annie,” he said speaking to me, distracting my eyes from where my hand was being taken. “I’ve been watching you for a long time, wanting to meet you like this. Your costume says everything about you that I’ve long suspected and now know. You are perfect for what I need.”

He’d released my hand but I continued to move it downward until it came to rest on the large bulge in his pants. “It’s so big!” I said gazing into his eyes.

“It’s OK, Annie. Everything is alright. You’ll get used to it. I think your mouth will be the perfect fit for it.”

My hand was cupping his hardness. I gasped at his audacity. How could he? “Paul, I’m married. I can’t possibly…’

He cut off my objection by putting his lips upon mine and kissing me softly. Gradually the kiss became stronger as I kissed his mouth back until we were holding each other is the passion that only new found relationship can bring.

Moving his face back from mine but only a few inches he confirmed my own thoughts. “Yes, you can and you will. Soon all you’ll want is my cock.”

“Your cock?” I repeated and looked into his eyes. Then said it again, but more confidently this time. “Your cock!” I was breathing heavily.

“Oh, Gawd,” I wondered. “What’s happening to me?”

“Acceptance,” Paul said, putting his hands on my shoulders and gently pushing on them. “You’re accepting what you’ve wanted for so long.”

I didn’t need his hands to direct me; I knew what I had to do. “Your cock!” I whispered.

“Yes, my cock. The center of your new world.”

I was on my knees now, fumbling at the unusual arrangement of his costume’s fly. I didn’t see nor hear other foot steps behind me as Deb joined us. Those old desires suppressed from my child hood, rose to the surface, as I pulled Paul’s beautiful cock from its nest.

Taking the submissive pose, I looked upward at his eyes wanting to see his expression as I showed him the skills that were flooding back. Lapping the precum dribbling out in a continuous stream, the flavor brought back old memories. “Mmm…” I purred softly, lapping his warm, salty precum, longing for the promised treasure in his balls, knowing it would soon flood my mouth.

Hungry for more, I slid my mouth over the end of his cock. He groaned.. His hands moved to hold my head in place while he fucked my face. “Gawd, but you are good. I knew you would be.”

His hands were unnecessary for I was fully committed to sucking him off. He knew it too but as a dominant man, he felt it necessary to at least appear to be forcing me to be his cock sucking slut.

In far too short a time, he pulled back, his cock slipping from my mouth. “That’s enough, annie, I don’t want to cum in your mouth. This load is special; it belongs up your pussy.”

Rising quickly, I agreed. “Yes, I want you to fill me completely.” We were both stripping off our costumes. Only the sense of becoming Annie would remain. Naked now, he led me to a place that had been prepared for our first mating. A blanket had been spread with candles at either end. This is where he would deflower me, marking my bottom as his alone.

His words distracted me from seeing our wives witnessing my conversion. “She asked to watch. I was sure you wouldn’t mind.”

Looking back at his face, I shook my head. “N.. n… no,” I agreed nervously. Deb was setting up a video camera on its tripod, aiming it and pressing the RECORD button. The little red eye staring at me was putting every second of my complete submission on tape.

She stepped forward and knelt beside me. Her soft lips felt different somehow, not like Paul’s at all. Hers were too feminine. I longed for his. When her hand reached to cup my balls, I cautioned her, “Those belong to Paul now.”

“I’m glad you feel that way. You won’t need this any longer,” she said lifting my left hand, to slip off the wedding band she’d placed there only five years ago. Walking over to Paul, she said, “Will you wear this for me since my husband doesn’t need it?” I had just been cuckolded and it felt wonderful.

He smiled and said, “Yes, you’ll be needing a man to take his place.” They kissed as Deb slipped it on his right hand.

Turning back to me, Paul knelt and held out a necklace to me. I took it from his hand to read “my name is Annie,” on one side and “i belong to Paul.”

“It’s beautiful, Paul. Yes, I accept it. Would you fasten it on me, please. I felt his fingers caress my neck as he did. “It looks good on you, honey,” he said. “Now I truly own you.” My eyes misted over, almost spilling down my cheeks into tears, I was so happy.

Now, down to the business everybody came for.

“On your back,” he ordered me. I knew what to do yet thrilled at his dominance, at taking over my every thought.

As I lay back with legs pulled up, and my hands spreading my cheeks, I saw my wife watching. He caressed my pink pucker lightly causing me to flinch. “Easy, Annie,” he said. “I won’t hurt you any more than necessary. You know that don’t you?”

“Here we go, baby,” said Paul sinking his massive dick into my hole stretching to accommodate him. “Breath fast, it’ll be easier.”

When it was over, when I ‘d been thoroughly fucked into femininity, I said, “Thank you, Paul, for seeing who I really am.”

He kissed me again. Annie spread her wings and soared.

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“Why aren’t you dressed?” I asked. “The party starts in an hour.” I was startled to see Morena in a light blue bathrobe and slippers.

“Oh, I’ve been trying to sew this darn thing, but I can’t do it without a form,” she responded, discouraged.

“Well, we don’t have a lot of time left and Masterman is going to look pretty lonely without T-Girl by his side,” I smiled.

“Say Wimp, would you mind doing me a favor?” asked Morena coyly, “Would you mind putting on my costume for me, so I could sew the bustier? It’ll only take a few seconds.”

“Me put it on?” I tried to protest.

“Well, it’s the only way I’m going to be ready in time. I know Jaime is counting on us to come,” purred Morena, as she rubbed my chest through the blue spandex of my costume. I consented and began to strip.

“All right, but you owe me,” I said, stepping out of my Masterman costume. Morena immediately noticed my freshly shaved legs.

“Oh, good. You shaved your body hair. It will make the spandex costume look a lot neater,” she smiled, as she handed me a pair of high cut red panties.

“Panties?” I asked, alarmed.

“Well, don’t take this personally,” she said. “But I’d rather not wear those briefs right after you’ve taken them off. And another thing, I want to see how the whole outfit looks on you, so I can get a sense of the complete picture,” said Morena.

Sheepishly, I gave in to her demands. I held out my feet as she slid the shiny red boots with the three inch heels over my legs which I had already agreed to let her encase in sheer pantyhose. I should have realized that something more than a fitting was going on as I slid the blue star-spangled briefs up around my waist and let her put the red bustier with gold metallic eagle on my torso. I let her clip the red star earrings on me and slap the big metal bracelets on my wrists. I stood before her with my arms stretched out to my sides as she took a needle and thread and began her work.

“I’m going to have to leave you a lot of room in your chest, so it’ll fit around a pair of breasts,” she smiled.

“Just please hurry,” I replied. “I don’t want anyone to see me like this,” I pleaded. She tied off the thread and moved behind me.

“Now, just one more thing,” she called from behind me. “Put your hands way back so your chest sticks out.”

I did as she requested, and before I could react, I felt her grab my wrists and wrap something around them. Oh no! She was tying my wrists with a pair of nylons. I could hear her giggling as she tied the first knot, before I realized what was happening and could fight back. “Let me go! We have to get to the party,” I snarled.

“Oh you’ll get to the party all right,” she laughed.

I had missed my opportunity to resist earlier and now I was in trouble. More and more nylon was being added to her trap and I was feeling so helpless already. I was quickly spun around to face Morena as she taunted me. “I have big plans for you Sissy. Be a good girl or things will be much worse for you.”

“Sissy! W…” She caught me in mid sentence, shoving another, balled-up pair of panties in my mouth and then tying them in place with the sash of her robe. I was helpless as she flung me onto the couch where she pinned me down with one knee and proceeded to bind my ankles together and bind my feet to my hands in a tight hog-tie.

“Payback is a bitch, isn’t it?” She asked, as she laughed deeply at my predicament.

* * *

Before I go on with what happened that night, let me tell you a little bit about myself. My name is Wimp, and I had a real talent for sports. I was twice collegiate champion in swimming, and was into body-building (but not quite to the extent Morena was.) However, what I really excelled at was football. As varsity captain, I led my college team to an undefeated record. I had all sorts of trophies. As a result, in my senior year I was offered a multi-million dollar contract as first draft pick of the Atlanta Falcons. That was what the party was all about. It was graduation time, and I would soon be going to training camp.

Morena was my girlfriend all through college. But during my senior year, I fell in love with Jaime. I know it sounds corny, the captain of the football team falling for the head cheerleader, but it happened to me. Her brother, Stud, was the wide receiver on the team who did as much as I did in winning football games. He introduced me to Jaime, and the two of us immediately hit it off.

Jaime told me she was still a virgin, and I believed her, despite all the stories one hears about cheerleaders, especially fantastically sexy blonde ones like her. She said she loved me, and was saving her virginity for me. It didn’t take long for me to realize that this was the girl I wanted to marry. But what of Morena? How would I break the news to her?

Then, the party came along. At the party, I would tell Morena it was over. Since it was a masquerade party, I figured that if I could talk Morena into wearing a T-Girl costume, she would attract the attention of every man there, and have no trouble finding someone to “pick up the pieces.” I scoured the stores to find just the right material for her costume: the silk briefs, the red and gold bustier, the tight belt, and even the “magic” lasso. I spent a fortune. The Masterman costume that I was to wear was Jaime’s idea. Why she made the suggestion will become apparent later. But now…

* * *

“Did you think I wouldn’t find out?” asked Morena, as I laid helplessly on the couch. “Oh, we’ll be going to the party all right, and you’ll be a changed man after I’m through with you!”

I didn’t know then what she meant.

Morena picked up my Masterman costume and went into her bedroom. A few minutes later as she emerged, I was flabbergasted to see that she had put it on. Not only that, but she had apparently been wearing a wig earlier, because her hair was now short, and was combed perfectly, right down to the spit curl on her forehead. That, and the fact that she was heavily into “Ironwoman” bodybuilding, made it nearly impossible to tell she was a woman. Especially convincing was the vague bulge in the briefs of the costume.

“Well, Sissy, how do I look?” she asked in a deep, man’s voice, as she placed her fists on her hips in the classic Masterman stance. “I see you’ve noticed that part of Masterman about which everyone wonders. I guess that will go along with your guise as ‘Wonder’ Woman!” she snickered. “But it’s the excess in YOUR shorts that is of immediate concern.”

As Morena approached, I shivered in blind fear. She grabbed the front of the star-spangled silk briefs and pulled them down, revealing the red panties underneath. Reaching into the underwear, she grabbed my now-limp member.

“So this is what Jaime was saving herself for,” she remarked sarcastically as she pulled it free of the panties. “How pathetic!”

Blushing beet red, I squirmed as Morena produced a strange-looking object. It appeared to be a condom, but larger, with small sacs of some sort of liquid attached, and two long strings.

“This is for you to wear tonight,” she said as she wrapped the device around my foreskin. She tucked the package between my legs and replaced the panties. She then rolled me over, and tied the strings after pulling them taught, up through the crack of my rear cheeks. She then attached what felt like a piece of paper to the strings, and pulled up the wonder pants.

When she was through, she said: “I want you to know that the little item I just put on you is filled with acid. It can only be removed by someone working from behind. If you try to remove it yourself, the sacs of acid will break, and…, well, let’s just say you don’t want to know. But don’t worry, I’ll remove it later, or, if I should happen to go home with someone else tonight, you can get help elsewhere, as I’ve written instructions for removal on that slip of paper you felt. But understand that whoever you trust the removal to will see your bare ass wearing those hot red panties, so make sure it’s someone you really trust! -And don’t count on it being Jaime!”

I didn’t know what to make of that last comment, as she went on: “Now, will you behave? You’ll have to obey my every wish all night,” she commanded.

With a sigh, I nodded my head.

“Good.” she said. “Now, I’ll untie you, and we can go to the party. You’d better lay off the beer tonight. You wouldn’t want to have to go to the bathroom.”

Morena untied me, and when she removed the panty gag, I asked: “Morena, why are you doing this to me? I was going to tell you everything! Get this sick thing off my nuts!”

“Now, now, T-Girl,” replied Morena. “You shouldn’t be telling Masterman what to do! Now, let’s have a look at you.” She inspected her handiwork. The bulge in my silk briefs was much smaller, and looked like that of the voluptuous woman whom I was representing.

“Much better!” she said. “Now, let’s cinch up that corset a little to give you those amazonian curves, add a tiara and wig…, a little lipstick and mascara…, and there we have it: The world’s mightiest superheroine!”

I looked in the mirror. Although I was clearly still a man, I filled out the costume quite nicely. “All right then,” I said. “Let’s hurry up and get whatever you have planned over with, so we can come back here and take that…that… thing off.”

“Not so fast, T-Girl,” replied Morena. “I’ll be right back. I’m bringing a little surprise to the party.”

A moment later, Morena returned with a small suitcase, and we got in the car and she drove us to the party at Jaime’s house.

* * *

When we arrived at the party, Morena made a big deal about opening the door for me as if she were really a man and I were really a woman. We went up to the door, and Morena rang the doorbell, with a reminder to behave myself, or else.

When the door opened, there was Jaime. I was somewhat shocked to see she looked absolutely fabulous dressed in a Supergirl costume, with the red boots, red cape, blue tunic, and red figure skater’s miniskirt. Now I understood why she wanted me to come dressed as Masterman.

Jaime was somewhat taken aback by my appearance as she said: “Wimp? Is that really you?”

“Yes Jaime,” I replied. “It’s me. I can explain…”

But before I could say another word, Jaime turned to Morena and asked: “Who’s this? Where’s Morena?”

Before I could reply, Morena spoke, in her deep voice: “Morena got sick and couldn’t make it tonight. I’m Paul, her cousin from Cincinnati.”

“Pleased to meet you, Paul,” replied Jaime. “What’s wrong with Morena?”

“Oh, she caught the sniffles and decided to go to bed,” replied Morena. “But she insisted that Wimp go anyway. Wimp agreed to let me wear his costume, and thought it would be a real howl if he came as T-Girl. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Oh, not at all,” smiled the unsuspecting Jaime. “So, you’re Morena’s cousin. That explains the resmblance. Anyway, you both look wonderful! Come right in.”

We entered and saw all the people. Most of the football team was there, dressed in various costumes. The women, mostly the cheerleading squad, were dressed in very sexy outfits, and the men in various visions of creativity. But the big surprise was Jaime’s brother Stud. He was dressed in a Wonder Girl costume.

When Stud saw me, he came over and said: “Wimp? Is that you? I thought I was the only guy who had enough guts to dress like a superheroine tonight! Come on, let me get you a beer!”

I glanced at Morena, who nonchalantly left me to go with Stud, as the unaware Jaime led her to the punch bowl. Jaime had the same sort of look in her eye that she gave me when I proposed to her. I couldn’t believe that she was somehow attracted to Morena in her Masterman disguise.

Stud brought me over to the bar. “How about a cold one?” he asked.

“No thanks,” I replied. “I can’t. Not now.”

“Say, what’s eating you?” he asked. “And where’s Morena tonight?”

“She’s right over there,” I replied. “Talking to your sister.”

“You mean Masterman?” he asked in amazement.

“That’s right,” I confirmed. “Only don’t let her know I told you, or else…”

“Or else what?” asked Stud.

It was then that I noticed Morena was leading Jaime into another room. I thought to myself that it was now or never. I had to get that… that… thing of my joint before I went crazy. Then it hit me. Stud and I had seen each other in the raw lots of times in the locker room. I could get him to help me remove Morena’s little torture device! Then, we’d see what would happen to Masterman!

“Stud, you gotta help me,” I said.

“Whatever you need, buddy,” he replied. “We’re a team, remember.”

“Let’s go outside,” I said. I wanted to be near the window of the room where Morena was doing whatever she was doing to Jaime. Fortunately, there was a foyer nearby, where Stud could perform his operation without us being seen by anyone, and afterward, I could immediately enter and surprise the two girls and save Jaime from whatever dastardly deed Morena’s jealous heart had thought up for her.

I led Stud outside to the foyer. As we went, Stud asked: “Say, Wimp, have you ever wondered which one was the dominant one?”

“Huh?” I asked. “What are you talking about?”

“I mean, between Wonder Girl and T-Girl,” he continued. “Obviously, they’re lesbians, living on that island of no men and all that. But between the two of them, which one was the boss when it came to sex?”

“I, uh, really haven’t given it any thought,” I replied, somewhat exasperated at such a dumb question.

“Well, I always thought it was Wonder Girl,” he continued. “With Wonder Woman being so much more in need of being dominated, since she was bigger, and more mature. It’s a psychological thing.”

“Uh, I suppose you’re right,” I said. “OK, here’s a good spot. There should be enough light for you to see.”

“See?” asked Stud. “See what?”

I turned around and bent over. I told Stud: “Pull down my pants.”

“What?!” replied Stud, surprised.

“I said: ‘Pull down my pants!'” I whispered, exasperated.

“All right!” he replied, with just a little too much exuberance.

Stud grabbed at the waistband of the silken briefs and slowly pulled. When they were down to where I thought was the right spot, I asked: “Do you see it?”

“Sure.. I mean, see what?” he replied, not sure to what I was referring.

“The note!” I said. “Can you see the slip of paper?”

“Oh,” he said. “A note. Yeah, I see it.”

“Well, do what it says!” I commanded.

“But I thought you were marrying my sister,” protested Stud, as he read the note.

“Never mind that now!” I said. “Just do it!”

“OK,” he replied. “You’re the captain.”

It was then that I felt him enter me. I yelled, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”

“I’m doing what the note says,” he replied, calmly. “Gee, Wimp, if I had known you were this way…”

I couldn’t help myself. My penis got hard, and just as I was about to cum, I felt the sacs under my crotch burst. It started to burn, and then… everything went black.

* * *

When I came to, I was home. I was still dressed in the T-Girl costume, but I was again bound and I could feel a little burning in my crotch, but my appendage was still there. The silken star-spangled briefs were wet. By and by, Morena came out, still dressed as Masterman.

“Well, T-Girl,” she said. “I see you’re awake. Did you make a little mess? I told you what would happen if you got aroused. You fainted, you know. Wonder Girl carried you to the car, and I brought you home.”

“Are you going to tell me what this is all about?” I demanded, relieved to learn I was still whole. “Will you untie me now? You and I are through. I want to be with Jaime.”

“Oh, T-Girl, I wouldn’t worry about Supergirl right now,” she replied. “She’s well on her way by now.”

“On her way?” I asked, surprised. “Where is she going?”

“Perhaps this will answer your questions,” replied Morena, as she walked to the VCR, inserted a tape, and pressed PLAY.

On the screen was a picture of Stud hunched over me, in the throes of passion. “What is this?” I asked. “So that was a video camera in the suitcase you brought to the party! Are you going to try to blackmail me? You’ll never get away with it!”

“Oh no?” replied Morena. “You see, that little item I put on your favorite body part was just a couple of plastic balloons filled with water and a little bit of Ben Gay-and I do mean ‘Gay.’ I knew they would burst the moment you got -shall we say- ‘excited.'”

“What did you do to Stud to get him to rape me?” I asked.

“I didn’t have to do anything,” she smugly answered. “Stud’s been wanting to do you for a long time. I just ‘set you up’ with him. You did the rest.”

“Me? How? I didn’t ask him to rape me,” I protested.

“You didn’t have to,” replied Morena. “Even though, deep down, you really wanted to. All he had to do was read and follow the instructions on the note, as you ordered him.”

“What did that note say?” I asked.

Morena read from the note: “It says: ‘I’ve always wanted this from you. Fuck me here! Now!’ And there’s a little heart drawn here, too.”

“Me gay? No way!” I protested.

“Way,” she replied. “The hard-on that you got during your encounter was proof positive.”

I had to admit, Morena was right. I could still feel the “afterglow” from my experience. “But what about Jaime?” I asked.

“Watch,” she replied. “There’s more on the tape.”

The next scene showed Jaime laying on the bed in the room Morena had led her into that night, the room overlooking the foyer where Stud and I had our rendezvous. Jaime was saying: “Oh, Masterman, I’ve always wanted you! Fuck me! Fuck me now!”

Morena, disguised as Masterman, replied: “Yes, Supergirl. Only, let me blindfold you first.”

“Supergirl” agreed, and Morena stripped to reveal her muscular stature and the strap-on dildo she had worn to give her the bulge in her tights. Morena carefully lifted “Supergirl’s” red mini-skirt, pulled aside the thin piece of blue spandex covering her pussy, and proceeded to fuck Jaime forty-seven ways until Sunday, after which she again donned the Masterman costume to resume her disguise. After she removed Jaime’s blindfold, she and Jaime smoked cigarettes.

“That was wonderful, Masterman,” said Jaime. “But why did you want to put it on video tape?”

“Because I wanted something to remember you by,” replied Morena. “I’m going home soon, and I won’t be seeing you again. Besides, you’re getting married to Wimp.”

“You mean T-Girl?” asked Jaime. “Not now, now that I’ve found out he’s not a real man, I mean not like you.”

“You mean you’d leave him for me?” asked Morena, continuing the pillow talk.

“Oh, yes!” replied Jaime. “You’re a Masterman in every sense of the word!”

“But you don’t even know me,” said Morena. “You don’t even know what I do for a living.”

“Yes I do,” protested Jaime. “You’re Paul, and you’re from Cincinnati. As for what you do for a living… Well, exactly what is it you do?”

“Well,” replied Morena, “I’m not really from Cincinnati. I’m from Nevada.”

“Oh! Nevada!” replied Jaime. “How exciting! Do you work in a casino?”

“No,” replied Morena, “I’m sort of a recruiter.”

“Recruiter?” asked Jaime. “For what?”

“For the legal cat houses in Nevada,” replied Morena. “I recruit prostitutes.”

“How interesting!” replied Jaime, again with altogether too much enthusiasm. Then, with a coy smile, Jaime asked: “Did I pass the entrance exam?”

“With flying colors!” said Morena, with her own high level of eagerness.

“Wonderful!” said Jaime. “I’ve always wanted to get paid for doing what I do so often! You know, that Wimp thinks I’m still a virgin! What a sap!”

My heart sank at Jaime’s declaration. “When do I leave?” she asked.

“Right away,” replied Morena. “As soon as you can pack. Now, to avoid any legal problems, you’ll have to buy your own ticket, and I can’t escort you directly there. Do you have enough money?”

“I will,” replied Jaime, “as soon as I can hock this engagement ring Wimp gave me. It’s worth thousands!”

“Well, just don’t forget your costume, Supergirl,” instructed Morena. “As a matter of fact, why don’t you just wear it to the ranch, underneath some street clothes. Then you can reveal yourself to the manager, and he’ll get a look at you at your best.”

With that, Morena handed Jaime a piece of paper with the addresses of several Nevada whorehouses on it, and Jaime rushed to pack.

Feeling totally betrayed, I wept. My overly promiscuous bubbleheaded fiance left me, so I had nowhere to turn but my ex-girlfriend. I realized she was right about me. And from my encounter with Stud, I learned that I no longer had any feelings towards the opposite sex. “What will I do now?” I asked Morena.

“Don’t worry, T-Girl,” replied Morena. “I’ve got it all worked out.”

Man Forced to Dress Like a Woman

Vintage Sissification Photograph

Two dominant woman force a man to put on a dress.

He will no longer be allowed to pretend to manhood. Through feminization the women will teach him humility.

Prepare him to become her and to expect a life of service as a maid who will keep the house clean, wash clothes, do the dishes and allow the Mistresses to live a life of comfort and ease.

female led feminization sissification photo