My Initial Sissification

I love cum. Always did. Whether my own when I started experimenting, or that of friends later on. By now it's mainly the seed of older gentlemen who enjoy spending time with a sissy, and I love every minute! My clit simply drooling. By now it doesn't get hard anymore, and if there's a hint I slap it good. Stay small!

I'm shaved, small, uncut, and the dream of many men. I'm slender and easy to handle. My butt is tight, my clit available for play and sucking, but otherwise not usable. I love being a sissy.

I love sucking cock, but my initial sissification took place only in my twenties. Wish it had happened sooner, but it was still my life's greatest experience. It didn't mark me, it confirmed everything I am.

The man who did the deed was in his fifties. We met by chance, at a gas station. He noticed my female traits and simply said it, "you would make a nice sissy". And my response? "Do you want me to be?"

Funnily he lived not far from me. Simple cock sucking at first, and safe, but as the weeks went on I was told to swallow, load after load. I was trained as a cum slut, a cock whore. And I loved it!

He smelled so good! I loved his belly, the hair, I could kiss it all night long! I nearly went mad juggling his balls in my mouth. And when he finally came I felt like a druggy, nearly insane to get every drop. And when done he grabbed my hair to keep me going, sucking off another one.

That's when I learned about my clit. It just hang there, drooling, keeping me horny as hell, but he never touched it, not once. He joked about it and took pictures, but he dared not to touch it, nor was I allowed to do so.

Until one day.

"I think you are ready now." That were the words. And he took a cock lock out of his suitcase. That was the first time he touched my clit. First he massaged it a bit, then he put on lotion, then he fitted the lock. Then the padlock, the pulled key, that was it. "You are ready now."

It felt strangely weird. I was locked. No more getting hard. - Of course, I hadn't gotten hard much anyway, but this was different.

My first duty was to suck him and receive the load deeply. No more spilling, my mouth had become a cunt. And I drooled like crazy.

My first night wearing the lock was horror. I so wanted to spill I nearly went mad. In the shower the next morning, I kinda liked it. It looked so cute.

He taught me how to wear the lock well. My pain became my ecstasy. Whether I was sucking or whether he was in me, I drooled like crazy, and I learned how to have sissygasms. Yes, I came wearing the lock. I nearly died it felt so good!

Then we had a fight. Doesn't matter why. He took off the lock and sent me out for free. Not sure if it was worth it, the fight. He really loved me.

Today I'm a free-spirited sissy, still hoping for another man like that. I'm not locked anymore, but I miss it. The fact that I'm able to cum without getting hard is a God-sent. I rarely touch my clit, unless when showering. And whenever possible I show it off. Small, uncut, clean-shaven, sticking out in its 2 inches. So cute!

In the meantime I found a woman who has me do her hair. Naked, of course, either wearing heels or barefoot. She loves joking about my clit, slaps it the whole time, and I love it.

Afterwards I'm sometimes allowed to suck her toes as she watches a movie. My opinion? I love it!

Every dream has a wake-up though. I can suck cock at night, do hair over the weekend, get gang-banged on notice. But eventually the real world arrives, unless I get the chance to serve as a live-in maid or slave.

Either way, my initial sissification did the deed. I'm happy and proud to be a sissy, hoping to serve many more as needed. Your satisfaction is all that matters to me.