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 Chapter 5 - The Sissy

   I spent a restless night in my cage, my head full of strange dreams of
dogs and cocks and gallons of cum.  Perhaps I was starting to turn in to an
insatiable whore after all, unable to think of anything else even in my
sleep.  When I woke up, my head felt woozy and I imagined that I could
still feel the stiff sensation of dried, stained cum on my thighs.

   "Hello, bitch," called Master.  He was dressed in his boxer shorts and
was watching me from the doorway.  I could see a huge bulge in his crotch.
"And what do you want to do today?"

   "I want to feel your big dick fucking my pussy," I said, giving an
answer that I hoped would please him.

   "And what makes you think that I would want your cunthole now?  You're
nothing but a plaything for dogs."

   He placed a bowl of dog food before me.  Today there was none of the
revulsion from the previous morning.  I hadn't eaten in over two days and I
was ravenous.  I tucked into the juicy gristle greedily.  He chuckled. 
"Anyway, I think that it's high time that we made you live up to your
name."

   "What do you mean, Sir?" I queried between mouthfuls of offal.

   "Sissycunthole: that's your preferred nick name isn't?" I nodded. 
"Well, you've certainly got a hungry cunthole on you, and you definitely
make an eager bitch, but I think that it's time that we sissified you."
After my breakfast he made me stand in the bath whilst he showered me.
My wrists were cuffed behind my back and my ankles were manacled so I had
to bend myself to his every command, twisting and turning as he sprayed me
with water and covered me in suds.  When he scrubbed my hairless crotch
with soap I grew a tiny stiffy, which he remedied by yanking downwards on
my balls.  Afterwards he gave me an enema: "Good girls keep their plumbing

clean."

   He filled me up with two litres of water from an enema bag and then made
me hold it in whilst squatting in the bath.  My stomach swelled up and it
was unexpected agony but he threatened to burn my balls with a cigarette if
I dared to release anything.  After five minutes of that torture I was
permitted to crawl out of the bath, squat over the bowl and release the
flood of water.  "If you spill any on the floor, you're licking it up," he
threatened.

   I was quite slim and he had made me grow my blonde hair long, before I
left for my vacation.  As he bleached it even blonder he commented that I
would make quite a good girl.  Half way through, Mistress Jayne turned up.
Tyson was at her heel and he barked, wanting his bitch back.  "He misses
you, worm," Mistress explained.

   She had brought some goodies along.  First of all she made me sit before
a mirror and watch as she applied make-up.  "We're going to get you doing
this yourself before you go home," she told me.

   Dark mascara was applied to my eyes and I was given false lashes.  She
applied foundation and then ensured that my cheeks were rouged up.  For the
lipstick she used a whorish shade of pink that made me look like a jailbait
tart rather than a real woman.  She tied my hair back in pigtails and gave
me a little hair band.  I was shocked at the transformation that I saw when
I looked in the mirror.

   "What do you want it to wear?" Mistress Jayne asked my Master.

   "Something slutty.  What did you bring?"

   "The usual; lingerie, schoolgirl, cheerleader, maid..."

   "I like the idea of having a schoolgirl bitch," he said, "but I want a
whore for today."

   "Slutty whore it is then."

   Mistress Jayne went out to her car and came back with a suitcase.  It
was full of paraphernalia, from riding crops to cuffs to dildos.  She
started rummaging through and tossing out all manner of lacy underwear. 
"Here we go," she said, pulling out some white fishnet stockings.  "Put
those on."

   I did as told while she continued to search through the case, being very
careful not to damage them.  They felt smooth and silky against my hairless
legs and I loved the sensation, already feeling more girl-like.

   "Ah, perfect." Next came a pair of white lacy panties.  They had been
customised so that they were crotchless - not like a standard pair though,
the hole had been cut behind the asshole, not where the pussy would
normally be.  "For when your client just doesn't have time to rip your
panties off before shoving his cock down your cunthole," she explained. 
When I put the knickers on she made me trap my little cocklet between my
legs, to stop anything (no matter how small) from poking out.

   "And now for some colour." She handed me a bright red mini-skirt.  It
was tiny and barely covered my panties.  A matching boob tube was put in
and she put two water balloons in to act as fake tits.  "Do NOT let those
come out," Master warned me.  To finish the picture off Mistress had a pair
of shoes that matched the rest of my red outfit.  The heels were about
three inches long and the bright red leather just cried out for attention.
A real pair of fuck-me shoes, as Master said.

   They made me walk across the living room, back and forth.  It was
difficult to get used to the heels and I kept stumbling.  Mistress guided
me with a cane.

   "Don't trip you stupid tart, you're supposed to look like classy trash."

   "Wiggle that ass, sway those hips; I want you to look fuckable."

   "Don't concentrate on walking: pout and lick your lips like you're
desperate to suck cock."

   By the end of it they had putting my hand on my hips, wiggling my butt
as I went, looking just like a hooker out for business.  My calfs hurt from
the heels but Mistress assured me that I would get better.  "Little sissies
always do."

   It was time to leave, Master said, and I was led outside on a leash. 
Master drove whilst Mistress sat in the back, with me kneeling in the
footwell before her.  She held my head down and made me lick her pussy all
the way.  I couldn't tell where we were but the traffic increased and I
heard sounds that meant we were in a town.  Master drove down and started
making turns.  When we stopped we were in a dingy little alley.  Nobody was
around when they made me get out.  I wondered what they had in mind.

   Master banged on a metal door behind a dumpster and we waited.  I felt
very conspicuous being dressed like this in public and was relieved that
the alley was deserted.  After two or three minutes and some persistent
knocking from Master, the door opened.  A short-ish man peered out.  He had
a thick stubble and a bald head and was quite sturdy.  His arms rippled
with muscles and wore only a leather waistcoat so that his tattoos were
clearly visible.  He hooked his thumbs in his belt and regarded me.  "Come
on in," he said.  "Is this the bitch?"

   "Yes it is," Master replied as we walked in to a dark room.

   He pushed me down to my knees and I looked up at Master.  I licked my
red lips seductively and said, in my best falsetto voice, "Would you like
me to suck your cock, Sir?"

   "There'll be time for that," said the stranger with a wink.  He stroked
his chin and asked my Master, "The sissy any good at sucking cock then?"

   "Fucking useless," Master answered.  "She needs some lessons.  Though
she seems to love the taste of spunk."

   "Ah, all good girls do."

   I glanced around and realized that we must be in the storeroom of a sex
shop or something.  Stacks of DVDs lay around in huge piles, and a
cardboard box was overflowing with dildos in their packages.  The man
noticed me looking and snorted derisively.  "We've got all sorts of porn
that you might like, bitch.  This stuff here is only for the private
customers" He threw a couple of the DVD cases at me.  "Sissies getting
fucked by dogs in this one.  I've heard that's right up your backalley." I
looked at the box; a transvestite - not even as good-looking as me - was
grinning at the camera whilst the front paws of a German shepherd straddled
her shoulders.  "You'll be starring in one of these soon."

   "Yes Sir, Mistress Jayne let her dog fuck me yesterday," I told him.

   "So I heard.  Bet you loved it didn't you bitch.  Personally I'd like to
film you getting fucked by some hogs.  A nasty little sow."

   "Yes Sir."

   "Think you can help her learn to suck cock better?" my Master asked his
acquaintance.  "I've got some poker buddies coming around tomorrow night
and this sissy had better be able to work magic with her tongue by then."

   "I reckon I can help," the man said.  "Let's put her in the booths for a
few hours."