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

  

SHARING

After that wet little episode, Victor and I seemed to experience a peak, the type of compassionate energy that comes from two people who have enjoyed a very satisfying trip, and were now open for more. I had been Victor's sissy for a little more than a month, and it didn't seem like we were going to slow up at all. Which was completely fine with me. I was experiencing new sides to myself all the time now, and I loved the feelings it gave me. I struggled at times with the idea that here I was, a fifty year old male, behaving in ways that conventional society would instantly label perverse and unacceptable, perhaps even unlawful. But I didn't care at all.

Perhaps, I thought, it was the artist in me. I had always believed that the artist needed to experience life in a true unabashed, uninhibited manner, and that philosophy had kept me alive in a viscous commercial art market. I started to see that I never let that philosophy bleed into my personal and sexual life, and it was high time I did just that.

"Screw convention." I thought.

Victor and I continued as we were. Sometimes he would work late, sometimes I would have to take care of a client, but we always managed to see something of each other every day. It was a rare occurrence that I didn't get a chance to suck him off at least once a day. When that did happen, when Victor had to work so late he didn't make it home till midnight, tired and worn out, I simply rubbed his shoulders, fed him and gave him a hug just as he tottered off to bed. He had to be in the office early the next day as well, something about the year end auditing, so he needed to sleep. Fellatio would have to wait.

That night I was surprised at myself. It was the first whole day without tasting his dick, or prancing around like his sissy since we started this, and I really missed it! Sucking Victor's cock had become such a part of the normal routine of my life that when I was deprived, I instantly felt it. It opened my eyes a little.

Just to make the night easier, I wore my favorite pink nightie, and gave myself a deliciously long tug off, playing with myself for nearly an hour before shuddering to an enormous, toe-curling orgasm. I thought the top of my head would blow off, and it left me completely and warmly exhausted. I slept like an infant.

But we certainly made up for it over the next few days! I think I blew him five times that next day, as he had comp time off, and I had no professional concerns. What a day!

Victor had alluded to my dressing for company, but never really followed through on this. Our little games were strictly private, well shielded from reality, and safe as can be from any societal repercussions. I thought about that sometimes, wondering if Victor would ever really expose me to the outside world. We talked a little about it, but he was evasive. He thought I wanted him to "out" me, I think, and he just didn't want that responsibility. I didn't blame him.

Victor came home on a Friday night, and as he sat and ate his dinner, I was perched on my throw rug next to him, naked as usual, except for some black thigh highs and black heels. I sat there stroking myself and chatting. It had become so natural to do this. Before Victor, I would not consider masturbating in front of another person, and now here I was diddling myself in front of him as a matter of routine. Just another indication of how many of my old defenses were in shards on the ground, and I felt SO much better for it!

Victor glanced down at me, taking his attention away from his meal for a minute. "Horny, sissy?" he asked.

I nodded. "Alwayth, Victor."

"You know, sometimes I feel a little guilty that I get to enjoy all this attention from you while a lot of guys I know don't get half as much attention." he observed casually.

Frowning a bit, I wondered what he was driving at. "Don't you like what we're doing, Victor?" I asked, wondering if maybe he was getting a little burned out on our little scene.

"Oh, no, don't get me wrong!" he said, shaking his head. "I can't believe my luck, finding a sissy to take care of my needs as much as you do. It's just that sometimes I feel inclined to share the wealth, that's all." Victor glanced down at me with a sly look on his face, kind of a mischievous grin.

I knew where he was going with this. For two months now, Victor had at times inferred that if we had company or visitors, I would have to dress the part of his sissy. His idea was that the more I showed my true feminine nature, the more comfortable I would get with my new understanding of myself. Somehow, Victor had become like a therapist to me, I guess. He had figured out I was a repressed sissy, and had helped me bring out my true self.

That he was exploiting the situation was obvious, but I didn't mind. In my mind, I thought 'If I'm going to get, I have to give.' So he became the target of my newfound sexual desires, the happy recipient of at least two blow jobs a day, along with everything else that I did. Which any good 'bottom' would do for his 'top', to put it in gay parlance. In other words, an even exchange.

But now Victor was talking about bringing some one else into the act, and that made me nervous. Even though doing what Victor had directed me to do over the last two months had afforded me wonderful growth, going to the next level and including another person into our scene scared me.

Victor picked up on this, and glanced down at me. "You know that the work on my house is almost finished, sissy." he said softly. "I'll probably be leaving in another four weeks or so." I nodded grimly. I was not happy with the idea that I had found an exciting new lover, only to have him leave so soon. I accepted it. But I didn't necessarily like it.

"You've discovered a whole new you, sissy." he explained. "And I'm really very proud that I was able to help you with this. But you've centered all your attention on me, making me the center of your world, which is going to make my leaving a little rough on you, don't you think?"

I nodded numbly, suddenly not so excited anymore. I was still twiddling the head of my little cocklette, but it was soft as butter at the moment. I looked up at Victor.

"I knew you were going to eventually go, Victor." I said softly. "I justh want to enjoy the time we have left, and deal with your moving out when it happenth." Damn, I was lisping now as a matter of regular routine. I really HAD been made over!

Victor was looking at me intently. "What if you had another person to play with, too? After all," he added warmly. "I'm only going to be on the other side of town. We can see each other occasionally." He was smiling as he said this.

I immediately felt better when he said that. I had been under the notion that when he left, he left. Period. Just like the others. The idea that we could continue to play after he had moved out was one that I had shunted into the 'vague hope' bin in my minds memory bank. I smiled as he related this to me.

"That makes me feel better about your leaving, Victor. "I said, looking up at him. "I'll mith you terribly, but if I get a chanth to thee you again thometime, well, I'd juth like that." I reached up and was stroking his thigh as I said this, suddenly wanting more than anything else at the moment to get my lips around his cock. But I returned to the matter at hand. So to speak.

"Who do you have in mind, Victor?" I asked him bluntly. "Is there thome one that you know that would like playing with a thithy like me?"

Victor smiled warmly as he looked down at me, winked and said "Let me make some 'discreet inquiries'. I think I know of some one who would enjoy spending time with you."

"OK, Victor."

A couple weeks later, I was finishing up an account and my cell buzzed. I picked it up and answered, noticing it was Victor's number on the LED. I smiled. We had missed last nights play time because he worked late again, so I was eager to see what he had in mind.

""Hi Victor." I cooed.

"Hi, sissy. Listen, I can't talk long, I'm kind of on the run right now. But I'll be bringing home a friend tonight. He wants to meet you. Wear the frilly white dress and stockings, have your make up perfect. Make sure that you give yourself a thorough washing inside, too. He expects a very sissified male. Got it?" He was talking fast, and I could tell he was in his car.

"B-but . . . but . . . Yeth Victor. I'll be ready." I stammered out.

"Great. Meet us at the door when we get there, and you should be on your best sissy behavior." Click.

I sat there stunned at first. Victor was outing me! Suddenly, I realized that some one else knew about my new found sissy status, and I was gripped with a panic attack. I started getting nervous, afraid and a little pissed. Victor just went ahead and arranged this, and I felt very much out of the loop, MY loop, really.

But after a bit, I calmed down. I reasoned that Victor would never do anything to hurt me, or endanger me. Plus, if he arrived at home at the usual time, I had only two hours to get ready!

I had no time to waste worrying. I had to put on my sissy best!

And that part about 'cleaning myself out thoroughly' could only mean one thing; Victor wanted this man to fuck me! That was the one thing Victor hadn't done to me, but I had masturbated in front of him many times with my eight inch rubber cock firmly planted in my butt. Victor knew I liked that, even if he didn't care for it.

I gave myself a one quart scented enema, took a quick shower, did a quick touch up shave, powdered up, and swished into the bedroom. I squirmed into my white frilly corset outfit, carefully tugged on my white thigh highs, white satin panties, slipped on my white pumps, a spritz of my favorite perfume, and I was ready.

Just in time, as it turned out, as I saw the head lights of Victors car in the window as he pulled up. I peered out the window and saw another figure in the car next to him, and as they both got out of the car, they were laughing together.

When Victor's friend go out of the car and stood up, I saw that he was at least as tall as Victor and my little weenie began to stiffen. He looked to be about Victor's age, with black salt and pepper hair, a little heavier maybe, dressed in business casual. Very masculine, too. Handsome as well. Hmmmm . . .

I pranced to the door just as it was opening, Victor popping into the room ahead of our guest. I was flush with excitement, and stood nervously as Victor's friend entered the room behind him, turning to me and smiling broadly. Nice, warm, smile.

"Hi, sissy! This is Norman." Victor introduced us, and I held out my hand palm down, wrist limp. VERY sissy!

"Pleathed to meet you, Norman!" I lisped, as he took my hand and gave it a gentle shake. Victor stood there beaming.

"Hi, sissy. Or should I call you 'Paula'?" Norman asked. He had a warm, masculine voice. His features were kind of sharp, and close up I could tell my assessment f his age were correct, mid forties maybe. Standing there in front of this handsome man, I could feel the tension building up between my thighs, warming. My little princess was beginning to awaken!

"'Thithy' is fine, Norman. Won't you come in?" I cooed at him, taking his sports coat and hanging it on a hall peg. Not knowing what else to say, I simply stood there silent, smiling at them both, and waiting for Victor to start things off.

He wasted no time. "So, didn't I tell you? Is Paula about the most feminized male you've ever laid eyes on?" he said to Norman, who by this time was looking me up and down, obviously sizing me up. It made me feel a little self conscious, but it was also a turn on!

"I have to hand it to you, Victor." Norman said, staring at me. "I thought you might be exaggerating. He's a beautiful sissy! Amazing."

I was starting to blush! "Th-thank you, Norman. I try." It was all I could think of to blurt out, I was so nervous!

Victor took control. "I think before the end of the evening, you'll find that Paula here is as good as his word. I guarantee you'll be impressed with his efforts!" He smiled a little lewdly when he said that. "Let's go into the living room so we can relax and get to know each other better!"

At that, Victor turned and walked into the living room, but Norman slid over by me and draped his arm around my waist! He leaned down and spoke into my ear. "Your outfit looks very pretty on you, Paula." he whispered. "I'm really impressed!"

I felt him pull me into his side as Victor looked back and smiled. With Normans arm around me, we walked into the room. I had by now lost any fear or apprehension I had built up, and started to enjoy the attention I was getting from my new friend. He was the first person besides Victor to see me in my new sissy state, and he appeared to like what he saw!

As we got into the living room, Victor said to me "Sissy, get us a couple glasses of wine, OK? And get yourself a soft drink as well." I nodded, pulling away from Norm and started for the kitchen "Yeth, Victor." I lisped. I looked at Norm. "Ith wine OK for you too, Norm?"

He nodded, smiling. As I minced out, I heard Norm say to Victor quietly, "Love the lisping!", and then they both chuckled.

I minced back in and found Victor on one end of the couch, and Norm was on the other. Since I didn't have any other furniture, it left me at an awkward impasse. My couch was really built for just two people to sit comfortably, but three would really be crowding things. Victor had apparently thought of this, because after I gave them the wine glasses, I turned to face Victor and saw him toss my floor cushion down on the floor between his feet, just as he usually did. Meaning, of course, I would take my regular place between his legs. I wondered how much more 'regular' behavior Victor expected of me in front of our new friend.

I didn't look at Norm, I just went to my place, slid to the floor between Victors knees still holding my soft drink, and curling my feet up under my butt, very feminine. I glanced at Norm, and he was nodding in approval.

Victor just smiled. "Sissy here has become a very compliant little playmate, and we do have our routines, don't we sissy?"

I looked up at him and smiled. "Yeth, Victor, we do." I cooed out. Victor continued. "Of course, since we have a guest here, we've altered our normal routine a bit, haven't we sissy?" Victor chided me. I glanced over at Norm, and he was watching with keen interest.

"What particular routine is that?" he asked, smiling. "I don't want you to do anything out of the way just because I'm visiting." His smile broadened, and I got the feeling that Victor had told Norm EXACTLY what our 'normal' routines had been. I looked back at Victor, and he was smiling that lopsided smile of his. He then took on his alpha male persona.

"Answer Norm, sissy. What are we doing different tonight?" his tone was that authoritarian voice of his.

I looked over at Norm, smiling shyly. "Well . . . uthually when I thit here at Victorth feet, I'm naked." I softly spoke.

"What else do you do when you sit there, sissy?" Victor demanded. I looked at him sharply, but his tone was insistent, his expression firm. "Tell Norm why you always sit there on the floor, naked, between my legs?"

Blushing uncontrollably, I peered over at Norm. "Ummm . . I-.I uthually thit here naked at Victorth feet tho I can thuck his cock." Norm nodded, smiling.

"Interesting. Is that something that you like to do, sissy" Norm asked, still smiling and nodding. I quickly nodded, paying attention to Norm and not looking in Victors direction.

"Yeth, I do. In fact," I cleared my throat nervously. "Being Victorth thithy has become my favorite thing to do." I smiled coyly again. I WAS proud of being his sissy; I just never had to say that to a total stranger.

"I can tell." Norm said. "Do you do that a lot for Victor, sissy?"

I nodded enthusiastically. I could tell where this was going. "Ooohh, yeth, I love thucking Victorth cock. I've become a VERY happy cockthucker for Victor!" I couldn't believe I was having this conversation with a complete stranger!

Victor tapped my shoulder, getting my attention. "Sissy, I was telling Norm all about how you have re-discovered yourself with me, but that I was going to have to leave soon. We talked about this, remember?" I nodded, my lower lip kind of stuck out, a little sad. Victor continued.

"Norm here is interested in seeing if you and he would be a good fit. He wants to enjoy a sissy lover like I have. We met in a chat room on line, and he was advertising that he was looking for a sissy sweet heart. What do you think of that, Paula?"

I looked over at Norm, curiosity covering my expression. "Really, Norm?" I asked. "Are you interesthed in playing with a thithy?"

Norm nodded, a slight smile on his face.

"A thithy like me?" I asked quietly.

"I certainly like what I've seen so far, sissy." he said warmly. "Of course, I still haven't seen everything, have I?"

At this point, Victor chimed in. "Paula, why don't we show Norm how we usually relax, hmmm?"

I looked at him, a little fear in my eyes. Victor smiled. "Don't worry sissy, you can feel safe with Norm. Get comfortable!" This was Victors usual way of telling me to get naked! But this time, in front of a complete stranger!

But I had the feeling he was right. Victor hadn't led me astray yet. And I also had the feeling that Norm wouldn't be a 'stranger' for long!

I smiled demurely. "OK, Victor. Thould I get naked?"

Victor smiled. "Of course. What else would I mean?" he leered at me. I knew exactly what he meant, and felt sure that I would be spending some quality time on my knees this evening!

I glanced at Norm, who just nodded approvingly, and got to my feet, still standing in front of Victor. I looked at him, eyebrows arched in question. "Everything?" I whispered.

"Everything. But leave the heels on." Victor directed.

I reached up to my off shoulder frilly collar and slowly pulled it down over my shoulders, down my waist and then dropped it in a soft heap around my ankles. I slowly inched my panties down and stepped out of them, so I stood there in my clear pumps, frilly thigh highs, and nothing else. I was completely exposed to my new friend. And he was running his eyes up and down my naked form with an expression of lust on his face. I smiled at him, lifted one foot up behind me and slipped off the shoe, and then bent down to pull off my stocking. I repeated this with the other leg, and was going to slip the heels back on when Norm stopped me.

"Wait, sissy, leave the heels off. I want to appreciate you as you normally are." Then Norm said in his own authoritative voice. "I want you completely naked."

I nodded, let the shoe slip to the floor and simply stood there, one knee cocked forward and my hands on my hips, thumbs forward, elbows back, a perfect sissy pose. Of course, my little princess was doing her version of a parade wave, sticking straight out. Victor smiled, and Norm let out a low whistle.

"Well, what do you think, Norm?" Victor blurted out. "You like what you see?"

"I sure do!" Norm said, grinning. "But I haven't seen her in action yet."

Even looked at me sternly. "Well, fairy, you heard the man. He wants to see you in action,"

I looked at Victor, still unsure. I started to kneel at his feet on my cushion, but I heard a soft 'thump', and glancing at Norm and saw that he had taken the other cushion and tossed it between his feet, smiling. I looked at Victor.

"I think you need to acquaint your new friend with your cocksucking skills, sissy." Victor said softly but firmly. "Why don't you go and see if it's OK to do that."

I minced over to Norm, and knelt down on the cushion between his feet, my hands on his knees, and I looked at him in as demure a fashion as I could. He was smiling.

"Norm", I cooed softly. "May I thuck your cock?"

He looked at me amused. "Why would you want to do that? Are you queer?"

His question stopped me short, but just for a second. I kept eye contact, looking at him levelly, and whispered "Yeth, Norm. I'm queer."

"I guess that IS obvious." he said, and both he and Victor laughed a little. I was still a little nervous, but now they were hammering on my submissive buttons, and my little princess was responding accordingly. As I knelt there at his feet, I could feel my stiff cocklette, and now it was sticking straight out in front of me, bobbing gently, the tip wet with pre-cum. Norm glanced at my dicklette.

"Guess I can see why you're a sissy." he muttered, and Victor laughed again. Norm looked back up at me. "Is that why you're a queer, sissy? Because you admire men with good sized equipment?"

I nodded. "Yeth, I gueth tho." I whispered. I was REALLY getting turned on, and from glancing at the growing bulge in Norms pants, so was he!

Norm was just sitting there, silently smiling at me, and after an awkward little silence, I lisped out my desire again. Glancing down at his growing bulge, I softly lisped "Norm, can I rub your cock?"

Norm winked at Victor, and I heard Victor get up. "Guess I'll leave you two love birds alone for a while. I quickly looked at him, but his expression was one of warmth and calm. He winked, said "Have fun!" and strode out to the kitchen.

Grateful that he wasn't actually leaving the house, I turned back to Norm. He was watching me intently. "Well, sissy. Are you going to blow me, or not?" His hands were in back of his head, he was leaning back, smiling smugly. I smiled up at him.

"Thertainly, Norm! I gushed, giggling a little. "Thithy would be happy to thuck your cock!" and I started undoing his pants.

 

PARTING

I made a new friend and lover that night. Norm possessed a beautiful cock, but unlike Victor, he was circumcised. Didn't matter. It was delicious. I enthusiastically showed off my blow job skills, getting him to cum in my mouth in less than twenty minutes. I stayed kneeling there with his dick in my mouth, and I could hear Victor enter the room behind me. After asking Norm if I performed up to expectations, I then spent another half hour on my knees between Victors feet. And then back to Norm. And then back to Victor. Two blow jobs each, one right after the other.

Norm stayed the night, and I slept with another man for the first time in my new sissy life. When I was younger I had fooled around with men and slept with them, but that was more like passing out from either partying or exhaustion. This was different. I slept with Norm because he was a lover now. And I was now his sissy as well.

I wore my white corset without the panties, as Norm said he really like how I looked in it. I certainly had no problem with that! I minced into the bedroom and laid back on the bed waiting for him. He came into the room, smiled his satisfaction in one glance, and crawled into bed with me.

After we slipped under the sheets, Norm took my hand and placed it on his cock, and to my amazement discovered he was getting erect again! Only this time he handed me a condom and winked. "Time to raise the bar, sissy!" he grinned.

So he had his last orgasm of the night with his fat seven and a half inch erection buried in my butt pussy. I came without even touching myself, as I hadn't gotten the opportunity to play with myself that night. I was too busy blowing my two lovers! But when I came with Norms cock pistoning in and out of my ass, I wailed in an effeminate sounding release that must have been heard for three miles around the neighborhood. I had come as a sissy, getting fucked like a sissy is supposed to be.

At breakfast the next morning, though, I was back at my customary place, prancing around the kitchen in my frilly apron, getting breakfast prepared for my two lovers, who chatted amicably as I minced around them, puttering. Victor wiped his mouth and got up to go.

"Paula, I got the flooring done in the house, and the furniture goes in over the next three days. I'll probably be leaving in about a week." He was trying to stay officious in his tone, but I could see sadness tinge his expression. I smiled back at him, a little sad myself, and swished over to his side, leaning into his ear.

"Then if you're going to be leaving thoon, thityhy wanth to make your latht week here a memorable one!" I whispered in his ear. And then gave him a soft kiss on the cheek.

He looked at me and smiled, and looked a little relieved. "Great! See you after work?"

I winked at him and smiled back, giving him a hug. "OK." I purred. "I'll be the on my knees, naked, and waiting!"

Norm was watching intently. After Victor left, I took my place at his side, having discarded my apron and now sat at his feet naked, slowly playing with my rigid little dick. He glanced down at me, his eyebrows arched in question.

"Are you in love with Victor?" He asked softly.

I smiled up at him. "Of courth I am!" I smiled at him, and saw that my response immediately drew a frown of disappointment. "But that jutht meanth that I can let him go!"

Norms frown instantly disappeared. I reached up and stroked his thigh. "Don't worry, Norm." I cooed at him. "After lastht night, I'll alwayth have a plath nextth to me. For you!" I leaned forward and gently kissed him on his lips. "Thityhy hath a new boyfriend now!"

Norm grinned. "How about sending me off to work properly, my little fairy?"

I smiled and my fingers groped for his zipper. "Thertainly, Norm." I gushed. "That's what being Norm's thithy is all about!"

 

FINI

  

  

  

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