Authors Note: This story is written as a fantasy, yet as all fiction must be, it has its basis in reality. The story line is a combination of past events that actually have happened to me, combined with a few events that I wish would occur. Therefore all characters in the story are fictitious, and it is a fantasy account . . . not to be confused with reality, which can be dangerous.

ALL of the images are composed and contrived by myself. The idea was to see how many different situations can be contrived using just one source file. In composing these images, I selected ONLY digital images that are in the public domain, and I've been extremely careful not to infringe on anyone's copywrite. I do want to thank those unnamed people who posted these images, whoever they are.

 

Being Victor's Sissy

by Paula Pink

 

THE LIVING ROOM

We started toweling off, but I stopped and took the towel from Victor, and with a musing smile began rubbing him dry. Victor simply allowed this, all the time eyeing me with an amused smirk, as if he had caught me in a fib.

"You certainly fill the role out admirably." he smiled.

"Just trying to do what is expected of me, I guess." smiling back at him. I kept looking down at that massive organ of his, and took maybe a little longer patting it dry than was needed. He was still half erect from my oral ministrations, a good sign. He wanted more. As did I, my little stiffy was still bobbing in front of me. By this time I didn't even attempt to hide it. I wanted to show Victor how turned on I was, standing there naked in front of him.

I was a little disappointed when he slipped on his white terry cloth robe, kind of hoping that we'd continue on into the living room au natural. As he slipped on his robe, he glanced at me and said "Meet you in the living room!" And then as if in after thought, he added "I want you to stay naked. I like you naked." Then he winked at me and slipped out.

I was completely turned on, nearly floating. Inspired by the scene in the shower, I quickly patted myself off, skipped into my room and quickly put on some mascara, peach lipstick and some blush. A spray of perfume, then I slipped on a pair of lace gloves and I pranced out to join Victor in the living room, eager to continue sucking that glorious pole of his.

Victor was relaxing on the sofa as I minced in, trying to add a little swish to my hips. I started to move to the empty space on the sofa next to him, but as I approached, he reached over and took one of the side pillows and tossed it on the floor between his feet. I stopped, smiled, and settled onto the cushion at his feet. It felt SO right being there! I sat with my legs curled behind me, and Victor sat looking at me a moment. Then he abruptly held out his hand, waving at me.

"No, get on your knees. I want you to kneel when you are there." I shifted to my knees, looking at him with an eager smile. He smiled back and began to speak to me as if he was instructing an unruly child, kind of a condescending tone.

"I think we understand each other a little better now, don't you think?" I just nodded, still smiling, switching my gaze from his face to his crotch. He was still wearing that robe, and I was completely naked. Kneeling before him like that made me feel SO subservient . . . and I liked the feeling!

"What has transpired is something that I expected to happen. You've been flirting with me since I got here, in spite of my telling you that I'm not gay. And I'm not. But I am a normal, healthy hetro male that really likes having his cock sucked. I told you I've had queer roomies in the past, and they all wanted what you just got in the shower. I thought I'd finally see what it was like having a fairy suck my dick. Congratulations, you succeeded where they failed! I liked it . . . and since I wasn't the one on my knees with a dick in my mouth, I know I'm not the queer. Wouldn't you agree?"

As he was saying this, I began to sense a shift in his demeanor. Not threatening, but assertive. Almost domineering. I sensed that he was asserting his "alpha male" status, which was just fine with me. Anything to get at that cock of his again.

"Yes, I agree, but I still want you to know that I prefer . . ." and that's as far as I got. He reached over and pressed a finger against my lips, silencing me.

"Don't even start with a denial, Paula." He called me Paula! "What were you just doing in the shower fifteen minutes ago? " Again, firm tone, not threatening. Strong.

"I-I was w-washing your back and . . . and . . . pleasuring you." I replied meekly, suddenly aware of my nakedness and submissive pose in front of this man. I was actually starting to blush!

"Wrong. You washed my back, yes, but what did you do after that?" he demanded. "Tell me exactly what you did."

"Um . . . I-I . . . I sucked your cock." I stammered out. GOD, this was turning me on! My little weenie was standing at its full five inches, straight up. Victor glanced down and smiled at the sight.

"Exactly. So, what does that make you?"

I paused, looking down, and then up into his eyes. "A cocksucker." I replied softly.

"Correct. And what does that make a supposed male who sucks another mans cock?"

I swallowed hard. "Gay." I said quietly.

"Precisely. It makes you a queer. Not me. You" I was wondering where he was going with this, but I was also enjoying the hell out of kneeling naked at his feet. "You really need to accept this in yourself, and I want to help."

Victor leaned back, a condescending smile on his face. "I want us to clearly define our roles here, so there's no misunderstanding. I am what?"

"The man of the house." I said quietly.

"Right. And you?"

"The woman of the house."

"Correct again. But what other roles are you playing, my little fairy?" He was smirking at me again. God, I loved that smile.

"A cocksucker." I offered. And he shook his head.

"Close, but not quite. Whose cocksucker are you?"

I smiled at him. "I'm your cocksucker, Victor."

"Yes. You are. Did you enjoy sucking my cock, Paula?" He asked a little more softly. I loved it when he called me 'Paula'!

"Absolutely!" I blurted out, faster than I meant to.

"And I bet you want to suck it again?"

"Absolutely."

"I will probably allow that to happen. But you're going to have to earn the right to suck my cock. Are you willing to do what I say?" He was more demanding this time.

"Absolutely!" I answered immediately.

"Fine. We're off to a great start here. Now, another thing. I appreciate you putting on some make up and those lace gloves. What do you call a male who wears make up, and shaves his body, and minces around naked in front of another man?"

I thought hard, wanting to answer correctly for this bold man. I looked him in the eye and softly murmured "A sissy."

"Correct again. Now, let's review. Who are you?" Victor demanded.

"Your cocksucker, sir." I thought Victor would be pleased with the 'sir" part, but I was wrong.

"Not 'sir'. I don't want to subjugate you. I want to be your counter part, my alpha male to your queer sissy. After all, you're enough 'male' looking that we both know you'd never pass for a woman. Isn't that right?"

I knew he was right. I had toyed with the idea of going true TV, but every time I tried I had to admit I made an awkward looking woman, at best. "Yes, Victor, I'd never pass as a woman." I could suddenly feel tears well up in my eyes. This interrogation was scraping some awfully sensitive nerves.

Victor saw this and softened his pose a little. Compassion suddenly ruled his expression. "Don't cry, Paula. Or cry if you want, sissies do cry a lot, I hear." I regained my composure, and sat up on my knees a little straighter. I wanted to show that I could manage any pressures associated with my role for my man.

Victor saw my response and smiled broadly. "I knew you were strong enough to do this!" He relaxed back into the sofa again. "Now" he said softly "Let's review. Who are you?"

"Your cocksucker, Victor."

"And what else are you?"

"A sissy, Victor."

"Whose sissy are you, Paula?"

"Your sissy, Victor." I said this with a sudden warm feeling in my stomach. My erection had started to subside, but had now returned in all its tiny glory.

"And do you like the idea of being my sissy, Paula?" I loved it when he called me 'Paula'!

"I love the idea of being your sissy, Victor."

"Then I want you to make this decision of your own free will. I want you to think for a minute, and then I want you to tell me what you want to happen between us for the rest of the time I'm here."

I glanced down at his knees, trembling slightly. I knew what he wanted me to do. He wanted me to 'own' my role. I had to be the one to say it to him, tell him of my desire and need to service and satisfy him. That way it would be my responsibility alone. Just how I actually wanted it.

I looked up at him, his blue grey eyes fixed on me, a warm expectant smile on his handsome face.

"Victor?"

"Yes, Paula?"

I held my gaze steady. "Can I be your sissy?"

His smile broadened. I had guessed right. "Certainly, Paula. You can be my sissy. But what does my sissy intend to do? What else do you want?"

"Victor?"

"Yes, sissy?"

"Can I be your cocksucker?"

"Of course you can, sissy. When do you want to start?" He added softly.

"Right now, Victor. Right now." I leaned forward, my hands on his knees. "Victor, may I please suck your gorgeous cock?"

"Be my guest, Paula!" he said, leaning back.

My hands went to his robe tie, gently loosened it and pushed his robe open, revealing his half erect penis. As soon as I freed it from the confines of his robe, it sprang up, bobbing slightly. This little scene had turned him on too!

I gently encircled his fat erection with my right hand, and leaning forward, passionately kissed his cock head. A long, drawn out kiss of love. Victor approved, nodding.

I slipped my lips over the big pink head and began a slow, sensual sucking, trying to recall all my cocksucking tricks from long ago. Centuries ago, it now seemed. I remember thinking to myself 'How in the world did I ever get along without this?' as I began a slow bobbing of my head.

His cock had a wonderfully tangy, musky male flavor to it, one that was very familiar to me, but it had a flavor of its own, too. No matter how many men I had blown in the past, this cock I was sucking right now was the tastiest I had ever experienced. I simply wanted this blow job to go on forever.

Victor continued talking softly as I blew him. When he started talking, I glanced up, but kept sucking his cock. It seemed I had waited an eternity since our little shower stall interlude, and he couldn't have gotten his dick out of my mouth if the house was on fire.

"I want you to know I appreciate your lust, Paula." He went on in a soft monotone. "From here on in, you are my personal cock sucker. Whenever I want my cock sucked, I will simply say "Blow", and I expect you to be on your knees, with your mouth open. And when you do that, I expect you to be naked as well. In fact;" he continued. "I think you should remain naked while you are in this house from here on in. Would you like that, sissy?"

I refused to take his cock out of my mouth, but I didn't lose eye contact with him. I simply raised my eyebrows and hummed "MmmHmmm!" around his cock. Victor continued.

"I think you really like how this is developing, Paula, so I'll continue to let you know what I expect." He was having trouble controlling his breathing. My dick sucking was having its effect on him!

"I sense that you will like being naked all the time, especially in front of a real man. Along with that, I want you to be the best sissy you can possibly be. When you do wear anything, I'll dress you in what I think a sissy should wear. It'll always be something very feminine and frilly, but I'm sure you won't complain about that, right?"

"MmmmMmmm" I mumbled, enthusiastically shaking my head no while I began bobbing faster up and down on his fat dick. He was starting to breathe faster now.

"God, sissy, that feels so good!" Victor groaned now, and laid his head back, his hips beginning to thrust slightly, gently fucking my mouth. I began bobbing my head faster, locking my lips around the shaft of his cock about three inches below the now enormously expanded mushroom head of his dick, and started applying pressure with my tongue, When I did this, his hips began to jut up and down almost involuntarily, and I could feel his cock head begin to twitch in the back of my mouth. He was on the verge!

But he still managed to groan out "And you WILL swallow every drop of my jizz, sissy! Ohhhhhh . . . ohhhhhh . . . . ohhhhhhhhhhhh . . .aaawwwwwww GAWD!" he nearly screamed, thrust once hard into my mouth, and the torrent I had worked so hard for started. Victor's cock spasmed in my mouth and I suddenly had a mouthful of warm, salty, tangy sperm! In one big spurt, he had filled what room remained in my mouth, and I began sucking and swallowing frantically, not wanting to let a single drop of his seed escape. One second later another splash of semen filled my mouth, followed at once by a third, and then a FOURTH huge spurt of jizz! My God, he was a 'super shooter!'

I prematurely pulled my mouth off his dick, because I just HAD to see this cock spurt! Victor still had a fifth and sixth spurt, and I watched fascinated as his semen cascaded down his huge, uncut pole.

I gently licked the sperm off of his cock, and then slipped it back into my eager mouth.

Victor's breathing stopped coming in gasps, and the fat penis in my mouth began to slowly deflate. I kept my lip lock on the cock head, gently suckling every drop of his sperm out of it. I didn't want to release it. I felt I could kneel there at Victors feet, with his man meat in my mouth, for hours.

Little did I know that was exactly one of the scenes that Victor had in mind for me!

  

  

  

*********************************************
© 2004 by Paula Pink. All Rights Reserved. These documents (including, without limitation, all articles, text, images, logos, and compilation design) may be printed for personal use only. No portion of these documents may be stored electronically, distributed electronically, or otherwise made available without the express written consent of StorySite and the copyright holder.