Sissyphone 866-57-SISSY

Alexa,

I am to begin to soften my body, my style, my attitude when at work and on the street and at home. Feel submissive deeply. Let it show through good grooming, tasteful clothes, pretty fragrances and softly asking if I may help my colleagues (superiors) how I an make them more successful.

Gradual steps. From clear nail polish to light pink. From closer shaving to touches of make-up. From a softer haircut to a hair-do with undertones of highlights.

Softly moving my hips as I do their errands. Defer to their judgment. Coaching becomes maid service and then servitude.

From  boss to (giggle giggle) the office sussy.

I can imagine J referring to me as Sussy in our meetings. I can hear M make a comment on the phone about some faggot in his office that goes around being called sussy. Sussy as my hips move. Sussy as I make that special face.

My nourishment comes from my moments beneath A. The way she looks down at Sussy. The soft laugh knowing sussy is deeply addicted. The eunuch Sussy.

She Said So

Elaine had been my secretary before her promotion. After a few months when it became obvious to her that I was a closet sissy, she changed. Not in a way that was apparent to other people in the office. Just to me. And once she changed, she made sure that my life changed forever.

I dropped a few hints that I was fascinated with the idea of role reversal and girls’ clothes. Instead of her getting me coffee, I started to get her a tea and muffin each morning. Instead of her making copies of documents for me and running errands for me, I made runs to the drug store downstairs to buy her pantyhose and gum, and I took her stuff to the copy machine and left copies on her desk. A few times I left little notes in red ink, saying it was a pleasure to serve the Mistress. She would read them and smile. And I would almost curtsey to her delight.

Then she started to get kind of brash around me. She got into the habit of going into my office when I went to lunch and closing the door and making personal phone calls to her boyfriend. I would wait for her to get office the phone, sometimes for an hour after I got back. She rarely did the work I asked her to do. I decided that she was taking advantage and it had to stop. I told her that I wanted to have a serious talk with her. I decided not to have any contact with her all morning so that I would not let my sissy weak side get the better of me and talk to her after I came back from lunch. I then would put her in her place, gently.

When I got back from lunch she was nowhere to be found. But there was a pink shopping bag on my chair and a gift-wrapped box inside. I knew she had left it there and I should have taken the bag and gift and put it on her chair unwrapped. That would have been the wise thing to do. But I felt the butterfly flutter in my tummy and my sissy thingy began to throb. So, I locked my door and closed the blinds and opened Elaine’s gift.

It was a flowing silky top and tap pants. Sheer chiffon. Lilac and cream colored. And inside the box there were pictures of Elaine wearing the very same outfit kissing and sucking an incredibly sexy, naked guy. Her boyfriend. His hard cock was in clear sight. Five pictures, all showing off the outfit and sexy Elaine serving him.

My hands shook and I touched and explored the tap pants. As I held them, a little note fluttered out into my lap. It said, “Sissy, these are for you. Smell them and then put them on, sis, they are unwashed.”   I sat there for 15 minutes touching myself, looking at the clothes, looking at the pictures, looking at the note, looking at his cock, re-reading the note.

I had to put the tap pants on. I had to. My pants thrown under my desk. My boy underwear in my drawer. The soft pants fit snug. I could feel the stickiness of her cum under my balls. Or was it his cum. I was incapable of thinking. I wanted to stay in her soft tap pants all day. Just staring at my computer screen and feeling so totally femmy. I noticed that I had just gotten an email and it was from her. “Do they fit? I bet you look so sexy, don’t you sissy?” It shocked me that she would send that kind of email at the office. Then another — “ Open the door, silly one. You said we needed to talk. I agree. Open up now!!!”

How could I not obey? I unlocked and she hurried in and relocked the door. She smiled when she saw how weak I looked, and she told me to put on the top. And I did. She told me to twirl around for her and I did. She sat down in my chair and pointed to a spot on the floor and I sat. She asked me if I knew that the tap pants were filled with her and her boyfriend’s cum. I said I thought so. She asked me if I got turned on seeing his cock and I said yes. She told me that she expected me to wear her things and that she knew that I was too weak to fight the feelings.

So once a week, she would leave a gift for me and I would change in my office and she would watch me twirl. Along with each outfit was a set of pictures and a note – sometimes from her and sometimes from him. All the while, I slowly drifted into the deep craving –for her, for the clothes, for the sense that he was preparing each outfit by having sex with Elaine the night before. She liked to talk about her career during those moments in my office. She was eager to understand what I did and how to learn how the business operated. We talked about her career and I started to show her how to draw up plans and run calculations and manage projects. She was a fast learner.  Sometimes she put lipstick on me to bring out my sissiness even more. Sometimes she made me say I was a pretty little faggot and that I wanted to suck Raul in the worst way.

Last month she got me a little tunic like hairdresser wear and matching white stretch pants. And she convinced me to enroll in a beauty class at Leroi Institute which as a few blocks away from our building.  At first I though she was joking but that evening, Sir showed up and Elaine and Sir walked me over to Leroi to make the 6:15 class. I did not want to be seen walking into the beauty studio. But it was not my decision. She explained to me that she and Raul (Sir) had been talking about me for weeks and they both decided that I deserved a little gift from both of them.  A semester of evening classes at Leroi, in return for showing Elaine more and more of what I do.

At first the Leroi training was frightening. There were only three others in the class. Two young Philippine girls probably in their late teens, one middle age African American guy, obviously gay. The beauty instructor was a young woman in her 30s with too much make-up. She told us that we had a future as hair and skin stylists. I wanted to run away but Sir grabbed my by my tunic and explained that this was a gift from Elaine. So I stayed – for the whole semester. Each week, I found myself slipping into sissy trace, and instead of looking down at the other students, I found myself identifying with them and stated to socialize with the other man in the class – Rodney. Yes he was gay, but we like the same things and I found myself admiring his open sexuality. While my sexuality made me feel weak, he seem proud of his sexual preferences and I felt safe being around him. The girls giggled at my outfit and maybe at my new friendship with Rodney, but they were cute and sweet. They wore tiny tee shirts and jeans and looked so sexy and girlish.

We practiced doing hair on each other and Ren, one of the girls, cut my hair in bangs that I could comb back when I was at the office. The other girl, Nina, showed me how I looked in lip gloss and I decide to wear light make-up each time I was in class. No one minded. Rodney was not into feminine outfits but always complimented how I looked. At first, I admit that found him annoying, and I felt superior to him. But when I started to cut his hair and I give his manicures we talked quite a bit. I realized he was an interesting and warm-hearted soul.

By the end of the semester, I was able to do Elaine’s and Sir’s hair, give them facials and do their nails. It was thrilling and I simply stopped caring about my day job! And on the weekends I found myself running errands for Elaine and meeting Rodney for a movie or dinner. Of course we were simply close friends, but we both knew that there was a sexual attraction, and he was perfectly OK with me dressing feminine when we were at his apartment or mine. I would wear outfits that Elaine bought me and Rodney would rent a movie and buy a bottle of wine and we would stay in on Friday and Saturday evenings. If it was too late to get home safely, he would convince me to sleep over and over time I guess we decided it was kind of a steady thing. I gave up my apartment when the lease was up so we both could save some money.

Well that was months ago. Since then Elaine’s career has taken off. She got the hang of my job. As she always said, if a weak and femmy guy can do it, then she could do it much better. Last month, Elaine was promoted to a job similar to mine. My job was phased out after management approved a restructure plan that I wrote, with some help from Raul.  Elaine and Raul are married and I still do their hair.

Both Rodney and I decided it was OK to work at the same boutique even though we are living together. He does my hair and nails and I guess I am sissy most of the time. He expects it now. I still think of Elaine as my Mistress but I know she is too busy to think of me that way anymore and Rodney and I are saving up for our own shop in Ft Lauderdale one day.

Carin was a graduate of an arts college in Maryland. She worked for a few years as an assistant art director in a small woman-owned design firm for six months making no money and wondering why. She now thought that she should have gotten a degree in business or something so she could make a good living. At 23, she was tired of working like a slave. She was definitely not slave material!
The one good thing about the school she attended was she had met Dave, or Mr. Cohen as she once called him. Dave had been one of her professors at MICA. She spotted him right away as someone who understood her and respected her, someone who would agree with her not matter what. She liked when men agreed with her. Unlike other men, Dave seemed to want to please her right from the beginning. She felt a special vibe from him on the second day of classes and stayed behind to chat with him. He seemed startled that she wanted to talk and nervously asked her if his class was fun enough for her, if his lectured were clear enough, if there was something he could do to help her get the most out of the experience. He was sort of flirting, but no, it was something else. She knew she was kind of sexy and all with her long reddest hair and long legs. But Dave seems to be almost afraid of her. Weird, but she liked it. It made her hot. Wow, she thought, on the second day of college!
It did not take long for Carin to figure out how Dave could help. For one thing his classes were too early in the morning and she was a night person. And all of the art theory was confusing and probably unnecessary. So she got him to agree that she would not have to attend every class and not put any theory on her tests. After a few weeks, Carin stopped going to class all together and Dave supported her decision. He could not focus on his lecture with her in the class, anyway.
Over the next few months she got Dave to do a lot of things. She figured out that Dave was one of those special cases – a guy who worshipped attractive girls. She got him to meet her at the mall a few times and buy her clothes, and he was grateful as could be. Sexy tops, a pair of hot boots and three pairs of jeans. Not that he expected to ever see her wearing the sexy stuff. She had no intention of having an affair with him. But she knew he thought about her in the boots and jeans. She knew she became an obsession for him. She realized at some point that he had left his wife of three years and their little boy, and she somehow realized it was because he could not stop thinking about her. Not that he seemed unhappy. Dave was fine, she thought, lucky to have her in his life.
For two years she played with Dave. He was hers to play with, so why not. She borrowed his car whenever she needed to. He was “lending her” $50 a week so she could eat better. He even came over to her tiny studio apartment and cleaned, even when she was out with friends. She made him wear a stupid looking apron her mom gave her. She felt perfectly natural walking around in panties in front of him or showering while he was there. Dave was harmless. He begged to be able to touch himself and she let him sometimes. She made him give her pedicures every Saturday before she went out. He licked her feet. He licked her panties. She made Dave swear that he thought about her 24 x 7 and she believed him. Dave was her funny, sweet older guy slave – they both knew it. The more she took, the more he gave. A secret she kept from her family and boyfriends. They would not have understood anyway.
Dave had to leave the school in her second year. She had heard that he got fired for indecent exposure, which was so weird. She never told him to walk around the campus in the pantyhose she gave him. He was stupid. It sucked, because she liked getting the $50 and like using his car. She liked using him. Liked torturing him with her body that special way. The way he looked at her bare stomach in the summer, all weak and begging! But after Dave flamed out, she decided to stay away from the weird guys and just have a normal (boring) life.
Well at 23, she decided that boring was not her thing. She had a plan – to interview at high paying companies downtown and find another Dave. But this time to make the most of it.
After four interviews and being told she did not have the right experience or the right degree or the right anything, she decided to try once more. She interviewed at Lawton and Pierce, a big accounting firm and, after having to interview with some bitch by the name of Ellen with a gigantic ass, she was led into this guy’s office. Allan Ginsburg. It seemed that Allen was looking for a secretary/assistant. Allan was nice looking around 35 and very well dressed. But Allen was different in that special kind of way. When Allen talked he looked deep into her eyes. He seemed to be fascinated with her shoes, so she let them swing around her toes. She took off her blazer so he could see her thin body. She decided to drop a pencil on the floor and Allen almost dove to pick it up and give it back to her. She liked the way Allen seems to look slightly up into her eyes. Was he what she thought or was she wishing for it too much?
She decided to see what Allen was really like and responded to every one of his questions with one of her own questions. Goofing with him, toying with him. What is the worst thing that could happen? He could toss her out of his office, but not Allen did not. He became quiet, almost like in a daze. His voice softened as Carin kept talking and asking her questions and playing with his head, interviewing him. And as she did, she gently pulled up her skirt to reveal a tiny bit of her pantyhose tops. Allen noticed.
She asked him to tell her why he thought he was a good boss. He swallowed hard and explained that he was very caring and very interested in looking out for his people. She asked how flexible he was. Allen looked down at the floor and said he always tried to be flexible. She got up and stood right next to his chair and looked down at him and asked Allen if he was a devoted person. Allen looked up at Carin right in the eye and said he would always try to be.
“Devoted to your employees?” “Yes, Carin”. “Willing to pitch in and help them succeed?” “Yes, Carin.” “Have you been devoted before?” “Yes, Carin but she moved away four years ago.” “So, no one in your life to be devoted to, right” “Not until today, Carin.”
“You will offer me a job here won’t you?” “ Yes, Carin.” “Do you want me to consider your offer?” “Yes, Carin, very much.” “Will I have fun here?” “I will make sure you do, Carin.” “Will I get my way here?” “Yes, Carin.” “Ok, Allen, I want you to add $10,000 to the offer you were planning to make to me, understand?” “I will try to make that happen Carin.” “Try?” “I will get it done.” “Is fat assed Ellen going to other me ever?” She will get fired if she does, Carin.” “I intend to be demanding of you, Allen.” “I know, Carin”
Carin smiled and put the palm of her hand in front of Allen’s face. Allen kissed her palm deeply. “Oh, one last question, Allen….what kind of car do you drive?”

1. ramp the teasing name calling humilation gradually.
wait until you have me completely dressed before you
call me “faggot” i.e.”omigod yes you’re such a fucking
faggot!” pour it on thick when I’m gonna cum. (After I
shoot please drop it.)

2. tell me how much you and the girls all want me to
be superswishy prissy—-that the more limp wristed
and squirmy wanky I get the better etc.

3. try sensual choking, slapping, and spitting in my
face, mouth and hair

4. when it is cum time encourage the cutesy “whack
that little boner” and shitting in the plastic panties
routine “ooooh how gooood….”

5. really fuss with the details of the outfit and give
me real time directions for putting stuff on: butt
plug, plastic panties, panthose, bullet bra, girdle,
garters, seamed stockings, pumps, corset, slip,
blouse, skirt, belt, make-up, hair, earrings, scarf,
hat, gloves.

(“step into” “slide on” “pull up” “fasten” etc. stage
directions)

6. lingerie should be black or white frothy satins and
silks

7. I’ve been digging the fitted, tailored appeal of
tweeds, patent leathers, and organza with as many
darts, piping, bows, and seams as you can muster.
Lines should be crisp. Skirt/blouse/jacket combo could
be nice—very femmey, fussy, faggoty,

8. tits are 38DD

9. heels are at least 5 and a half inch stiletto
closed toe pumps esp. w/bows—don’t care for
platforms.

10. waist is cinched down to a mind numbing 22″
“really we need to make you a perfect 18″)

11. make up over the top: gooey, drippy, frosty,
glossy

Dior Addict/MAC/Sephora high end gear of course

12. hair must be huge!! tons of product, max hold
spray, etc.

Say stuff like: “Oh you’re such a faggoty little priss
“I have an especially gay little cunt outfit for you to wear while you jack that drippy little boner….ooh, you’re a squirmy little pussy, that big fat butt plug up your gooey faggot sissy asshole makes your peepee\u003cbr /\>so stiff you must be gay to get off like this!…all\u003cbr /\>the girls want you to be a sissy faggot you know;\u003cbr /\>humiliate yourself for us, really get into it, be a\u003cbr /\>swishy limp wristed pantywaist wanker transvestite\u003cbr /\>barbiedoll cunty slut silly jerk off scared to fuck\u003cbr /\>etc."\u003cbr /\>Outfit ideas(the usual): white torpedo bra 38DD fake\u003cbr /\>tits, butt plug, plastic panty, nude pantyhose panty\u003cbr /\>girdle, satin corset with garters, tan silk seamed\u003cbr /\>stockings, two tone patent leather pumps with bows,\u003cbr /\>tweed skirt with leather piping, organza blouse with\u003cbr /\>vinyl buttons, big collar and cuffs, superfemme, chiffon choker scarf, bouffant do, heavy make up, frosty pinks, lotsa gloss, etc. polka dots, bows, shiny shiny leathers, wide cinch belts, tight sweaters, lotsa layers and complications and detailing….ridiculous, whipped cream pies, thick honey, chocolate syrup, girl gang golden and brown showers? I have an especially gay little cunt outfit for you to
wear while you jack that drippy little boner….ooh
you’re a squirmy little pussy, that big fat butt plug
up your gooey faggot sissy asshole makes your peepee
so stiff you must be gay to get off like this!…all
the girls want you to be a sissy faggot you know;
humiliate yourself for us, really get into it, be a
swishy limp wristed pantywaist wanker transvestite
barbiedoll cunty slut silly jerk off scared to fuck
etc.”
Outfit ideas(the usual): white torpedo bra 38DD fake
tits, butt plug, plastic panty, nude pantyhose panty
girdle, satin corset with garters, tan silk seamed
stockings, two tone patent leather pumps with bows,
tweed skirt with leather piping, organza blouse with
vinyl buttons, big collar and cuffs, superfemme,
chiffon choker scarf, bouffant do, heavy make up,
frosty pinks, lotsa gloss, etc. polka dots, bows,
shiny shiny leathers, wide cinch belts, tight
sweaters, lotsa layers and complications and
detailing….ridiculous?

Pay attention to the new psychological realities of the man on the Clapham omnibus, a/k/a the man in the street, a/k/a the man on the net: Ric Hoogestraat, for example, who sits for hours at his computer with the blinds drawn, smoking cigarettes, and chatting with his second wife on Second Life: a digital lala land with more than eight million registered “residents”. Ric and his Second Life wife own two dogs, have a mortgage, and shop at the mall. Which is dire testimony to the fact that human beings, when given a second chance, will reconstruct the same universe of persecutions, and manage to fuck it up all over again, in the same exact way.

“Is this man cheating on his wife?” asks a Wall Street Journal article by Alexandria Alter which chronicles Rics movements, on line and off, and the relationships these movements imply. What emerges is a fantasm: not the object but the scene of desire, which is pinned down by a series of dummies: Ric, his wife, his dummy, and its lover, each holding down a particular place or role. While his wife works, cleans the house, and brings him food, he designs outfits for virtual strippers and labels for virtual coffee cups. “You try to talk to someone or bring them a drink, and they’ll be having sex with a cartoon,” she says.

This is probably because Ric has upgraded his dummy, buying defined stomach muscles, a furry chest and special hair that sways when it walks. Extra anatomy, also available for purchase, probably explains the sex.