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Crossdresser story: WORK OF A SISSY
This is the story of a crossdresser who gave in to his fantasies and put himself in a dangerous position. Blackmailed by an online acquaintance, he was eventually sold to a cartel. Slowly but surely he is raised to be an obedient sissy and slowly begins to find his way around his new environment.
The second day in the sissy factory began for me with the signal noise that was to determine my life from now on. It took a long moment before I remembered where I was. But when my gaze fell on the bed next to me, in which a black woman lay half-hidden by a blanket, the memories slowly returned. Then I noticed the pressure in my bum and the plug came back to my mind.
I sat up in my bed and looked around. The first thing I noticed was the glass wall that looked out onto a narrow hallway. Then I looked at my roommates. They were all still waking up and moving slightly in their beds. Only Fortune's bed was plain and clean. I decided to get up first. The shemale that I had taken to my heart like a mother was sitting in an armchair in the living room and was having breakfast. "Good morning Jayme." She greeted me and I returned the greeting. "Come sit down with me and keep me company." Fortune asked me and so we sat and ate our breakfast. It was simple but good.
At some point I thought of how incredible it was that I just sat here and had a leisurely breakfast after everything that had changed for me in the last two days. But what else should I have done? I was a prisoner and attempting to escape would result in a severe sentence. "What will happen today?" I asked Fortune cautiously. The dark-haired shemale took a sip of the cheap coffee that had been served to us. Her bathrobe had risen in little and one breast could almost be seen in its full glory. But she didn't seem to mind.
She took a look at the digital display on the wall: "Now in about four hours, they will fetch us and tell us what kind of service we should do today." "What kind of services are there?" I asked. "Well, you already know the punching service." Fortune replied thoughtfully. "Then there is the service. There you have to serve the guests in the bar or restaurant. You're still too fresh for the stage shows, and they usually take those with larger bust sizes." "Like you?" I asked teasingly. It was the first time I'd made something like a joke here. Fortune laughed. "Maybe in the past. Nowadays I often have escort, customer service or reserve. Then there is the domino service." "The domino service?" I asked. "Yes, the dominatrixes are also slaves, albeit of a much higher rank. They are only subject to the bosses and the drill masters. And sometimes they take one of us into their realm, which is on a separate floor, for their amusement."
Once again I realized the enormous dimensions of this factory. "Have you been to there?" Fortune shrugged. "Several times. But that was in the past. You have a large hall just for you and there you can let us serve you, dance or something else." Little by little the others got up and joined us.
At one point Fortune looked at the scoreboard and decided it was time to prepare for the day. Fortune told me that I can now remove the plug. My ass felt like a sigh of relief as I removed the toy from it. When we were all together in the large shower room and washed, my eyes fell on the naked bodies of my roommates.
Fortune was a tall woman with a slim tallie, lush, slightly sagging breasts and an inviting bottom. Her black curly hair framed a striking but very beautiful face, whose blue eyes had clearly seen too many unsightly things. Her penis was about the same length as mine. In general, it could have been my body, apart from the hormone therapy and the obvious operations. Only her hands, feet and her neck reminded us that she was born a man.
Jala's black body had broad hips, an even wider buttocks and two round, medium-sized breasts, size C. Her dark eyes and full mouth had something inviting and her penis would have been the largest in the room if it hadn't lost the ability to become stiff would have.
Natalie and Faye had almost identical, very slender bodies that lacked any curves. Her hands and feet could almost have been those of a woman, too. Only their very small tails held this egg npressure against. Otherwise they were like day and night. Where Natalie was cheeky and talkative, Faye shyly held back. And Natalie's long pink hair contrasted with Faye's short red haircut. I noticed that my roommates all had two or more earring holes. Fortune's navel was adorned with a multi-colored piercing made of several parts, while Jala's nipples were also pierced.
"We will also have breasts at some point." Natalie said mischievously when she saw my look. "But as long as we are classified under the sissy category, our bodies should look as girlish as possible." Category? "I asked puzzled and astonished. Jala replied:" Yes, we have sissies, T girls and dominatrixes. And of course the boys. "" And they all start out as sissies? "Fortune laughed." No. Only the most feminine among us. Jala and I were T Girls from the start. For you it was probably a decision on a knife edge. ”“ You will probably be promoted to the T Girl category in the next few years. ”Natalie said.“ And after that you can even become a dominatrix. ”Fortune clicked her tongue in disapproval. "Don't put a Flo in Natalie's ear. You only become a dominatrix if you fight your way up without a conscience and ruthlessly use every opportunity. It also needs relationships. "" Are the boys also rented out to customers? "I asked." Only at the customer's express request. For example, they are not advertised on the website with their own profile. "Fortune replied." But the dominatrixes often get them for their cruel games. That's why they are so bitter and take their frustration out on us. This also guarantees the company that they will guard us with eagle eyes.
After showering, we put on each other's make-up. With the exception of my face, I still looked like a man with my short brown hair in contrast to the others. I was surprised that this fact made me a little jealous. What was the matter with me? In my drawer I found a thong and a black wig with medium length straight hair. As I watched the others get dressed, my cock hardened in its cage at the sight of their bodies. Again it was Natalie who felt my gaze: "That you don't attack me." She teased me and wiggled her bare bum. I blushed and averted my eyes as she wedged herself into a schoolgirl costume. A checked skirt, a white blouse and thick rimmed glasses. "Oh no, I moved the slave room today." Nagged Jala. She had got a vinyl costume that consisted of more holes than lacquer and was provided with leather straps with rings and chains.
Then the signal sounded and we lined up next to each other in front of the glass entrance door. Miss Lesette came into the room, accompanied by one of her assistants. Today it was a tall man with a well-toned body. He had a clipboard with him and read aloud: "Faye. Sissy training and then service. Natalie themed room school with five customers booked." Lesette stepped up to both of them and put a collar on them. This, however, was secured with a lock and could not simply be removed. "Jala themed room dungeon. Jayme. Sissy training, photo thermal, visit to the doctor and then hole-punching." I was also put on a collar. Apparently, the T Girls did without this piece of jewelry. "Fortune. Bar service." Miss Lesette squared her shoulders. "You heard it! Come with me!"
Like sheep we followed the two of them out of our living room. Outside ten more sissys and T girls were waiting in a row, guarded by two white shirts. It went through several hallways and an elevator. At the first stop, various names were called and the corresponding people left the elevator accompanied by two white shirts. All that remained was Lesette, a white shirt Faye, me and two other girls whose stature clearly gave them the status of sissy. At the next stop we all got out and walked through a small room where two Securitas in black suits were standing. They let us pass, but they all looked closely. Lesette led us into a dark room. There were several shelves on which there were countless dildos, plugs, shoes and other sex toys. "We're taking bubbles, riding and going through today." Was the short summary of our sissy lesson. Each of us was led to a life-size doll of a naked man. "Well then, show me how you spoil your customers with your mouth, you bitches!" Lesette snapped at us.
I felt pretty stupid sitting there on the floor sucking on my pupper's penis. Lesette walked between us and made comments: "Take both hands! Not so fast! What do you use your tongue for, you damn bitch? Knead the sack! Massage it!
When we all sat together we didn't talk much. Faye had apparently not yet got over the punishment in the sissy school and was quietly sobbing in Fortune's arms. "Someone injected me in the eye today." Jala complained. "On purpose?" Asked Natalie. "Nah, I gave him a blow job and after a few seconds he pulled it out of my mouth and said something about a break and then the shot is already off." Jala said with a laugh. When the signal sounded, we lined up in a line. The inspection went as usual. I got my plug pushed in and Lesette checked whether I had shaved cleanly.
Then we went to our room. When the light went out, I lay awake in my bed for a while. Suddenly I felt movement close to me. I was frightened but someone put a hand on my mouth. "Quietly." Natalie whispered barely audibly. If you notice something, it's our turn. My roommate crawled under the covers and snuggled up to me. She had a soft pliable body and I noticed how I was shaking with need. I had experienced countless stimulating moments for two days while my penis was locked in this cage. This caused the suppressed horniness to switch off all danger signals in my head and I wrapped my arms around Natalie. She pressed against me and pressed her mouth to mine. We kissed as quietly as possible. I had the feeling that we lay tightly embraced for hours while our tongues played with each other and our hands slowly and quietly caressed each other's bodies, while my cock threatened to burst the cage and slowly began to leak. At some point Natalie let go of me and whispered. "Thanks, I really needed that now." She left my bed and I felt lonely like never before.