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 NEXT MORNING

I went to bed that night more satisfied than I remember being. Ever. I had gotten a delicious mouthful of cock and sperm, and had become a sissy playmate for my sexy room mate. Before I fell asleep, I slipped into a sexy, silky night gown I had, just to continue my momentum. I also set the alarm for an hour before Victor got up. I wanted to be in the kitchen with his breakfast ready, and whatever else he had in mind. I slept like the dead.

The alarm shocked me awake, and after a minute I realized it was time to get up and get things ready for Victor. I quickly went to the bathroom, showered, spot shaved my body, put on a nice coating of mascara, blush and the brightest, pinkest lipstick I had. A quick spray of perfume, not too much, and I pranced off to the kitchen.

Victor liked to have just grapefruit, OJ and coffee for breakfast, so I hurriedly laid it all out for him, carefully arranging the table. I had followed Victor's instructions to the letter, and was bustling around the kitchen completely naked. When I heard the shower starting, signaling that he was awake and would soon be in the room, I started to get excited. I didn't know if what had occurred the night before was real or just a dream, and waiting for him to appear as I stood naked in the kitchen, mascara and lipstick clearly marking me as the sissy he said I was. This would be the best way to find out if he was serious. Or if it all had been just a passing whim.

I heard his foot steps in the hall, and I turned and stood by the table, my hands behind me, naked, my little cocklette starting to stiffen again in anticipation, waiting nervously. He came into the room, ran his eyes up and down my naked form and smiled. I felt instant relief at seeing him smile!

"Good morning, sissy!" he laughed. "Did you sleep well?" His eyes were sparkling with mirth. I sensed I had acted exactly as he had hoped!

"I slept great, Victor! Thanks for asking!" I smiled at him. He kept his smile, but there was a quick change in his demeanor. He glanced at me sharply.

"Great. But I thought we agreed last night that you would speak like a true sissy. You ARE my sissy, correct?" he demanded, eyeing me carefully.

I had completely forgotten the lisping! I quickly assumed an erect position and blurted out the proper response. "I'm thorry, Victor, I forgot. Yeth, I'm your thithy." As if he had to ask. I was, after all, standing there made up like a priss, and naked as well. But I understood what he was doing.

"That's my sissy!" He said soothingly. "And you even got up to make my breakfast! You didn't have to do that!

"But I wanted to, Victor!" I quickly interjected. "I want to be the betht thithy I can for you!" At least I remembered the lisp. I kind of liked it, too.

He pulled out his chair and sat down. I started to move to the other chair, but he motioned to the floor at his side. "Sit here, sissy. Let's talk some more."

I quickly minced over to his side and sat down, looking up at him expectantly.

Victor started on his fruit dish, talking to me as he ate. "First," he said "I don't want a slave. I want you to act as your own person. And since we established last night what your true nature was, I expect you to act accordingly. OK?"

"Yeth, Victor." God, I loved lisping!

He glanced down at me. "So far, so good. You're naked, sitting next to me, and lisping just as I ordered. Why are you acting like this, Paula?"

I knew he was testing me. I suddenly felt like I was in school again, reciting my lesson for a teacher. And I was beginning to understand that Victor was exactly that. My teacher. He was teaching me to be a sissy! The realization gave me a warm feeling in my tummy. And my groin. My little weenie was again standing straight up.

"Becauth I'm your thithy, Victor." I answered softly, just as I knew he wanted.

"Exactly. After last night, I don't think there can be any real doubt about you, right Paula?" Victor smiled down at me. "How do like your new role, sissy? You like sitting next to me naked?

I actually blushed and looked down, smiling coyly! This man had really found my sexual buttons, and was hammering on them at will. I had to suddenly wonder if I had been a little too obvious about all this in the past, and that maybe the whole universe actually figured me out as easy as Victor did.

But it didn't really matter. Victor was content to continue playing our little sex game, and I was really enjoying the part I was playing. Just like it was natural. And I think I was beginning to understand that it WAS natural!

"I'm really enjoying thith, Victor!" I finally whispered out, looking up at him. "I gueth I wath always a thithy at heart, and now I get a chanth to thee if I really like it!"

"Exactly. And you're doing nearly everything correctly. But what are you forgetting to do, sissy?"

I stared up at him. I couldn't for the life of me think what he was implying. It could've been a dozen things.

"I'm thorry, Victor, I gueth I forgot." I shyly admitted.

He glanced down at me. "Didn't we agree that sissies should play with themselves?"

Oops. I had forgotten that part. My hand strayed to my erection. "Yeth, Victor, we did agree. I'm thorry, I forgot." And then something else streaked back into my mind, and I raised myself up on my knees so I could be closer to his ear.

"Victor, can your thithy play with hithelf?"

Even smiled at me. "You ARE a quick study! Of course you can sissy. Lay down there and play with yourself, that's what I expect a sissy like you to do anyway, right?"

"Yeth, Victor. I'm your thithy, and I love playing with my little weenie for you!" As I said this, I started stroking my little princess, as I sometimes referred to my dicklette.

"Not for me, sissy." he replied. "You're playing with yourself because you are a sissy, and that's what sissies do. They can't satisfy women, and are only good for blowing men, so it's really the only way you can possibly get off, right?"

I considered this, my hand gently rubbing my weenie. "Yeth, Victor. I play with mythelf becauth I'm a thithy. I love playing with mythelf!" I squealed suddenly.

"Now you get it." He said, and returned his concentration on his morning paper.

So there we were. Victor sitting there, eating his breakfast, reading his morning paper, while his sissy lay on the floor naked, masturbating next to where he sat. Not exactly a typical morning in America, I'm sure.

As Victor ate slowly, I was getting worked up. I was overwhelmed by the sensations I was giving myself, coupled with doing this very private act on the kitchen floor in full view of my room mate. I started to whimper as I got closer and closer to orgasm. Victor glanced down at me, unconcerned.

"Remember to ask permission to cum, sissy." he reminded me.

I was breathing faster, my hand was moving faster and faster. I better ask soon! "Victor," I gasped. "Can I make a thithy?" I was almost terrified that he would deny me.

"Certainly. Just make sure you lick it all up, fairy." He said, not even glancing up from his paper. "Better 'sissy' on your tummy, so you get it all."

I don't know why, but his response was all that I needed to send me over the edge, and with a girlish squeal, I laid back and shot my load all over my tummy. I gasped and whimpered as my orgasm finally subsided, a little pool of sperm glistening on my stomach. I looked up at Victor, my face still flushed with sexual relief. He glanced down at me.

"Well?" he said. "What are you waiting for? Lick it up." And he returned to his paper. I carefully scooped up the semen, my hand came up to my lips and I licked up every drop of my cum. When I finished, I simply sat there, flushed and sated. After a minute, Victor glanced down at me again.

"Why are you stopping?" he asked?

"I . . .ummm . . .I already made my thithy, Victor." I replied.

"So? Sissies play with themselves. Get to it. If I want you to stop, I'll tell you."

I was startled by this command, but also felt a warm urge in my groin again. "Yeth, Victor. I'll keep playing with mythelf." And my hand now returned to my now soft weenie, gently stroking and playing with it.

Victor finished his breakfast and got up. He glanced at his watch, and then at me. "Remember, sissy, that just because you orgasm doesn't mean you stop playing with yourself. It's one of the things that marks you as a sissy. OK?" he smiled down at me.

"Yeth, Victor, I'll remember that. And keep playing with mythelf." I responded softly.

He patted me on my head. "No time for that morning blow job, sissy. See you after work, and we can make up for it. OK?"

"Yeth Victor. I can't wait!"

"Good. See you when I get home. I might be a little later than usual, I have some things I need to do after work. We'll see how much you remember about being my sissy when I get back tonight, OK?"

"Yeth, Victor. I'll be waiting!"

And out he went.

After Victor left, I got a chance to finally review what had occurred. I had exposed myself to my room mate as a cocksucker, a sissy, a submissive and a flaming queer. And he didn't seem to mind. In fact, Victor seemed to really be getting off on this play time routine that was evolving. Maybe he wasn't as 'straight' as he said.

But I wasn't about to challenge him on this. This whole scene was just too good to fuck with! Images of that fat, drooling cock of his continued to appear in my minds eye. Just the fact that I now had predetermined access to that lovely man meat filled me with warmth and a delicious tingling in my own little weenie.

And something else was happening. I was finally facing myself as what I obviously was: a queer, gay, cocksucking, prissy sissy boy. Forget that I was fifty years old, and indulging in behavior that most middle aged men would find revolting. It fit me. It always did, and I just never allowed it. I was always succumbing to the fear of rejection by family, friends and lovers.

As a result I spent the first half century of my life extremely unhappy inside, always struggling to maintain the pose of the straight but effeminate man. The thought that I didn't have to expend such energy in such a facade was certainly encouraging. I could instead use that energy to preen and polish myself as what I obviously was, and what I now realized what I wanted to be. Namely a sissy, serving some lucky guy with my mouth, my butt, and my home making abilities.

I grinned to myself. 'I'm going to become the perfect, docile house wife!" I giggled at that idea. But my little weenie was stiffening again. I felt I was finally home, in a way.

I spent the day taking care of my professional accounts, and preparing for my classes. Teaching might be a problem, I thought. I'll still have to 'maintain the pose' so I could remain employed. But I thought I could balance it out. Only now it would be the other way around. Instead of the supposed 'straight' man struggling not to show that I was a flaming queen, I was now the prissy sissy boy trying to show, at least temporarily, that I was straight. A lot less trouble, I thought.

The day dragged on after I finished my work. It would be another three hours till Victor came home to his sissy, so I spent the time doing my work out routine, and then taking along, scented bath. I stayed naked during my work out, and it gave new meaning to the sit ups I usually do. Each time I curled up into a crunch, I found myself facing my little sissy dick! I was going to like this!

I made sure I was shaved smooth, powdered, made up and naked for Victors return. I had fought off the urge to masturbate at least a dozen times, as I remembered Victor's instructions that I could only play with myself in front of him. It was a struggle, but I managed to keep my hands off my weenie.

I had also indulged in my full fem get up, including painting my finger nails and toe nails a flaming red. I even painted on a little brown 'beauty mark' on my cheek. I slipped on a pair of white lacy pumps, and I wanted to portray the perfect sissified male to Victor when he walked in the door.

I waited impatiently. Night was beginning to fall as I saw the headlights of his car pulling up. My heart leapt into my throat, as I scurried into the living room, and took my position in the middle of the living room. I stood there naked, my right foot demurely in front of my left, bent out, hugging myself with my hands, and my little weenie stiff and throbbing. I looked SO fem!

The door opened and Victor walked in. He glanced up at me and immediately took in my whole pose, his eyes dancing up and down my sissified body, a smile spreading across his face. I could tell immediately I had done well.

"Welcome home, Victor!" I said softly. "Your thithy is ready for you!" remembering to lisp properly this time, in as soft and girlish a voice as I could muster.

Victor smiled appreciatively. "Hi sissy! You look like you're eager to play! Are you?"

"Yeth, Victor, I am." I cooed out, smiling. "May I thtart playing with mythelf?"

"Of course you can, sissy. You didn't play with yourself while you were alone, did you?" he asked with that authoritative voice I was beginning to love.

"No, Victor." I replied. "I wanted to play with mythelf, but you told me I could only do that in front of you." Then I smiled, coyly. "But I thure wanted too!"

Victor chuckled. "Well, go ahead. You can make up for lost time." My hand immediately went to my cocklette, gently stroking its hard little length.

I noticed that he had two big shopping bags in his hands, and I minced over to help him with them. Victor stopped me, and I stood demurely in front of him, still rubbing my little cock. I was heating up fast!

"These are for you, sissy." Victor began, handing me the bags. "Go put them on the sofa. Is there any coffee?"

I took the bags, which felt light, and placed them on the sofa. "Right away, Victor. Let me go make thome." GAWD, I was really getting into this lisping bit! I minced into the kitchen, walking as prissy as I could without making it seem like a pretense. I wanted my natural sissy ability to show through.

Victor followed me into the kitchen, and came up behind me to the sink where I was filling the pot with water. He came up close behind me, and I could smell his cologne. "You look very sexy tonight, sissy!" he whispered softly into my ear. "I bought you some clothing that I think you'll like. When you finish with the coffee, come into the living room. I want you to model them for me." And then he turned and walked out of the kitchen.

That fucking coffee couldn't brew fast enough! The instant there was enough for a full cup, I filled a mug, one sugar, stirred, and minced carefully into the living room, not wanting to spill a drop. Victor was stretched out on the sofa, his loafers off and watching me approach, smiling. "Thanks, sissy." he said as he took the mug from my hand. He pointed at the bags. "Look what I got for you."

I love presents, so I let out a little squeal and grabbed the bag, opening one up and peering inside. There was a bundle of black satin and lace. I took the garment and pulled it out, mouth open in awe.

It was a perfectly sexy black maid's apron, with white frills and ties. "Ooooo . . . THANK YOU Victor! It's THO sexy!"

"Try it on, sissy." Victor commanded. I draped the apron around my waist. It had white frilly ties that went around my waist and up around my neck. Tying the apron on, I straightened up, one hand on my hip, my other straight down at my side, my hand bent out in a girlish pose. "What do you think, Victor?" I smiled at him.

"Nice. I thought this would look good on you. Try the heels."

"I peered into the bag, and found a pair of black spike heeled sandals. I slipped them on, and even thought they were a little big, I tightened the straps so they fit snug. I straightened up again, the smile on my face was obvious approval of my new get up.

Victor smiled and looked me up and down. "You can wear that when you are in the kitchen, sissy." Victor said. "Or just when you're mincing around the house during the day. You like?"

In response, I reached over and grabbed the couch pillow, and placed it at his feet. Then I sank to my knees in front of him, my hands on his legs, smiling.

"Thithy LOVES hith new things, Victor!" I purred. "Thithy wants to thank Victor properly!" Victor was still smiling, but now I could see the building lust in his eyes. And the growing bulge in his dockers. I reached down and softly stroked the lump in his pants.

"Victor, can I thuck your cock?" I pleaded softly. His expression was amused, but determined. "Yes, sissy, I want you to blow me, but I want you to try on your other things first. Be a good sissy and model them for me, OK? You can show your thanks when you're done."

"OK Victor" I cooed. But before I got to my feet, I leaned down and kissed the bulge in his pants. Victor smirked appreciatively.

In quick order, I tried on a darling little pink baby doll nightie, a white lace dress that fit tightly and the white frilly thigh highs that went along with them, and a frilly pink ballerina skirt that had a pink, frilly blouse that left my middle exposed. I was absolutely thrilled at every item, and I squealed in delight as I tried on each piece of sissy garb. Victor watched me, sipping his coffee and commenting on each pose, making sure I struck a sissy enough pose. There were other things there, like fluffy wrist bands and garters, but I was getting impatient. I wanted to be on my knees sucking his cock, and Victor must have sensed this. I had modeled the pink ballerina outfit, and Victor told me to stop.

"OK, sissy, enough modeling. Do you want to thank me for your pretty new clothes?" He stood up he said this.

I minced over to stand in front of him, still wearing the tutu. "Ooooo, YETH, Victor, I've been waiting all day for this!" I reached for his belt buckle, but Victor stopped me.

"I'm glad you're so eager, sissy, but remember, I want you naked when you blow me, OK?" I looked up at him, smiled and merely said "Yeth, Victor." And I quickly stripped naked in front of him. As I stripped, Victor watched, taking off his shirt, leaving him in his bare chest.

I got on my knees in front of him and looked up. "Victor, can thithy take your pants off now?" I asked sweetly.

"Sure sissy. But tell me why you want to do that." He said.

I looked up at him. "Thithy wanths to thuck your cock, Victor."

"Why, sissy?"

"Becauth that's what a good thithy does. And I'm your thithy!" I cooed, fumbling with his belt, unbuckling his pants and slipping the zipper down.

Victor smiled down at me. "You really like being a sissy, don't you Paula?"

"Yeth Victor, I love being a thithy. I think it's become my favorite thing!" I hooked my thumbs into his pants and slid them down to his ankles, exposing his boxers. Boxers that had an obvious tent in the front.

Victor went on in a steady tone. "I want that to be your main priority, sissy. I want you to tell me what you love doing more than anything else."

I looked up at him, smiling. I think I understood. "What do I love doing the mostht, Victor?" I asked him.

"Yes, sissy, what do you love the most?"

"Being Victor's thithy!" I said softly, and then leaned forward and kissed the tent in his boxers.

"Good girl!" Victor said, and leaning on my shoulders, stepped out of his boxers, exposing his huge cock, now almost fully erect. I immediately started drooling as he sat back down on the sofa, spread his legs, and motioned for me to take my place.

I repositioned myself between his legs, leaned forward and planted a deep kiss on the head of his cock, and then slipped the huge pink head into my mouth, moaning in relief. I could not believe how much it meant to me to be on my knees with his dick in my mouth!

That started a long, extended stretch where I sucked his cock to an explosive orgasm, kept his dick in my mouth and kept gently sucking him, till about thirty minutes later, he started to harden in my mouth again, so I sucked him off again. I didn't get as much sperm the second time around, but it didn't seem to matter. It was enough to just be sitting there between his legs, lovingly sucking his dick. Like a good sissy should!

  

  

  

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