A Sissy is Forged

I'd never been called a faggot before. In the truthful sense anyhow.

"Oh? I'm glad you approve! I've been doing butt workouts to improve my shape and firmness for a few months now. I think they're working!"

I had my shorts around my ankles now. I stepped out of them as more instructions came out.

"Now, what I'm about to show you, it's him. John said it will help you feel, uh, I think he used the phrase, 'cemented in your new role in our relationship.' If you don't mind, I'd like it if you watched this video on you own. Lay down and enjoy."

"I guess. Ok."

Without any more words, she stood up, kissed me with a peck, handed me her phone and walked down the hallway into the bedroom. I couldn't see anything except that the camera roll had been opened, and a video was pulled up. Play. Wait, pause. Do you really want to see whatever this file holds? Yes! Kassi does! I do. I do.

Play.

I heard my girlfriends voice, then a whisper of what sounded like a man but nothing visual had populated the screen yet. Jet black, with only the hum of white noise momentarily, then he spoke.

"Hello Kassi. My name is Johnathon. If you're listening to this, congratulations. You've taken a big step forward, more on that later though. I understand you have made a lot of changes in your life recently. You've made changes that were necessary for you to continue on the path best suited for you. I don't know a lot about you, beyond what Brie has told me. Shown me even. You're very skilled in the art of physical transformation. Not that you were much of a man to begin with. You take pride in the time you spend as a woman. It really does suit you. You even seem to know a thing or two about handling a man sized cock. The way you put on a show, how you brush your hair out of the way while you struggle to put more and more cock in your mouth to provide a better view, even the way your little shave clit flops helplessly between your legs as you impale yourself with, Bull? Is that it's name? That's cute." He snickered as though someone had told a mediocre dirty joke.

He really knows a lot about me, I thought. My clit was uncaged this afternoon and I wished it wasn't. His voice was deep, not too much so, but certainly more manly than my own. His words and how confidently he spoke them made my clit ache as it stirred inside my panties. More so, my pussy was tingling, and moistening, practically begging for him to have his way with it. With me. I hadn't seen any part of him, as it was still purely audio, yet I still couldn't help but let my mind wander.

He continued, "however, don't let your special skill set go to your head just yet. You have a lot left to prove sissy boy. The fact you're listening to this now, probably wearing some frilly panties, with a growing appetite for my grown man cock in your mouth, tells us something. Would you like to know what that something is, faggot?"

With that, there was video to the recording. Initially it was out of focus and whoever was operating the camera was moving it. When it came to a stand still, the image immediately came into focus.

"Yes, you sissy bitch, that's your girlfriend down there on her knees. She looks like she's rather enjoying sucking my fat cock, wouldn't you say?"

He's not wrong I thought! Her hand while it was tiny, looked even more so wrapped around the base of his long, girthy member. I gauged how big he was by how much of his cock disappeared before her gag reflex kicked in. I'd figured 8-9" and fat! Double what my I had standing at full attention now. She was incredible at giving head! She took her time, she genuinely enjoyed it, her mouth was always warm, wet and eager to suck the life out of a man through his penis. I guess she was my 'mentor' in that sense. I wanted to make a man feel how she had made me feel so many times before.

Why am I so fucking aroused by this? I quizzed myself. That's your girl, on her knees, working hard to milk another mans balls! I had no idea, and I didn't care. My inhibitions fled when he said my name. I needed something occupying my pussy. My fingers would have to do. I quickly paused the video long enough to roll on my tummy and pull my panties aside and slid two fingers deep into my very adequately self-lubed pussy. Every plunge of my fingers matched the rhythm they had paced. I was knuckle deep and I couldn't get enough! I watched intently for the next few minutes as his now saliva covered cock was gagged, spit on, taken to the back of my girlfriends skull. Willing my fingers deeper and deeper. Finally I figured if I adjusted my position to more on my knees and removed my undies I could go deeper, just then his voice came on again.

"Hey faggot! You ready for this?"

I guessed he was talking to me.

"Babe, I'm going to cum!" He grunted.

She looked up, directly into the lens and grinned an evil grin the Grinch would be proud of and spoke, "cum in my mouth baby! Please, cum down my throat!"

She never let me cum in her mouth! She certainly never swallowed it! She always said, I don't like the taste! Screw it, I thought as my fingers took back occupation of my steaming and insatiable fuck hole.

"Yeah baby, right there! Fuck! Fuck! Oh fuuuucccckkkkkk! Unnnngggg!"

His manly groan, and the fact he just dumped a solid load into my girlfriends mouth had me on the edge of exploding myself. I'd never been so uninhibitedly aroused by anything in my life! Deeper! Harder! Faster!

Stop. Ouch. God! Leg cramp! Leg cramp!

Shit! I was almost there!

"Now," he began to speak to me again, "I told you earlier, you still have a lot to prove. Remember? Good girls get rewards, Brie was a good girl today. And she'll be further rewarded later with this big boy in her fine little ass. Do you want to be a good daddy's girl..?" He paused for a moment, I did! I did in a bad, bad way!

"There's a phone number in your phone. It's under 'Daddy' I had Brie put it in there. It's my phone number. Text me with your response. Then, you'll get your first task."

The screen went black and the 'play' button reappeared where his cock had just been.

Where the hell is my phone? I wondered, kicking myself a little. Ah, gym shorts! Yes. I rolled over, grabbed my phone and went straight into contacts, D.

💕Daddy💕 as it was in my contact list.

Cute. Ok, now what...text him? That seems uninspiring. These panties are kinda cute. And my butt does look pretty good in them...hmmmm.

I got up and pulled them up and over my now shrunken clit. Taking my time of course ;) I opened my phone to the camera, video, and placed it on my favorite perch for recording Kassi and hit 'record'.

"Daddy, please, you know I want to be your good girl," I said seductively. The close up of my panty clad ass barely contained by the teensy-tiny scrap of lace fabric slowly swaying in front of the camera, putting on a little show. I reached around and slapped my nearly bare right cheek being sure to leave a red mark, "ooooooh, Daddy! Is this what naughty girls get?" I cooed. "I want to be whatever you want me to be, Daddy." I blew him a kiss as I turned to hit 'stop' on the recording.

I played it back to make sure I fit the desired effect into the 30 second clip. I approved. We'll see what he thinks.

Send.

A couple minutes passed and no response. Has he seen it? Did I try too hard? What is taking him so long?

I heard the doorbell just then. I'm in no shape to be answering the door, I thought. I was still in my panties! Only my panties! As I went to run to the bedroom my phone buzzed. I picked it up and read the message.

From: 💕Daddy💕

Message: It's me. Answer the door princess.

My mind went blank and I couldn't move. Just then, Brie emerged from our room.

"Well, are you going to answer the door?"

She had on an absolutely stunning black, lace top, pleated bottom babydoll. I was gawking, and she called me on it.

"I know, I look good. And guess what? As soon as you answer the door, you can have yours too sweetie," she bribed as she dangled a matching ivory pink teddy in front of me.

Pink!! My favorite color!

I bit my lip and weighed the options. If I don't let him in, she will. Then what? Am I ostracized? I couldn't risk it. I decided the reward was worth the plunge. I tried my best to cover myself, but with all of the excitement I had to be showing my hand a little.

As I reached for the deadbolt I realized I still hadn't seen any of him besides his legs and obviously, his impressive dick. I wonder what he looks like! I felt a little more at ease thinking about those possibilities.

I unlatched the deadbolt and stepped behind the opening door to shield my panty wearing ass from the world outside. I peaked around the corner of the red painted door and saw him. He was handsome! Like really handsome! At 6'3" he had a few inches on me in height, elsewhere too. His build was gym going, but not buff. Somewhere in the 180-190 lb. range. His hair was short, brown but a light brown. He wore it combed to one side, clean shaven with a friendly Paul Walker-esque smile and gorgeous green eyes.

"Hello beautiful," he greeted me before I could say anything. "Where is she?"

"Who?" I inquired.

"The woman I came here to see of course."

I wasn't sure if he was talking about Kassi or Brie, then she broke the momentary silence from the other room.

"I'm in here baby!"

"May I come in?" He asked.

"Of course! Cum, cum anywhere you like." I smiled. I was still incredibly aroused, I never got to cum myself, and seeing him here now, unsure of his intention, made my libido kick into overdrive.

"Thank you. I will," he sternly walked past me and then turned in slight disbelief. "Nice panties by the way. Dear, won't you go give our little girl her outfit for tonight?"

Brie was his right now. He hadn't been in the house for two seconds and she was already at his beckon call.

She strutted past him and up to me, still next to the front door and handed me the teddy. "I hope...we hope you like it!" As she leaned in to give me a smooch on the cheek.

"We have something else for you too. But first, come. Put that on and sit with us. We have a lot to talk about," her voice sounded distant, friendly. Not girlfriend-ly.

I was quickly realizing what he meant when he said I had a lot left to prove. They were a thing, I was simply a play thing to be enjoyed. I didn't so much mind I guess. But I was already certain him and I would need some, uh, him and I time. My mind turned towards the teddy in my hand as I embarked on my journey toward the laughter in the other room. I held it to my chest, no boobs yet. Dang. I shrugged it off and pulled the garment over my head. As it fell into place I felt at home. The pink lace chest was form fitting, but not tight and very, very soft. It even had little daisies embroidered into it. The waist, where it tapered inward sat perfectly on my hips and the pleat flowed gracefully just below the bottom of my butt cheeks. I twirled mid stride as if I were a ballerina and came to rest, now in the same room as Daddy and his queen.

She looked really comfortable on his lap. They both smiled as they saw me twirl, and I'm sure they caught a nice view of my shapely buttocks. I didn't care. I felt a freeness come over me the moment it fell onto my shoulders and draped over my hairless body. I was at home.

"Hi," I giggled. "Nice to meet you, should I go pour us some drinks? Dinner maybe?"

"That would be nice," Brie responded. "He drinks whiskey, you know what I'll have."

I wasted little time taking on my first duty, I hope he notices I pondered as I sashayed into the kitchen. I wasn't gone but a minute when Brie poked her head in.

"Are you okay?" She questioned.

"I couldn't be better!" I matched her whispering tone enthusiastically. I wasn't entirely sure why yet though.

"When you serve him, he likes to be masculinized. Flirt, make sure he knows you're into him. I saw you playing while you were watching that video, you're DEFINITELY into him. Take your panties off. You won't be needing those tonight. I'll be the one making you guys dinner. He wants to get to know you better. Go. The glasses are going to start sweating!"

I did exactly as she said. I pulled my panties down and tucked them between my elbow and ribs as I carried our drinks into the living area. As I came into the room, he immediately greeted me with his generous smile. He hadn't moved from left of the two the arm chairs facing the kitchen. Luckily, there was a wall impeding his view so he had no idea my ass was bare underneath my new favorite teddy. I handed him his glass, and as I turned to take my seat to the right of him I dropped my now vacant panties.

"Oops!" I said playfully as I positioned my smooth, supple ass to be right in plain sight as I bent over to pick up my dirty laundry.

"That's ok. What took you so long beautiful?" He asked with a jester like tone.

"Oh, you know, girl talk. I'll be right back, I'm going to go toss these in the hamper." I knew his eyes were following me, and I loved it.

I returned and took my chair next to his. I'd learned proper form in one of my many 'study' sessions. As my derrière planted itself into the cushion, I crossed my right leg over my left, letting it dangle a bit and adjusted my slip accordingly.

"You're quite exquisite, you know that?" He palmed my smooth moisturized thigh momentarily and continued. "I'm sure you know by now, you won't be my first girly boy. You present yourself different than the others though. Elegant, to a degree. I appreciate your effort. Genuinely."

He motioned to the left side of his chest, he was genuine. I blushed again, lightly, but I didn't have anything to say, so I filled in with a thank you.

"Elegance is rare. Not to be cliche, but a real woman in the streets that's also a freak in the sheets is even more of an endangered species. Your girlfriend possesses similar qualities. I'm sure at one point you were well aware of that."

He must know we hadn't had sex in a couple of weeks, I thought.

"She is really something special," I was drawn to this man, but my mind wasn't populating responses, I just wanted to listen. Perhaps he doesn't want my opinions? I continued to ponder in between brief phrases.

"When dinner is over, and I've had my fill of this shit whiskey, I'm going to fuck her. In your house. In front of you. Do you know why I'm going to fuck her?"

He paused. Shit. Am I supposed to have an answer?

"Because that's what men do! They fuck! We make...erm, excuse me. I make babies, I kill so my babies eat, I work hard so my babies thrive!" He paused again, this time to take a swig of his whiskey.

"Do you know where faggots like you fit into that chain?" His inflection on the phrase 'faggot like you' again made me stir beneath my slip.

"No, where do sissy faggots like me fit in?" I prodded, completely unsure what was coming next.

"You are the mistress." He spoke without hesitation. "You were put here to suck my man cock, to fuck when and how I choose, to be my cum dump, and luckily for us both, you can't make babies. The mistress has fringe benefits as well. She gets to shop, she gets to pamper, she even gets gifts. Anniversaries, I liked how you sucked my cock clean last night type of gifts."

I had nothing. Where is the pen? Where do I sign? Mistress Kassi. That has a nice ring to it! I think he could read my facial expression, I was eager.

Just then, I thought, "why do you keep calling me beautiful? I'm not wearing any make up, my boy...everything...is on full display, I'm barely concealing my little friend underneath this gorgeous teddy. Thank you, by the way! I love it. But still, why?"

He leaned back in his chair, I could see he didn't have an answer for me immediately. Slick talker didn't...

"Because it's not solely your appearance that attracted me, or brought me here tonight. Actually, your decision is the reason I'm here. You see, you're not in female form, yet here we are. I bet if I pulled my cock out right now, you'd be on your knees within milliseconds trying to milk a load from my sack. You were once a pleasure of a guy at one point, I'm sure, but now you want to be a woman. That's why I call you beautiful. It radiates from you. The skin care regiment, the constant shaving, plucking, and waxing. The time you account for out of your daily routine to apply your makeup. The hours and hours I'm sure you spent perfecting your walk, the way your butt jiggles but is firmly planted in place, how cute and happy you looked twirling around earlier. May I see another twirl?"

I hadn't taken my eyes off him in what seemed like forever. His words resonated within me, they were all true. He knew all that after only spending 30 minutes in the same room as me! I couldn't wait for him to make a move.

He'd made me into his bitch in less time than it takes to get through TSA on a regular day! I wonder how else we could be waiting for dinner to be ready.

"Of course I'll spin for you, Daddy." I had one thing on my mind, get him hard.

I uncrossed my legs, and stood up. My knees were a little unstable, probably from sitting cross legged so long. I patted out my teddy and flatten it in the front. I gave him a twirl and then some. My panty less crotch fully exposed, my ass bouncing and twirling for only my Daddy to see. I twirled and twirled and twirled some more! When I began to get dizzy, I decided it was time to take a seat. This time, in his lap.

I grabbed his now empty glass from his hand, and set it on the end table. He looked up at me, smiled and he knew exactly what I wanted. He opened his arms and it was like rolling out the welcome mat. I planted my pussy right where his belt met his khaki colored shorts. Right where the base of his cock should be. There was definitely a bulge! He grabbed my hips and rocked me forward as to reposition me. His hands felt great right there. Now I was two feet on the ground, ass buried in his lap, not giving a fuck about any of it. He started rocking his hips, and using his strong hands to create a mimic with my hips. I was grinding myself slowly but more and more firm with every revolution of our hips. I started to feel him stiffening as I came to the 4 o'clock part of our clockwise motion. I couldn't help but push harder against the few millimeters of fabric separating him from me. If only that fabric weren't there!

Well, he didn't say I couldn't suck his dick I thought to myself. Only he was going to fuck Brie tonight. As I watched.

"Hold on, I need to go get something from the kitchen," I told him as I stood up, separating myself from him for the first time.

I walked into the kitchen where Brie was, her eyes met mine as I entered the room but quickly drifted just down to where my little cocklette was creating a tenting effect in my evenings attire.

"Looks like someone is enjoying themselves!" She laughed. "Dinner is going to be ready in about 20 minutes. I'm..."

"I want him," I interrupted. "I want him now."

"Oh?" She paused briefly. "Do you think he knows how you feel?"

I didn't think there was any doubt, but I bashfully turned my gaze toward the floor and replied, "I think so. I just gave him, I sorta gave him a lap dance. I just wanted to see if I could get him hard, it worked! Now...but..."

"But, what hun?" She interrupted my stammer in a motherly voice.

"I don't know. I don't know how to make the next move." I cowered.

"Awe, my little girl has a little crush! Isn't that adorable! Here," she turned to where her purse was still propped up on the kitchen, "I told you we got you something else, didn't I?"

"Oh, yeah!" I perked.

"We were going to wait until after dinner to give it to you, but I can see you're already pretty excited. So, here," she turned back toward me, extending a little black and pink striped gift bag.