Meeting Wendy-whore               by: Sean McBride

 

For those of you just joining us; allow me to recap. In a nutshell, Iıd been drinking one night when I started browsing the internet. I was only looking for a little harmless cyber-sex, but I happened upon a sex slave site that featured a woman; she was called Wendy-whore, and she spent her entire life being used as a sex slave. Well those erotic images of Wendy-whore servicing a never-ending parade of anonymous cocks got me fantasizing about what it would be like to be somebodyıs personal sissy slut. Perhaps it was the beer that had subdued my inhibitions, or perhaps it was a deep-seated fantasy that finally bubbled to the surface--whatever it was, the woman in those kinky pictures turned me on so much that I had several of the best orgasms of my life while thinking about her.

By coincidence, I had also just met a dominant woman on an internet dating service. Her name was MissKriss, and before I knew what was happening, the alcohol and my throbbing libido conspired to make my newfound fantasy come true to life. I found myself immersed in a full-blown sissy sex-slave cyber-fantasy come to life.

It wasnıt really a fantasy that I had ever consciously imagined before, but I was completely overcome by seductive passions. On the very next day, I found myself at a highway rest stop, sucking on an anonymous strangerıs cock and getting fucked up the ass. Thanks to the helpful tutelage of the strangerıs wife, I was all tarted up as I licked and kissed and sucked and caressed and loved every minute of my newfound sexual adventure. And so we start chapter two‹which finds me stark naked, bound-up and blindfolded, with a butt plug rudely stretching out my ass. I am alone in the parlor of MissKriss, discarded and left on the floor. Shivering with fear, I wait for an eternity, not knowing what, or who is coming next. My heart is beating so forcefully that it takes me a while to calm down and only then do I realize that I am not alone in this strange room. I can hear shallow breathing, and thinking that there might be another slave bound up nearby, I cautiously whisper "hello? Is anybody there?" Immediately I hear and feel the slicing sound of a whip as it assaults my exposed ass, striking me expertly right on the sphincter. One, two, three, four, five times it torments me and I cry out in agonizing pain. I writhe on the floor, futilely trying to escape the wicked lash. I find myself crying, tears coursing down my face, and I am roughly silenced when a penis gag is shoved halfway down my throat.

With the gag securely in place, I am hoisted up by unseen hands and bound up with duct tape. Tighter and tighter, roll after roll, I am incased from head to foot, with only a tiny opening left for my nose. I canıt move a single muscle, and every time I try, I can feel the tape ripping patches of my hair out.

I am dragged into what feels like a closet and then, the telltale voice of MissKriss voice whispers in my ear "Still wish that you could be Wendy-whore? Well, like it or not, you might just get your wish!" The door slams shut, and I am left to wait for several hours, propped unceremoniously up against the closet wall like a old umbrella waiting for a storm to come and make it useful once again.

Despite the burning pain, throbbing muscles and binding tape, my fantasies run wild while I am alone in the closet. I am filled with an erotic vision of me on all fours, being impaled by an endless parade of men who will use me for their pleasure. I am nothing to them but a receptacle for their copious ejaculate, and I love every minute of it of my servitude. Of course, my sexual slavery is broadcast live on my own web site, which available to anybody who wants to log on. And naturally, some of my co-workers happen upon the site and I soon find myself at their mercy whenever I am at work. Eventually, they are abusing me so much that I am forced to quit my job and live as a full time as a website sex slave. So goes the tenor of my libidinous, and still surprising dreams. I fantasize about this for what seems like hours before I realize that I am being wheeled out of the closet. From the muffled noises that penetrate my mummification, I surmise that I am being loaded on a truck and driven to a strange location. My mind is reeling as I donıt know where I am and I donıt know who I am being left with. Still, my erection straining futilely against the tape tells me that I love every minute of this dangerous predicament. More waiting, and then, just as my muscles are unable to take any more of my suffocating bondage, somebody starts ripping the tape from my body. It is sheer agony, as much of my body hair comes off with the tape. Finally I am released from my handcuffs and ungagged and left naked and alone in some strange locker room.

And then my Goddess walked in.

MissKriss is more impressive in person than she is on the internet, and I immediately collapsed at her feet. She smiled and extended a pointed high heel for me to kiss. Without hesitation I licked her heels and promised to be her perfect sex slave, and she laughed in agreement as forced her whole foot into my mouth. I do my best to give her pleasure, and when she is satisfied that I have debased myself enough, she roughly pushes me toward the shower, telling me to shave my body and paint my nails. She laughs, saying that the night is just beginning.

By this point I canıt even stand up any longer, so I turn on the water and lay collapsed on the floor under the warm spray. I know I have to get ready, but I can barely move. Prone with exhaustion, I am surprised to hear high heels approaching. Opening my eyes, I am amazed to see three beautiful women standing before me, one of whom is Wendy-whore, my very own internet fantasy girl. She smiles as the trio of sirens gently lift me to my feet. Wendy-whore adjusts the water temperature and quickly undresses and joins me in the shower. She softly cleans the tape residue from my body, and after a moment I am somewhat rejuvenated. Only then do I see that Wendy-whore is actually a man, albeit a man with a very shrunken penis and a perfect set of tits. Indeed, I am somewhat startled to see that all three of these women are actually men. Wendy-whore sees the shock register in my face, and she smiles seductively at me and pushes my face to her breast. I mindlessly suckle on her nipples while the other women finish washing my body and shave off all of my hair.

One of the women starts to softly suck on my penis, distracting me as Wendy takes a razor and shaves my head and eyebrows. The woman brings me to the point of orgasm and then abruptly stops, just as I realize that every single hair on my body has now been removed. The three women giggle and lead me out of the shower where I am toweled off and lotion is gently massaged into my naked skin.

Next I am led to a table where one of the women resumes sucking my cock and licking my ass. I moan in pleasure, but hold perfectly still as the other woman paints my finger and toenails. Wendy-whore does my makeup and finally glues a long blonde wig upon my head.

I am almost at the point or orgasm when Wendy-whore tells me to open my eyes, and I am amazed to see a sexy woman staring back at me in the mirror. At least from the neck up. The rest of my body is obviously male, but Wendy-whore senses my disappointment and whispers in my ear "Donıt worry honey. Soon youıll have a body just like the rest of us. And until then, weıll help you fake it."

Just then I feel several fingers invading my ass and I almost faint as I spurt an immense load of cum that shoots halfway across the room. Wendy-whore saunters over and scoops up my deposit. She returns to me and shoves her cum-soaked fingers in my mouth. "By the way," she says, "this is Tina and Sally. They started out just like you, caught in Mistressı trap and forced to become shemale sissy slaves."

Fireworks explode in my head, and I moan in pleasure and say hello while I greedily slurp up my own cum from Wendy-whoreıs fingers. Once again, I find that I am erect and at the point of orgasm.

Before I can recover, fake breasts are glued to my chest with a medical adhesive and I am strapped into a corset so tight that I can barely breathe. Stockings and garters follow, and then a very revealing dress and candy-red high heels. Now I smile as I look in the mirror. There is no way that you would ever be able to tell that I am actually a man. Wendy-whore sits me down as Tina and Sally get dressed. She softly questions me about my fantasies, and is genuinely pleased to find out that it was her internet site that had triggered my desire to become a sissy-slave. She cautions me that itıs a lot of work, but adds that the rewards are well worth the effort.

She then explains what will happen in the next few hours. I will be led out onto a stage, blindfolded and on display before a select group of masters and mistresses from Dallas. There will be some initial bidding, and I will be questioned explicitly about my sexual fantasies. And then I will be introduced to Tyrone, a man who is reputed to have the largest cock in Texas. Like it or not, Tyrone will shove his monster cock down my throat and then ruthlessly take my virgin ass. After he fucks me, I am told, I will be so ripped open that I will be able to take on an army of men without any trouble. The very thought of Tyrone has me quelling in fear, but Wendy-whore coos in my ear and assures me that once I have tasted Tyrone I will know for sure that I truly want to be a sissy-slave. She tells me that after Tyrone, I will long to have cock after cock fuck me twenty-four hours a day.

Sure enough, within the hour I am led out onto a stage where a room full of unknown people begins to bid on my services as their personal sex slave. My cock strains against my panties as I am tied tightly to a cross and left there while a man questions me about my innermost desires. Would I like to be turned into a sissy-slut? Do I hope to be pierced, tatooed and branded? How many men would I like to service on any given night? Would I enjoy being hypnotized, or humiliated in public. Would I wish to become a she-male, a transvestite or a full-fledged woman?

I answer all of the questions immediately, and am somewhat surprised by the enthusiasm behind my answers. I beg to be transformed into a nymphomaniac with large breasts and a mouth and ass that suck in cock after cock on a nightly basis. I ask to be pierced tatooed and hypnotized so that Iıd be compelled to drop to my knees in public and suck somebodyıs cock if they accidentally triggered my sissy self with a word or phrase. I pleaded to be turned into a prostitute or an internet whore; and I promised to be the perfect slave to whatever master or mistress purchased me. And then it was time to prove my devotion.

A man stepped forward and from the bulge in his pants I immediately knew that it was Tyrone. Iıve never seen a man so well endowed, even in the most fantastic porn videos. My hands were shaking as I was released from my bonds and I lowered his fly and fished out his cock. Even flaccid, Tyroneıs penis was as thick as my forearm. Nevertheless, I licked him to an erection and tried my best to take al least some of him in my mouth. Tyrone was aroused by my efforts, and I was flipped over and I felt a wad of spittle land squarely on my asshole. That was all the lubrication that I got before Tyrone started to shove his cock insistently into my nether passage. The pain was unbearable, and I felt as if I was being split in two by Tyroneıs monster cock. Once again, I started to cry in agony, but this time I sobbed out through my tears "please sir, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" Everything else was a blur. I know that I was used for several hours by all sorts of masters and mistresses. I smiled as man after man viciously shoved his cock into my ass. Wendy-whore was right, after Tyrone I could accommodate each and every man who wanted to fuck me without any problem. But it was the women who were most demanding of me on that first night. I licked and sucked whatever was shoved into my face. I brought several women to multiple orgasms, and licked innumerable assholes, feet and armpits. Each time I was used I cried out to become somebodyıs sissy sex slave. Finally I was so filled with raw lust that I begged to be pierced and branded; even asking to be castrated if it so pleased my new master or mistress. I was completely lost in an erotic haze, and while I was once again being fucked by Tyrone and another man was slamming his cock into my mouth, I felt a searing pain as my nipples and penis were pierced. Golden rings were fastened into my abused flesh and secured with a permanent adhesive.

By this point my mind had snapped by the intensity of my experience. I was exhausted and used, but still determined to be the perfect sex slave. I lapped up whatever juices shot or seeped into my mouth until finally there was a cheering and somebody bought me as his or her personal sex slave. And then the night was over and I must have collapsed in exhaustion. When I awoke, I found myself in the back of an RV as we traveled down the freeway. Part of me thought that I was dreaming, but the fire in my nipples and penis told me that it had all been very real. Running a hand over my shaved scalp confirmed my beliefs, and I smiled, not caring what the future would hold for me.

I slipped out of bed and found that my muscles were still very sore. I could barely move, but nevertheless, I had to find out where I was, and where I was headed. As I staggered to the front of the RV I recognized my surroundings. This was Bill and Deniseıs RV from the highway reststop. I almost burst out in tears when I realized that they had been the ones who purchased me to be their new sissy-slut.

It all made sense, as the RV pulled into my driveway and I was released from a weekend beyond my wildest fantasies. I sucked Master Bill and Mistress Denise to orgasm one last time before I was allowed to go back to my apartment. I was given some iodine to clean my new piercing some pills that I was instructed to take twice a day. "These will make you tiny little penis shrink up and disappear, and theyıll help you to grow your own set of breasts. Thatıs what you want, isnıt it?" asked Mistress Denise. "Oh yes," I cried as I buried my face in her crotch with renewed vigor. And so I was dropped off, naked at my front door and not knowing where my car was‹but it didnıt matter. All I could think of was to pass the next week at work as quickly as possible so that I could once again return to being the sissy-slave that I now knew in my heart that I was destined to be from now on.

 

 

İ 2001
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