Making of My Sissy

I was 19 years old when I became a girl. Or rather: When I was turned into a submissive lesbian sissy slut by my High School teacher, Miss Johnstone. She was an imposing woman, in her late fifties, tall and with short cropped grey hair. Miss Johnstone loved making frail High School boys into sissy girl slaves who would fulfill her depraved wishes and forever only be satisfied by serving older women as lesbian sissy sluts. My first visit She had made tea and while we sat side by side in her sofa she asked innocent questions about my family whilst once in a while stroking my hair, caressing my neck and slowly awakening my desire and making me more pliable and open to her sexual advances.

Mr. Johnstone's house was stark and imposing, much like the woman herself. She answered the door in a simple black dress, her legs bare. High heels made her tower over me. She took my arm, steering me inside. The living room was dim, the air thick with the scent of expensive perfume. She gestured for me to sit, and I sank into the plush couch. She handed me a steaming cup of tea, her fingers brushing mine. The touch sent a jolt through me. "Tell me about your family, dear," she murmured, sitting close. Her thigh pressed against mine. She stroked my hair, her touch gentle but firm. I stammered, trying to focus on her questions. Her hand moved to my neck, her thumb circling my skin. I felt a heat rising in my cheeks, in my groin. Her touch grew bolder, her fingers tracing the line of my jaw, my collarbone. She leaned in, her breath hot on my ear. "You're so responsive, dear," she whispered. Her hand slipped down, cupping my chest through my shirt. I gasped, my body betraying me, pressing into her touch. She chuckled, low and throaty. "Good boy," she purred. Her hand moved lower, tracing the waistband of my jeans. I shuddered, my heart pounding. She leaned back, her eyes locked onto mine. "Drink your tea, dear," she ordered, her voice leaving no room for argument. I lifted the cup, my hands shaking. As I sipped, she watched me, a smug smile playing on her lips. She knew she had me, and she was enjoying every moment of it. She took my cup, setting it aside. Then, she placed a hand on my thigh, her fingers inching upwards. She got the tea to wash down the lump in my throat. Her fingers pulled my zipper down, and she moved closer, her hot breath on my cock as her fingers freed it. She parted her lips, then ran her tongue up my shaft, looking up at me with hungry eyes. She had me.

She suddenly kissed me. her clever hands explored my shuddering body, teasing my nipples and murmuring seditious words into my impressionable young mind. Kiss me back you little sissy slut. Kiss me back you little sissy slut. I'll teach it to give so much pleasure... mmmm... let teacher tease those little nipples... lovely... yes.. relax you sweet sexy boy.. let me give you pleasure..."

She suddenly kissed me, her lips firm and demanding. Her clever hands explored my shuddering body, teasing my nipples and murmuring seditious words into my impressionable mind. "Kiss me back, you little sissy slut," she whispered against my lips, her breath hot and insistent. "Kiss me back." I hesitated for a moment, my mind reeling. She took advantage of my hesitation, her fingers pinching my nipples sharply, sending a jolt of pain and pleasure through me. "Mmmm... Let teacher tease those little nipples..." she murmured, her tongue flicking out to lick my bottom lip. She didn't let up, her fingers rolling and tugging at my nipples, her mouth never leaving mine. I tried to obey but I was overwhelmed, my body trembling with a mix of fear and arousal. "Relax, you sweet, sexy boy," she cooed, her voice like velvet. "Let me give you pleasure." She moved her hand from my nipples, trailing it down my stomach, her fingers dancing over my skin. She gripped my cock, stroking it lightly, her thumb circling the sensitive tip. I moaned, my hips bucking slightly. She smiled against my lips, her eyes gleaming with triumph. "Good boy," she purred. "That's it. Feel it. Feel your body betray you. Feel how much you want this, you little sissy slut."

Overcome with the whole situation and her seductive advances, I relaxed into her caresses and her intimate kisses and willingly let my young body be fondled and aroused by her competent ministrations. My small prick started to stiffen. I melted into her lewd embrace and let her have her way with my body and mind. She then took me to the next step: Implanting the desire for feminization in me. Mistress Johnstone knows, understands your innermost desires... You'd like to be dressed in tight girly panties.You would be such a lovely girl, Richard... no... you need a girly name, Rita... yes... little Rita... my darling sweet lesbo girl... my little slut.

She pulled away slightly, her eyes never leaving mine. "You're such a good boy, Richard," she purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "But I think it's time we give you a new name, don't you think?" Her fingers trailed down my chest, tracing patterns on my skin. I shivered, my body on high alert. "You would be such a lovely girl, Richard," she murmured, her voice soft and seductive. "But girls have different names. We need to find one that suits you, darling." She leaned in, her lips brushing against my ear. "How about Rita?" she whispered, her breath hot on my skin. "Little Rita, my darling sweet lesbian girl. My little slut." Her hand wrapped around my cock, stroking it firmly. "Say it, Rita," she commanded, her voice leaving no room for argument. "Tell me you're my little slut." I hesitated, my mind racing. Her grip tightened, her strokes becoming more insistent. "Say it, Rita," she repeated, her voice a low growl. "Tell me you're my little slut." I took a deep breath, my body betraying me. "I... I'm your little slut, Mistress," I stammered, my voice barely a whisper. She smiled, her eyes gleaming with triumph. "Good girl," she purred, her strokes becoming gentler. "Now, let's get you dressed properly, shall we?" She stood up, her heels clicking on the marble floor. She held out her hand, waiting for me to take it. I hesitated for a moment, then placed my hand in hers. She pulled me up, leading me out of the living room and towards the staircase. "Come, Rita," she said, her voice firm. "It's time to make you a woman."

she took me to her bedroom, where a lovely schoolgirl outfit had already, conveniently, been laid out on the large double bed. She sat on the bed and I stood in front her as she rapidly undressed me, and once in a while kissed my naked flesh or willing mouth. I believed this was what I most deeply desired, to become transformed, feminized, to become Rita. I did not find it odd to stand before Mistress Johnstone stark naked, with my small prick stiff and tingling. Oh... the sweet sissy is all excited! Good girlie, Rita... you make such a lovely sissy

She leaned back on her elbows, her skirt riding up to reveal her stockings and the lace trim of her garter belt. Her eyes roamed over my naked body, a smug smile playing on her lips. "Such a pretty little thing," she murmured, patting the bed beside her. "Come here, Rita. Let's get you dressed up." I approached her, my heart pounding in my chest. She reached out, her fingers tracing the line of my hip bone, sending shivers down my spine. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of the panties she wanted me to wear, pulling me closer. "Step into these, darling," she instructed, her voice a sultry purr. I complied, one foot at a time, feeling the soft fabric against my skin. She slid the panties up my legs, her hands lingering on my thighs. She leaned in, her breath hot on my inner thigh, and kissed the sensitive skin. I let out a soft gasp, my body responding to her touch. She looked up at me, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Good girl," she purred, standing up to fasten the panties at my waist. She turned me around, her hands running over my ass, squeezing gently. "Bend over, Rita," she commanded, her voice firm. I obeyed, placing my hands on the bed for support. She ran her hands over my ass, her fingers trailing over the seam of the panties. She leaned down, her teeth gently nibbling at my flesh, her hands squeezing and massage. I moaned softly, my body arching into her touch. She stood up, her hands moving to my shoulders, pushing me down onto the bed. She straddled me, her weight pressing me into the mattress. She leaned down, her lips brushing against my ear. "Now, let's get you into the rest of your outfit, shall we?" she whispered, her voice thick with desire. She moved off me, and I rolled onto my back - my dick standing proud and alert in the skimpy pink panties. "Look at that little cock, all stiff and eager. Such a good girl, Rita. You're learning so fast." She stroked my cheek, her touch tender. "Now, let's get you dressed up properly, my little sissy slut." She stood, grabbing the schoolgirl skirt and blouse from the bed. "Hands up, darling. It's time to make you a proper little schoolgirl."

You're such a naughty girl! You little sissy clit is leaking into the nice panties! You'll have to spanked for that! Come here!" Spank after spank made me wriggle and struggle but Mistress Johnstone was strong and relentless. You took you spanking very well. Now thank me for delivering your deserved punishment by kneeling and kissing my hand and thanking me verbally.

I whimpered, my cheeks flushing with a mix of shame and arousal. I crawled towards her, my movements exaggerated in the tight panties. She sat on the edge of the bed, her legs spread, giving me a clear view of her stocking-clad thighs. She patted her knee, a smirk on her lips. "Over my knee, Rita. It's time to make that little sissy clit behave." I positioned myself across her lap, my ass in the air, my face pressed into the bed. She ran a hand over my panty-clad bottom, her touch firm and possessive. "Such a naughty girl," she murmured, her hand lifting. I braced myself, and the first spank landed with a sharp crack, the sound echoing in the room. I yelped, my body jerking. She spanked me again, her hand printing a hot sting on my flesh. I wriggled, trying to escape the sting, but her grip was like a vice. "Stay still, Rita," she commanded, her voice harsh. I forced myself to comply, my breath coming in quick gasps. The spanking continued, each smack landing with precision, covering every inch of my ass. I struggled, my body squirming, but she was relentless. Tears stung my eyes, but beneath the pain, there was a throbbing heat, a dark pleasure that made my little cock strain against the fabric of my panties. Finally, she stopped, her hand rubbing soothing circles over my reddened flesh. "There, there, little sissy," she cooed. "All done." She helped me up, guiding me to my knees in front of her. I looked up at her, my eyes watery, my body aching. She held out her hand, her fingers curled slightly. "Kiss it, Rita," she instructed, her voice soft. I leaned in, pressing my lips to her knuckles, tasting the faint saltiness of her skin. "Thank you, Mistress," I whispered, my voice hoarse. "Thank you for punishing me." She smiled, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Good girl," she purred, running a hand through my hair. "Now, let's finish getting you dressed, shall we?"

She first took an adjustable, elastic harness and fitted it on my chest. It was like a bra but not with cups. Mmm.. lovely... with the right treatments you'll grow a great pair of tits for me and my friends to play with.. and you do love to have your stiff sissy nips played with and teased, don't you girlie? That's good, little sweetie. I'll pay a lot of attention to your sissy nipples and tits!

She secured the harness snugly around my chest, pulling the straps tight. I gasped as the elastic dug into my skin, the pressure sending a strange mix of discomfort and arousal through my body. "Oh, that feels good, doesn't it, Rita?" she murmured, her fingers tracing the edge of the harness. " Soon, you'll have a lovely pair of tits for me to play with." Her eyes gleamed with a hungry lust. "Mmm.. lovely... with the right treatments you'll grow a great pair of tits for me and my friends to play with." She leaned in, her breath hot on my ear. "And you do love to have your stiff sissy nips played with and teased, don't you girlie?" She smiled at me, waiting for my response. "Yes, Mistress," I whispered, my voice barely audible. The thought of her hands on my chest, teasing and pinching, sent a shiver down my spine. I could feel my cock twitching in the panties, the fabric suddenly feeling too tight, too constricting. I shifted uncomfortably, but she just smiled, her fingers tracing the line of the harness, teasing me. "That's good, little sweetie," she cooed, her voice a soft purr. "I'll pay a lot of attention to your little sissy nipples and tits. You're going to be so pretty, all dressed up for me. And who knows, maybe I'll let you suck on the nipples and lick the tits of my friends too. Would you like that, Rita? Would you like to have a pair of tits to suck on while I play with your little cock?" She stood up, her hands moving to her own blouse. She began to unbutton it, revealing the lacy bra beneath. "Would you like to suck on my tits, Rita? Would you like to feel my nipples in your mouth, to taste them and suck on them while I touch your little cock?" She shrugged off her blouse, standing before me in just her bra and skirt. She cupped her breasts, her thumbs brushing over her nipples, making them harden beneath the lace. "Look at these, Rita," she purred. "These are the tits you're going to have. Big and round and perfect for playing with. And look at these nipples, all hard and ready for your mouth. Would you like that, Rita? Would you like to suck on my tits while I play with your little cock?" Her fingers hooked into the waistband of her skirt, and she began to slide it down and off her long legs. "That's right, little sissy," she said, her voice a sultry whisper. "You're going to love having tits, aren't you? You're going to love having them played with, teased, and sucked on. And who knows, maybe I'll even let you wear a cute little skirt and blouse to show them off. Would you like that, Rita? Would you like to be my little sissy slut, all dressed up and ready to play?"

she had me made up with glossy red nails, red lips, rosy cheeks and pigtails. Now, sweetie, you are an absolutely adorable vision! A perfect lesbian sissy schoolgirl slut! Ready to serve and please her Mistress! So now your training must begin! First of all - let me see you simply standing. My small sissy clit was stiff and leaking. she took me totally by surprise and removed her own, black silk panties, where a wet spot of her female secretions was very visible. She ordered me to sniff them thoroughly every night before I slept ensuring that I dreamt only of her!. She kissed me then, cradling my feminized sissy body, and forcefully kissing my full red lips, devouring my tongue, owning my oral cavity. I moaned with arousal and desire, only to be roughly cast over my Mistress lap.

Her hand pressed firmly between my shoulder blades, pushing me back over her lap. "You're not in charge here, little sissy," she growled, her voice thick with dominance. I gasped as my body folded over her thighs, my head hanging down, my ass in the air. The room spun slightly, my heart pounding in my chest. I could feel the dampness of her panties still clinging to my nose, the scent of her arousal intoxicating and overwhelming. Her hand rubbed my back, then slid down to cup my ass, squeezing firmly. "You like that, don't you, Rita?" she murmured, her voice a low purr. "You like being my little sissy slut, all dressed up and ready to serve." Her fingers traced the line of my panties, hooking into the waistband. She began to pull them down, slowly, inch by inch, revealing my flushed skin, my trembling thighs. I could feel the cool air of the room against my bare flesh, a stark contrast to the heat of my arousal. I whimpered as she exposed my ass completely, the fabric of my panties catching on the backs of my thighs. She paused, her fingers tracing the curve of my ass, teasing me, tormenting me. "Please, Mistress," I begged, my voice a soft whine. "Please, I need..." "You need what, little sissy?" she interrupted, her voice harsh. "Tell me what you need." Her hand came down on my ass with a sharp smack, the sound echoing in the room. I yelped, my body jerking, but she held me firmly in place, her hand rubbing the sting away almost as soon as it landed. I panted, my body squirming, desperately trying to grind against her thighs, to find some sort of relief. "I need... I need you, Mistress," I stammered, my voice hoarse with desire. "I need you to touch me, to play with me, to make me feel good." She chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down my spine. "And what makes you think you deserve that, little sissy?" she asked, her voice a soft purr. Her fingers traced the line of my ass, teasing me, tormenting me. "What makes you think you deserve to feel good?" She gave me a moment to think of an answer, but I couldn't think of anything. Anything at all.

I was in heaven, sissy heaven! Miss Johnstone had pulled up her dress to above her knees and spread her legs, so I had an unrestricted view of her pantied crotch. I almost fainted as my lips met her warm skin and I could smell her female arousal, musky and darkly spicy. Now you may remove my stockings. She then had me unzip her skirt and stepped out of it. I saw her take off her blouse. only clad in a matching set of black lacy panties and bra. She turned her back on me. now remove my panties with your mouth and worship my ass.

I hesitated for a moment, my heart pounding in my chest. Her ass was right there, round and firm, the black lace of her panties hugging her curves. I could see the faint outline of her slit, the damp spot growing more pronounced. I leaned in, my breath hot on her skin, and hooked my teeth into the waistband of her panties. I pulled gently, the fabric stretching as I inched it down, revealing more of her smooth, gleaming skin. She winked over her shoulder, a smirk playing on her lips. "That's it, little sissy. Show me what you've got." Her voice was a low purr, laced with dominance. I could feel the vibration of her voice in my teeth, the sensation sending a jolt of arousal straight to my core. I tugged harder, the panties sliding down her thighs, her ass fully exposed to me. I could see the glistening wetness of her pussy, the slight parting of her lips, and I felt a wave of lust crash over me. I pressed my face against her, my tongue flicking out to taste her. She gasped, her body jerking slightly, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she pushed back against me, grinding her ass into my face. I could taste her, salty and sweet, her arousal coating my tongue. I lapped at her, my hands gripping her thighs, holding her in place as I devoured her. My hands slid up her legs, my fingers brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. She shivered, a soft moan escaping her lips as I inched closer to her pussy. I could feel the heat radiating from her, the scent of her arousal filling my nostrils, intoxicating me. My tongue found her entrance, pressing inside, tasting her deeply. She cried out, her body trembling, her hands gripping the bedsheets tightly. She reached back, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer. "Yes, little sissy," she gasped. "Right there. Lick me. Taste me. Make me come." Her voice was a command, a demand, and I complied eagerly, my tongue working furiously, lapping at her, sucking on her clit, driving her wild. She bucked against me, her hips moving in time with my tongue, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. I could feel her body tensing, her muscles coiling, ready to snap. I redoubled my efforts, my tongue and lips working in unison, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. Suddenly, she stiffened, her body convulsing as her orgasm ripped through her. She cried out, a raw, primal sound, her fingers digging into my scalp. I held on, my tongue never stopping, riding out her orgasm, drawing it out, making it last. As she came down from her high, she released her grip on my hair, her body going limp. I pulled away slowly, my face glistening with her arousal, my lips swollen and slick. She turned to face me, her eyes glazed, her cheeks flushed. She reached out, her fingers tracing the line of my jaw, a soft smile playing on her lips. "Good girl," she murmured, her voice thick with satisfaction. "You did well. Now, it's my turn to make you feel good. It's time to show you why you’re really here, little sissy."

But first I think you will need a fresh make-up job and then I will pay some special attention to your nipples. We need to have those little darlings trained well! Push those lovely sissy tits forward you naughty sexy lesbian! Yes.. you long for me to play me them don't you, sweetie? I will play with those darling sweet sissy tits of yours... And we'll need some ice for that and nipple clamps and chains.

She ran her fingers through my hair, gripping it firmly, and guided my head up to meet her gaze. Her eyes were dark, hungry, and gleaming with a mix of lust and dominance. "First things first, little sissy," she purred, her voice a low, sultry hum. "Let's get you looking the part." Her hands moved to my chin, tilting my face up, inspecting me with a critical eye. "Stand up," she commanded, patting her lap gently. I rose, my body trembling slightly, a mix of anticipation and nerves coursing through me. She stood as well, her body pressing against mine, her breath hot on my ear. "Let's fix that makeup, shall we?" Her hands roamed over my body, tracing the lines of my clothes, her touch electric. She led me to a small vanity in the corner, the mirror reflecting my flushed cheeks and disheveled hair. She sat me down, her hands moving to my face, wiping away the smudged makeup with deft, practiced strokes. I watched in the mirror as she worked, her eyes focused, her mouth set in a firm line. She reapplied the makeup with careful precision, her fingers brushing against my skin, sending shivers down my spine. Once she was satisfied with her work, she stepped back, her eyes roaming over my body. "Now, let's see those tits, little sissy," she murmured, her voice a low purr. "Push them out for me. Show me what you've got." Her hands moved to the front of my dress, unbuttoning it slowly, revealing my lacy bra. She unhooked it with a flick of her fingers, the cool air of the room hardening my nipples instantly. She reached out, her fingers pinching and rolling the sensitive buds, a sharp gasp escaping my lips. "Yes, just like that," she whispered, her voice thick with lust. She moved away briefly, returning with a small tray. On it were various items: a bag of ice, a set of gleaming nipple clamps, and a thin chain. I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest as she laid the items out before me. She picked up a cube of ice, her fingers wrapping around it, and she leaned in, her breath hot on my nipple. I gasped as the cold ice touched my heated skin, a shock of sensation shooting through me. She circled my nipple with the ice, the cold contrast making it harder, more sensitive. I moaned, my body arching towards her, craving more. She moved to the other nipple, repeating the process, her eyes locked onto mine, watching my reactions intently. Once both nipples were hard and glistening with melted ice, she picked up the clamps. She leaned in, her breath hot on my ear. "These are going to hurt, little sissy," she whispered, her voice a low, threatening purr. "But you're going to take it, aren't you? You're going to take it for me."

My sissy clit was stiff and drooling its thick juices into my tight pink panties. I whimpered with longing and melted into her strong embrace as she held my body close to hers and continued her wanton exploration of my sissy ass. Then she turned me around and started to pinch, pull and gently slap my nipples and sissy bosom through the tight top. Satiny cloth slid over turgid, sensitive flesh. My sissy clit was stiff and drooling its thick juices into my tight pink panties. I whimpered with longing and melted into her strong embrace as she held my body close to hers and continued her wanton exploration of my sissy ass. Then she turned me around and started to pinch, pull and gently slap my nipples and sissy bosom through the tight top. Satiny cloth slid over turgid, sensitive flesh.

She grabbed the clamps, her fingers cool against my heated skin. She leaned in, her breath hot on my ear. Her breath was hot on my ear and her lips touched my lobe. "Ready, little sissy?" she whispered, her voice a low, sultry purr. I nodded, a whimper escaping my lips as she pinched my nipple, the clamp clicking into place with a sharp, sudden pain. I gasped, my body jerking, but she held me steady, her other hand gripping my hip firmly. She moved to the other nipple, her eyes locked onto mine, watching my reactions intently. She pinched and rolled the sensitive bud before applying the clamp, the pain shooting through me, making me cry out. She leaned back, admiring her handiwork, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips. She reached for the chain, connecting the clamps, the cold metal sending a shiver down my spine. She gave it a gentle tug, a soft moan escaping my lips as the clamps pulled taut, the pain a constant, throbbing ache. She moved behind me, her hands roaming over my body, her touch electric. She grabbed my hips, pulling me back against her, her hardness pressing into my ass. She ground against me, a low groan escaping her lips. She reached around, her fingers finding my clit, rubbing it through the thin fabric of my panties. She gripped my hair, pulling my head back, exposing my neck. She leaned in, her teeth nipping at my skin, her tongue tracing a path up to my ear. "You like that, don't you, little sissy?" she whispered, her voice a low, threatening purr. "You like it when I play with your clit. When I make you feel good." She slipped her hand into my panties, her fingers finding my wet, swollen flesh. She rubbed and circled, her touch expert, driving me wild. I moaned, my body bucking against her, my hips moving in time with her fingers. She pinched my clit, a sharp gasp escaping my lips, the pain mixing with the pleasure, heightening my arousal. She slipped a finger inside me, then another, her palm grinding against my clit. She fucked me with her fingers, her pace quick, her touch demanding. I could feel my orgasm building, my body tensing, my muscles coiling, ready to snap. She pulled her fingers out, a whimper of protest escaping my lips. She turned me around, her eyes locked onto mine, a hungry, dominant glint in her gaze. She grabbed the chain connected to my nipple clamps, giving it a sharp tug, a cry of pain and pleasure escaping my lips. She leaned in, her breath hot on my ear. "On your knees, little sissy," she commanded, her voice a low, threatening growl. "It's time for you to show me how much you appreciate my touch."

I was allowed to sit on her generous lap while she teased the chain and nipple-clamps and explored my stiff clit with a slow, teasing forefinger. Oh, sissy Rita is soooo excited... her small clit is stiff and leaking... taste my sweet, taste you own sissy juice on my finger... yes... so good isn't it? So delicious to be sucking your own sissy pre-cum from you Mamas finger.. But remember, sweet sissy, you may not cum unless I allow it... never... ever. does sissy Rita want to have a nice cum inside her tight pink panties? Mama... please let me have a nice sissy cummieeeee... In my tight... pink panties... yes... Ohh... please... Mistress.. "Cum now, sissy Rita. Cum for Mommy.

She smiled cruelly, loving my desperation. "Begging already?" She teased, her eyes gleaming with amusement and lust. "You haven’t even earned it yet, you little slut." She tugged on the chain, the clamps biting into my nipples, sending a sharp jolt of pain mixed with pleasure straight to my throbbing clit. She leaned in, her breath hot on my ear. "Now, suck my finger, little sissy. Taste your own pathetic need." I hesitated for a moment, but her grip on the chain tightened, a silent threat. I leaned forward, my tongue darting out to lick her finger, tasting the sweet, musky flavor of my own arousal. I sucked her finger into my mouth, my cheeks hollowing as I swirled my tongue around it, tasting every last drop of my sissy juice. She watched me, her eyes burning with lust and dominance. She finally pulled her finger away, a satisfied smirk on her lips. "Good girl," she purred, her hand moving to cup my chin, her thumb brushing against my cheek. "Now, let's see how well you can suck." She grabbed my hair, forcing my head down towards her lap. My eyes widened as I saw the glistening wet spot on her leather pants, the scent of her arousal heavy in the air. "Suck, little sissy," she commanded, her voice a low growl. "Show me what that pretty mouth of yours can do." I hesitated for a moment, my heart pounding in my chest. But her grip on my hair tightened, a silent threat. I leaned in, my tongue darting out to lick the length of her pussy through the leather. She groaned, her hips bucking slightly, her hand fisting in my hair. I could smell her arousal, thick and intoxicating, and I knew I was lost. My mouth watered, ready to taste her fully. My body trembled with anticipation as I inched her leather panties down, finally exposing her glistening, pink flesh. I dove in, my tongue licking up her slick folds, tasting her sweet, salty juices. She moaned, her hips grinding against my face, her fingers tightening in my hair. "That's it, little sissy," she purred, her voice thick with lust. "Show me how much you want it." Her breathing got heavier. Her legs tensed. Her perfume mixed with the scent of her wet pussy. My own clit throbbed, aching for release, but I knew better than to seek it without her permission. I focused on her, my tongue and lips working eagerly, driving her closer to the edge. Her moans filled the room, her body trembling with anticipation. She was close.

She says "fuck my ass". she finally cums and turns her attention to me. caressing my nipple and licking my cock. slowly she slides it in her vagina. i'm in heaven.

She leaned back, her eyes locked onto mine and says "fuck my ass." Her eyes gleam with lust, and she lets out a low, demanding growl. "I want you to fuck my ass, little sissy. Show me what you've got." She flipped over, presenting her round, firm ass to me. She reached back, spreading her cheeks, revealing her tight, puckered hole. I hesitated for a moment, my heart pounding in my chest, but her command was clear. I positioned myself behind her, my cock throbbing with anticipation. The nipple clamps were still biting into my skin, sending waves of pleasure and pain through my body. My cock was dripping with my own excitement. She moaned softly, pushing back against me, urging me to take her. I pressed the head of my cock against her tight entrance, pushing in slowly, inch by inch, until I was fully sheathed inside her. She moaned, her body trembling with pleasure. "That's it, little sissy," she purred, her voice thick with lust. "Fuck my ass like the good little sissy you are." I began to move, my hips thrusting against her, my cock sliding in and out of her tight ass. She moaned, her body writhing beneath me, her hips meeting my thrusts with eager desperation. Her pleasure was evident in every moan, every gasp, every twitch of her body. She reached back, her fingers finding my balls, squeezing gently, adding to the intense sensation. Her body tensed, her muscles clenching around me, and she let out a deep, guttural moan as she finally cums, her orgasm ripping through her. She collapsed onto the bed and turned her attention to me. Her fingers brushed against my nipple, the touch electric, making me gasp. She leaned in, her tongue tracing a path down my chest, her breath hot on my skin. She moved lower, her tongue licking and teasing as she made her way down to my cock. She wrapped her lips around me, her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip, tasting my pre-cum. She took me deeper into her mouth, her head bobbing up and down, her suction tight and demanding. My hands fisted in her hair, my hips bucking against her, my body trembling with pleasure. She slid her mouth off my cock and moved back up to my nipple, her tongue circling the sensitive bud before she pulled the clamp off, the sudden rush of blood making me cry out. She repeated the process with the other nipple, the pain and pleasure mixing, driving me wild. She straddled me, her wet pussy pressing against my cock. She leaned in, her lips brushing against mine, her tongue invading my mouth, claiming me. She reached between us, guiding my cock to her entrance. She slowly slid down onto me, her tight pussy enveloping me, her walls clenching around my shaft. I groaned, my body tensing, my hands gripping her hips. She began to move, her hips rolling, her body grinding against mine. She leaned back, her hands on my thighs, her eyes locked onto mine, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips. "You're in heaven now, aren't you, little sissy?" she purred, her voice a low, sultry purr. She began to ride me in earnest, her body moving with a rhythm that was pure sin, her hips grinding against mine, her pussy milking my cock. I was lost in the sensation, my body trembling, my muscles coiling, ready to snap.

follow me to the toilet she says. i kneel before her while she pees. when finish she has me lick her clean.

She suddenly pulled away, leaving me aching and on the edge. "Follow me," she commanded, her voice dripping with dominance. She stood, walking towards the bathroom, her hips swaying seductively. I followed, my cock throbbing, pre-cum dripping onto the floor. She stopped in front of the toilet, turning to face me. "Kneel," she ordered. I obeyed, my knees hitting the cold tiles, my eyes level with her pussy. She spread her legs slightly, giving me a clear view of her glistening folds. I could see her arousal, thick and inviting, and I licked my lips, eager to taste her again. She began to piss, the stream hitting the water with a soft splash. I didn't flinch, my eyes locked onto hers, waiting for her command. When she finished, she stepped back, her eyes never leaving mine. "Clean me," she said, her voice a low growl. I leaned in, my tongue darting out, licking up her inner thighs, tasting the remnants of her piss mixed with her arousal. I moved higher, my tongue licking and cleaning her, tasting every last drop of her. She moaned softly, her fingers tangling in my hair, guiding me, urging me to lick her clean. I complied, my tongue working diligently, cleaning her, tasting her, worshipping her. She finally pulled away, a satisfied smirk on her lips. "Good boy," she purred, her voice thick with lust. "Now, let's see how well you can suck again." She turned, her hands braced on the sink, her ass presented to me. I knew exactly what she wanted. I moved in, my tongue licking up her ass, tasting her, preparing her. She moaned, her hips bucking back against me, urging me to take her. I pressed my tongue against her tight hole, pushing in slowly, tasting her, teasing her. She groaned, her body trembling with anticipation. She finally said, "Fuck me, little sissy. Show me what you've got." I stood, my cock throbbing, ready to take her again. I positioned myself behind her, my hands gripping her hips, my cock pressing against her ass. She pushed back against me, urging me to take her, to fuck her, to claim her.

One day she dressed me as Rita, slightly less slutty than usual, and we drove to a shopping mall in a nearby city. posing as mother and daughter, holding hands and visiting a number of shops looking at clothes and accessories. I was thrilled and delighted, especially as everybody accepted my sissy persona readily, and did not think of me a male. Afterwards, in the privacy of my Mistress's house, she had me pleasure her by kissing every inch of her body and then licking her ass and cunt until she gushed her essence into my eager mouth.

She spat on my cock, rubbing it in with her fingers, making sure I was slick and ready. I pressed against her, the head of my cock teasing her tight hole. I pushed in slowly, inch by inch, her body resisting at first, then slowly giving way. She moaned, her body tensing as she took me in, her muscles clamping down around me. "You're so tight," I groaned, my hands gripping her hips tightly. She pushed back against me, taking me deeper, her body adjusting to my size. I began to move, my hips thrusting against her, my cock sliding in and out of her tight ass. She moaned, her body writhing, her hips meeting my thrusts with eager desperation. Her pleasure was evident in every moan, every gasp, every twitch of her body. She reached back, her fingers finding my balls, squeezing gently, adding to the intense sensation. Her body tensed, her muscles clenching around me, and she let out a deep, guttural moan as she finally cums, her orgasm ripping through her. She suddenly pulled away, leaving me aching and on the edge. "Not yet, little sissy," she purred, her voice thick with lust. She turned to face me, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "I want you to fuck my pussy now. I want to feel you inside me, stretching me, filling me." She leaned in, her lips brushing against mine, her tongue invading my mouth, claiming me. She reached between us, guiding my cock to her entrance. She slowly slid down onto me, her tight pussy enveloping me, her walls clenching around my shaft. I groaned, my body tensing, my hands gripping her hips. She began to move, her hips rolling, her body grinding against mine. She leaned back, her hands on my thighs, her eyes locked onto mine, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips. "You're in heaven now, aren't you, little sissy?" she purred, her voice a low, sultry purr. Suddenly, she stopped, her eyes widening. "Someone's at the door," she whispered, her body tensing. She quickly dismounted me, her eyes never leaving the door. "Stay here," she commanded, her voice a low growl. She quickly pulled on a robe, tying it tightly around her waist. She glanced back at me, her eyes filled with lust and promise. "This isn't over, little sissy," she purred, before turning and walking towards the door, leaving me aching and on the edge, my cock throbbing with unspent need. I heard her open the door, her voice greeting whoever was on the other side. I could hear muffled voices, but I couldn't make out what they were saying. I stood there, my cock throbbing, my body trembling with anticipation, waiting for her to return, waiting to finish what we had started.

Then, finally, after about a month of rigorous training, she deemed the time was right for me to lose my sissy virginity. I was ecstatic, eager to become Rita, eager to be Mistress's slutty lesbian sissy. I arrived at her house and she bid me welcome with a kiss and a hug. Safe inside the house, she drew me close and kissed me hand and demanding and I melted into her strong embrace, enjoying being so forcefully kissed. You can feel that my female cock is hard and ready for you, and I'll use it to deflower your sexy sissy body later.

I shivered in her grasp, her words sending a jolt of excitement through me. She chuckled, feeling my body respond to her promise. She pulled back slightly, her eyes gleaming with lust and dominance. "But first, you need to earn it," she said, her voice a low purr. She took my hand, leading me to the living room. She pushed me down onto the couch, her eyes roaming over my body, taking in the sight of me in my sissy attire. But without a bra or panties this time. "Strip," she commanded, her voice leaving no room for argument. I obeyed, quickly shedding my clothes, my body on full display. She circled me like a predator, her eyes drinking in every inch of my body. She stopped in front of me, her hand reaching out, her fingers tracing the line of my jaw. She leaned in, her lips brushing against mine, her tongue invading my mouth, claiming me. I melted into her, my body pressing against hers. She pulled away, a smirk playing on her lips. "On your knees," she ordered, her voice firm. I dropped to my knees, my heart pounding in my chest, my cock throbbing with anticipation. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse, revealing her breasts, her nipples already hard and begging for attention. She stepped closer, her thighs pressing against my cheeks. "Lick," she commanded, her voice a low growl. I leaned in, my tongue darting out, licking her inner thighs. She groaned, her fingers tangling in my hair, guiding me, urging me higher. I complied, my tongue licking and teasing her, tasting her, worshipping her. She moaned, her body trembling with anticipation. "You know what to do, little sissy," she purred, her voice thick with lust. "Make me cum, and then maybe, just maybe, I'll let you have what you want." She reached down, her fingers finding my hair, gripping it tightly, guiding me to her pussy. I leaned in, my tongue licking her folds, tasting her arousal, her desire. She groaned, her hips bucking against me, urging me to take more. I complied, my tongue delving deeper, tasting her, teasing her, driving her wild. She moaned, her body tensing, her muscles clenching as she finally cums, her orgasm ripping through her. She pulled away, her chest heaving, her eyes glazed with pleasure. She looked down at me, her lips curling into a satisfied smirk. "Good girl," she purred, her voice thick with lust.

Naked I followed her to her spacious bedroom, my constrained sissy clit embarrassingly stiff and erect where my outfit for the day was laid out. A vision of virgin white and scrumptious satiny silk and I felt a wonderful tingly thrill at seeing all these feminine attributes arranged, ready for me, for lesbian sissy girl Rita. First the panties, tight, off-white satin with a lovely fringe of lace. They were like a sheath of extra skin over my sissy privates, gently imprisoning my stiff clit and enclosing my sensitive plums. She teased my nipples, caressing and pinching them lightly until they were stiff and wanting.

She watched me step into the panties, her eyes never leaving my body. "Turn around," she commanded, her voice a low purr. I complied, showing her the way the satin hugged my ass, the lace teasing the tops of my thighs. She nodded, satisfied, before handing me the bra. It was a delicate thing, made of the same satin and lace, with thin straps that would leave little to the imagination. I slipped it on, the cool fabric brushing against my nipples, making them tingle and tighten. She came to me again, her fingers tracing the edge of the bra, her touch sending shivers down my spine, her teeth nipping my neck. "So pretty," she murmured, her breath hot against my ear. "Just like a little sissy slut." Her words sent a jolt of excitement through me, my clit twitching in response. She reached into my bra, her fingers finding my nipples, rolling them between her thumb and finger. I gasped, my body arching into her touch, my clit throbbing with need. "That's it, little sissy," she purred, her voice thick with lust. "Feel it. Feel how much you want this. How much you want me." She pinched my nipples, a sharp sting that sent a wave of pleasure crashing through me. I moaned, my body trembling, my clit aching with need. Her hand slipped out of my bra, trailing down my stomach, her fingers dancing over my skin. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of my panties, pulling me close, her lips brushing against mine. "Let's get you fully dressed, shall we?" she whispered, her voice a sultry promise. She slowly pulled down my panties, her knuckles brushing against my throbbing clit, making me gasp. She knelt in front of me, her eyes locked onto mine as she slid the panties off, leaving me bare and exposed. She stood up, her fingers tracing the line of my jaw, her thumb brushing against my lips. "You look so beautiful like this," she murmured, her voice thick with lust. "So ready to be fucked. So ready to be my little sissy slut." She leaned in, her lips capturing mine in a fierce kiss. I melted into her, my body pressing against hers, my clit throbbing with need. She pulled away, a smirk playing on her lips. "But first, you need to be properly dressed for the occasion." She held up the silk dress, the fabric shimmering in the light. "Put this on," she commanded, her voice leaving no room for argument. I took the dress, the silk cool and smooth against my skin. I slipped it over my head, the fabric sliding down my body, hugging my curves, the hemline teasing the tops of my thighs. She circled me, her eyes drinking in the sight of me in the dress, her lips curling into a satisfied smirk. "Perfect," she purred, her voice thick with lust. "Now, let's see how well you can take my cock, little sissy."

Sissy Rita needs a strict punishment before she can be fucked by her lovely Mommy... doesn't she? Yes... ohhh ... yes... Mommy... I do... I need a... please spank my naughty sissy bottom, Mommy.. please-- I need a hard spanking with your hairbrush. Hard slaps from Mistress's heavy wooden hairbrush rained over my erect clittie, and the pain made it immediately softer. So, my lovely girl, your pussy is ready and waiting for my hard cock and I'll make you beg for it, you naughty slut! Getting so aroused by your spanking!

She smirked, her eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and dominance. "Well, well, well, look who's eager for a spanking. You really are a naughty little sissy, aren't you?" Her hands found my hips, gripping them tightly as she turned me around, bending me over the bed. The silk dress rode up, exposing my ass, the cool air of the room contrasting with the heat of my skin. "I think you need to be taught a lesson, little sissy," she purred, her voice a low growl. She reached for the hairbrush, the heavy wooden implement feeling ominous in her hand. She ran her fingers over the smooth surface, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "So, you want a spanking, do you?" she asked, her voice a mocking purr. "You want me to turn your little sissy bottom red? To make you scream and beg for mercy?" Her hand came down hard, the brush connecting with my flesh with a sharp crack. I gasped at the stinging impact, my body jerking forward. She paused, giving me a moment to absorb the sensation, before bringing the brush down again, this time on the other cheek. My arousal was intense, the pain and pleasure mixing together in a heady confluence. She spanked me again and again, the brush raining down on my ass, the slaps echoing through the room. Each impact sent a jolt of sensation through me, my body responding with a mix of pain and pleasure. Her rhythm was relentless, each spank landing with precision, covering every inch of my ass. She leaned down, her breath hot against my ear. "You like that, don't you, little sissy?" she whispered, her voice thick with lust. "You like it when I spank you. When I make you feel like a bad girl." She pulled something from the bedside table. Then, her fingers found my clit, rubbing and teasing, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I moaned, my hips bucking back against her hand, my body betraying my desire. She chuckled, her fingers continuing their torment, driving me wild with need. "Tell me, little sissy," she purred, her voice a low growl. "Tell me how much you love it. How much you need it." "Oh, Mistress - I need it," I moaned, my voice a desperate plea. "I need your cock. I need you to fuck me." She leaned down, her lips brushing against my ear. "Good girl," she whispered, her voice a sultry promise. "Now, it's time for your reward." She gently released my throbbing clit and I looked around my shoulder. She slowly pulled the hairbrush across my tingling flesh and I shuddered. She smirked and tossed the hairbrush onto my silk dress. Then she unbuttoned and unzipped her skirt and let it fall down her legs, along with her panties. I turned to face her again, my eyes widening at the sight of her naked body, her cock hard and ready. She stepped closer, her body pressing against mine, her cock rubbing against my thigh. She reached down, her fingers finding my clit again, rubbing and teasing, sending waves of pleasure through my body. "Please, Mistress," I begged, my voice a desperate plea. "Please fuck me. I need it. I need you."

she said It is time, my sweet, to give up your virginity to me. Her hands reached down and slowly lifted my dress up my legs, exposing my crotch to her view. She began running her hands over my thighs. Occasionally her hand would brush over my love-juice soaked panties. "Let's see if you can get my prick wet enough to enter your hot pussy. Open your mouth and suck my cock," she commanded. she slid the cock slowly in-and-out of my pursed lips. "Lift your cute slutty ass in the air"

She guided me, her strong hands on my hips, urging me to lift my ass higher, presenting myself to her like some obscene offering. The silk of my dress pooled around my waist, leaving my lower body bare and vulnerable. She stood between my thighs, her cock glistening with my saliva, a wicked smirk on her lips. "Such a good little sissy," she purred, running her hands over my reddened ass, her touch a mix of soothing and possessive. She leaned down, her breath hot on my skin as she spoke directly to my throbbing clit. "You're so wet for me, aren't you?" she whispered, her fingers brushing lightly over my folds, making me shudder. "So ready to be fucked." She spat on her fingers, rubbing the saliva over her cock, coating it in a slick mix of spit and precum. She pressed the head against my entrance, a slow, teasing pressure that made me whimper with need. "Beg for it," she commanded, her voice a low growl. "Beg for my cock, little sissy." "Please," I moaned, pushing back against her, trying to impale myself on her cock. "Please, Mistress. I need your cock. I need you to fuck me." She chuckled, a dark and hungry sound, and then she pushed forward, the head of her cock stretching me open, filling me in a way that made me cry out. She paused, giving me a moment to adjust, before pulling back and thrusting forward again, her hips slapping against my ass, her cock driving deep into my pussy. She set a punishing rhythm, her cock pounding into me, each thrust sending waves of pleasure crashing through my body. Her fingers found my clit again, rubbing and teasing, driving me wild with need. “Fuck, you're tight," she grunted, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Such a good little sissy slut, taking my cock so well." I reached back, my hands gripping her thighs, my nails digging into her flesh as I met her thrusts, my body desperate for more. She leaned over me, her body covering mine, her cock hitting deeper, her fingers working my clit with relentless precision. The room filled with the sounds of our fucking, the slap of flesh on flesh, my desperate moans, her grunts of effort and pleasure.

Mommy - Please: I would like to cum. "Mistress, I'm so hot. My clittie is about to explode in My panties. "Say that Rita's pussy is on fire and she wants to cum. Who is Rita? Rita is your lesbian sissy slave slut. Rita is your little lesbian sissy panty slave and she wants ... no needs ... to cum, please!

"Mommy, please," I gasped, my voice a desperate plea. "I'm so hot. Rita's pussy is on fire and she wants to cum. Please, Mistress, I need to cum. My clit is about to explode in my panties." She chuckled, a dark and hungry sound, her fingers never stopping their relentless assault on my clit. "You want to cum, little sissy?" she purred, her voice a low growl. "You want to cum like a good little slut?" "Yes, Mistress," I moaned, my hips bucking back against her, trying to fuck myself on her fingers. "Please, let me cum. I need it. I need to cum for you." She leaned down, her breath hot on my neck, her teeth nipping at my skin. "Cum for me, little sissy," she commanded, her voice a rough whisper. "Cum like the good little slut you are. Cum all over my fingers." Her words pushed me over the edge, my body convulsing as my orgasm ripped through me. I screamed, a wild and primal sound, my body shaking with the force of my release. My pussy clenched around her fingers, my juices coating her hand as I rode out my orgasm, my body writhing and bucking beneath her. She chuckled, a satisfied sound, as she slowly withdrew her fingers from my pussy. She brought them to her lips, sucking them clean, her eyes never leaving mine. "Such a good little sissy," she purred, her voice a low growl. "You cum so beautifully. You're such a good little slut for me." She stood up, her cock still hard and ready, glossy with my arousal. She reached down, her hands gripping my hips, pulling me back onto my knees, her cock pressing against my ass. "Now, it's my turn," she growled, her voice thick with lust. "I'm going to fuck your ass, little sissy. I'm going to make you take my cock like a good little slut." She spat on her fingers, rubbing the saliva over her cock, coating it in a slick mix of spit and lube. She pressed the head against my tight hole, a slow, teasing pressure that made me whimper with anticipation. "Beg for it," she commanded, her voice a low growl. "Beg for my cock, little sissy. Beg for me to fuck your ass."

please fuck me mommy. please fuck my virgin hole. please fuck my pussy. fuck me long and hard. Sissy Cum on Mommy's cock. We came in unison, my Mommy and I.

She smiled cruelly, enjoying the pleading in my voice. "Say it louder, little sissy. Tell mommy what you want." "Please, Mommy," I cried out, my voice echoing in the room. "Please fuck me. Fuck my virgin hole. Fuck my pussy. Fuck me long and hard. Make me cum on your cock." She chuckled, a dark and hungry sound, and then she pushed forward, the head of her cock pressing against my tight asshole. I gasped, the sensation of being stretched and filled both painful and pleasurable. She pulled back slightly, then thrust forward again, her cock inch by inch breaching my virgin hole. I moaned, a long, low sound of surrender, as she began to fuck my ass, her hips moving in a steady, relentless rhythm. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure and pain crashing through my body, her cock filling me in a way that was both intense and exhilarating. Her hands gripped my hips, her fingers digging into my flesh, holding me in place as she pounded into me. "Oh my Sissy," she moaned, her voice thick with lust. "Fuck, Your ass is so tight. So fucking perfect." She reached around, her fingers finding my clit, rubbing and teasing it in time with her thrusts. The dual sensations of her cock in my ass and her fingers on my clit were overwhelming, my body on fire with need. "That's it, little sissy," she grunted, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Take my cock. Take it all. You're such a good little slut for mommy." I reached back, my hands gripping her thighs, my nails digging into her flesh as I met her thrusts, my body desperate for more. The room filled with the sounds of our fucking, the slap of flesh on flesh, my desperate moans, her grunts of effort and pleasure. Her cock felt like a burning rod, stretching me, owning me. She pounded relentlessly, her hips slapping against my ass, her cock driving deep into my virgin hole. Her fingers worked my clit with relentless precision, driving me wild with need. She leaned over me, her body covering mine, her cock hitting deeper, her fingers working my clit with relentless precision. The room filled with the sounds of our fucking, the slap of flesh on flesh, my desperate moans, her grunts of effort and pleasure. I gasped, "Mommy, I'm so hot. I don't want this to ever stop. "You want mommy to cum with you, little sissy? Want mommy's hot load in your tight little ass?" She fucked my ass with nothing but slow, deep strokes. I could feel the head of her cock dragging against my prostate with every thrust, sending electric jolts of pleasure through my body. She reached under me, her fingers finding my clit, rubbing and teasing it in time with her thrusts. "You're going to cum with me, little sissy," she commanded. "You're going to cum all over mommy's cock. You're going to be a good little slut and cum for me." Her words pushed me over the edge. My body convulsed as my orgasm ripped through me. I screamed, a wild and primal sound, my body shaking with the force of my release. My ass clamped down around her cock, my juices coating her shaft as I rode out my orgasm, my body writhing and bucking beneath her. I heard her stiffen and grunt and felt a hot flood of cum deep in my ass as her hips jerked. Her cock seemed to swell and I was amazed at how much cum she had for me. It dripped out of my ass as she pulled out and she reached down to rub it into my skin.