Greetings Sissy! Here is an excellent sissy story! I received this email today from one of my favorite sissies, Sandy. Sounds like she had quite an amazing time the other night! Don’t you wish you could have as much fun as her? Ha ha.. you could!
I am a veteran of Mistress Shelly’s Forced Feminization files – anything to do with sucking cock or dressing up and becoming the sissyslut of my dreams. Best yet, being able to fulfill both my fantasies at the same time. I wanted to relate a recent experience that made both of these fantasies a reality.
The other day, after listening to some of Mistress Shelly’s files in the background at work, I found myself horny as hell and wanting to get naughty as I could. I have a pink satin chemise with pockets in the bra for breast forms that I purchased online. I put on the chemise in my office under my drabby boy clothes, put my forms in my briefcase, and headed out. In the parking garage I slipped the forms inside my chemise under my shirt, taking advantage of the dark that the recent changing of the clocks has offered. Driving with my forms on was awesome, as I felt them press against the seat belt. I felt so feminine and happy, and with my girls clothes on, I felt myself needing to fill my mouth with a nice hard cock, just as my glorious bimbo file has trained me. I pulled into the adult video store, just a just short detour from home, got out of the car, and headed in. my down coat was able to hide my big wonderful boobs (not for long!).
I headed into a booth, put in the card, dialed up some time, picked out a nice video of a woman sucking off a bunch of guys, and I imagined that I was her, pleasing man after man. I shedded my coat, my shirt, and my pants – now I was in the booth just with my chemise filled out by my big beautiful breasts. I waited patiently for a man to enter the booth next to me – didn’t take too long until the light came on from the video next door and I heard someone next to me. Here’s where Mistress Shelly’s training really kicked in — whereas previously I would be very shy an unable to initiate contact, just hoping that the man would stick his cock through, now I began to moan softly and motion with my hand and my tongue for what I wanted.
he quickly obliged, and I was rewarded for my effort with a nice hard cock right in my face! I didn’t waste any time, caressing it in my hand, gently massaging it, and guiding it into my waiting salivating mouth! Then, it was like rockets going off in my head – once I felt my mouth filled up with that cock, that beautiful warmth and simultaneous softness and hardness, my own cock sprang to attention, again, just like I was trained, to feel pleasure when I give pleasure. I practiced all the techniques I learned, and found myself moaning without even realizing it. pretty soon, I felt him start to pull back, but like a hungry animal I sucked him back into my mouth, and soon felt that tightening feeling, warning me of what was coming. No sooner did he cum than I also came, without even touching myself!
It used to be, that after I was satisfied, I would feel that familiar remorse and shame creep in, erasing whatever pleasure I previously felt. Again, with Mistress Shelly’s wonderful training and encouragement, the only feelings I were bliss, satisfaction, a feeling of “rightness”, like I finally felt my calling, a cock-hungry cumslut, and then, sneakily, a growing desire to go again!
So I waited, and waited patiently, like a good submissive slut, for another man. When I heard that familiar sound of rustling next door, I again prepared myself to service another beautiful cock. but before I could get on my knees, his hand and arm shot through, and he began to caress my cock through the chemise! How wonderfully smooth and silky that felt. I then guided his hand up to my breasts, which he fondled and tweaked, and I felt for a moment as if those breasts were real, I felt so alive, feminine, and desirable! He felt me up and down for a few minutes, before retreating back into his room, leaving me excited and trembling.
I just couldn’t bear to leave, but had to, but no way was I going to let these femme feelings fade! I walked out of the store, with my forms still in and my drabby boy clothes over my chemise, all under my nice big concealing coat. I thought I’d push my luck, and did a little shopping at a local supermarket!!! Nobody noticed (I hope), but I was constantly reminded of the pleasant and teasing jiggling under my coat with every step. Maybe they did notice, but I didn’t care, I was reliving my experiences and already planning my next outing!!!
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