Becoming Wendy-Whore                  by: Sean McBride

 

For those of you just joining in on this story, please allow me a moment to recuperate before I catch you up to speed on my tale. After all, so much had happened to me in the short span of just a few days, that I felt certain at times that I must have surely been dreaming.

Just a few days ago, encouraged by the sexual freedom found on the internet and my own alcohol fueled libido, I had accidentally browsed onto two websites that would forever change my life. The first had been a simple date line, where I had contacted to a raven-haired beauty known as MissKriss, a dominant woman living in Dallas, a few hours away from my own home.

The second, and more revealing site had been where I chanced upon the image of a sexual slave known on the net as Wendy-whore.

Wendy-whore was a drop-dead gorgeous woman -- or so I thought. On the internet, she was surrounded by a small multitude of men who took turns using her every orifice for their sexual relief. Naturally I was attracted to the sight of this beautiful woman blissfully serving as the focal point of a full-blown orgy. Initially I thought that my reaction to Wendy-whore was that of any red-blooded American male, but slowly I began to realize that there was something else to the power I found in the images on my screen.

I began to fantasize about being a sex slave just like Wendy-whore.

I had always considered myself to be a thoroughly avid heterosexual, but I found myself wondering what it would be like to suck some stranger’s cock and to be fucked by anonymous men who saw me only as some sort of a sexual siren. I fantasized about my body-- splattered from head to toe with dried semen, servicing an endless line of throbbing, cum-filled erections.

It was at this point where the alcohol met up with an e-mail demand from MissKriss and I found myself plunging into a new sexual experience. I was so charged up by my burgeoning fantasy that I jumped into my car and headed to Dallas. I stopped along the way and was fortunate enough to meet a man and a woman at a rest stop who gave me my first taste of submissive sex.

It was sheer bliss, and I resumed my journey to Dallas, now completely determined to be a perfect little sex slave for MissKriss. I had some wild fantasies running through my head of what might happen, but nothing like what actually occurred on that fateful night.

There was a lot of sucking and getting fucked, but most notably, I actually met Wendy-whore, and found out that she had started out as a submissive man like me, before being transformed into a ravishing internet siren. I found out that she wasn’t alone in her experience, and that Dallas was filled with all sorts of dominant masters and mistresses who relished the idea of owning their own little sissy slave.

Before the night has over, I soon realized and quickly surpassed my most deep-seated fantasies. I had been completely shaved and made to look like a woman. In short order, I was fucked repeatedly by men with impossibly huge cocks. I swallowed gallons of cum that night, and was rewarded by having my nipples and penis head pierced.

And I had been sold at a slave auction.

Not at all what I had expected, but to my sheer delight, the same couple that I had met at the highway rest stop had purchased me. These were the people who had helped ease me into my sexual adventure, and it seemed appropriate that they would be the ones who would help me continue in my journey to becoming a sissy sex slave.

And so I find myself two days later safe in my own home, but with my mind still reeling from the events of the past weekend. My newly shaved and pierced body certainly kept drawing my mind back to the erotic fantasy that had so suddenly bloomed into life.

I collapsed in my bed and was treated to another fabulously kinky dream where I relived my weekend experiences anew. When I woke up for work on Monday morning, I found that there was a hardening stain on my sheets just above my crotch.

And I was hard once again.

But I didn’t masturbate like I usually do. Deep in me I knew that I needed to wait for permission before I was allowed to cum. So I reluctantly stuffed my cock into my pants and started to go to work. Just as I was about to exit, I suddenly got the idea to tape my penis up between my ass cheeks. Some handy duct tape, and I was all set for who knows how long before I am called to once again become a sissy sex slave.

So here I am at work, faced with a huge project that has to be completed by Friday, and all I can’t concentrate because all I think about is being fucked and sucking cock. I keep trying to calm down and get to work, but I am so horny that I pass most of the day in a sexual daze.

Finally I sneak into the bathroom and despite my earlier convictions, I rip off the tape (taking a lot of hair with it) and start to beat off in one of the stalls. I am almost at the point of orgasm when somebody enters the room. I quickly stop, but I remember my experiences at the rest stop and I find myself getting aroused just thinking about Master Bill and Mistress Denise.

I can’t help myself. I slowly, and as quietly as possible, stroke myself and I soon shoot a load of cum so hard that there is an audible splat as it hits the partition that separates me from the other man in the restroom. I am so lost in my post-orgasmic bliss that I don’t even bother to stop the ejaculate from sliding down the wall and dripping onto the floor.

Whoever is in the room with me doesn’t say anything, but I am suddenly aware of my actions, and certain that this person must have heard me. I am even more convinced when the mystery man hastily exits the restroom. What have I done? I think that I’m about to be fired for certain, and I straighten up and try to slink out of the bathroom without attracting any attention.

Of course, as I try to quietly exit the restroom, I almost run over a large group of my co-workers who all seem to take notice of my flushed appearance. I can’t look them in the eye, so I slink back to my office and try to concentrate on work. 5:00pm can’t come soon enough, and I waste no time getting home after a totally useless Monday where I got absolutely nothing accomplished.

Arriving home I find myself questioning my desires. Sure my cock is rock hard, and has been all day, but do I really want to risk everything in order to become a sex slave for two people that I only met a few days prior? My cock screams yes, but my mind still has doubts.

Fortunately when I arrive home there is a familiar RV waiting in the apartment parking lot. I don’t know how to react, and finally I decide to unlock my front door. No sooner do I enter my home than the telephone starts to ring.

My hands are shaking when I answer—it’s Mistress Denise, my new owner. She tells me to strip and unlock the door and I find that I am unable to disobey her command.

And so I find myself with my face buried in Mistress Denise’s crotch as she asks me how my day was. I answer truthfully as Master Bill plows into me from behind, and I am once again resolved to become their perfect sissy-slut. I tell them of my weakness in the bathroom stall, and Mistress Denise takes my face in her hand and says not to worry. That she will show me the way to becoming what I truly want to become. Then she shoves my mouth back against her vagina and rides me to several more orgasms.

When everything has calmed down, Mistress asks me if I trust her. I truthfully answer in the affirmative, and she says that she has a way to help me with my wavering commitment. She will hypnotize me, and I am so aroused by the idea that I immediately ejaculate all over her without any manual stimulation.

Mistress smiles at me and I am certain that I have made the right choice to be her sissy slut. That’s all that I remember from Monday night, although my aching muscles on Tuesday morning tell me that a lot more happened before the evening was finished.

As I said, I woke on Tuesday morning and couldn’t remember anything. I couldn’t recall the past weekend, and I didn’t know why my body was completely shaved, or why my toenails and fingernails were painted bright red. I had no recollection of the padlock that was firmly placed around my testicles, or why I had large gold earrings hanging out of my ears. Sure, it was strange, but it I didn’t have time to figure out what had happened as I was running late for work.

So I quickly showered, rammed a butt plug up my ass and put on my panties, bra and pantyhose and headed off to work. It wasn’t until I was halfway to work when I realized that the butt plug, bra and pantyhose were new developments. I didn’t know what was going on, but I found that I couldn’t, and didn’t want to change a thing.

Walking into my office, I got a lot of funny looks from my co-workers, but I dismissed them and set to work on the project that was due on Friday.

I found that I was able to more fully concentrate on my task with the plug pressing against my prostrate, and I had almost finished when my boss came into my office and shut the door behind him. He looked at me for a moment before adopting a boss-face and asking about my questionable behavior lately.

Honestly, I didn’t have any idea what he was talking about. So what if I had taken to wearing big hoop earrings? That was nothing in comparison to what I was wearing underneath my business suit—and I rose and began to strip in order to prove my point.

Mr. Peters, my boss, was dumbstruck. He stood there speechless as I explained that I was a sissy slut, and hoped to soon become a full-fledged woman. And then, as if to prove my point, I found myself compelled to reach forward and fish his cock out of his pants. I put on quite a show, slurping up and down on his fully erect member before he rewarded me with a mouthful of cum. I looked up and gave him my very best porn star smile as his cum dripped out of the corners of my mouth.

And then I suddenly awoke from my hypnotic state, but by then it was too late. I couldn’t look him in the eye as I apologized for my actions. Ashamed and confused, I promised that I resign and never return.

To my surprise, Mr. Peters just smiled and said that my resignation wouldn’t be necessary. Indeed, he had a few changes in store for me, and he said that he had received a very interesting phone call from my new owners, and that he had their permission to continue my sexual training while at work.

And so I followed my new master to his office where I spent the rest of the day crouched under his desk, slurping greedily on his cock. I didn’t stop for conference calls or even an important staff meeting, and was pleased to find that my mouth never once tired of bobbing up and down on Mr. Peter’s impressive erection. That was one of the benefits of my hypnosis, and I found that my mouth only got sore when it wasn’t full of hard cock.

My only displeasure was found in the fact that Mr. Peters never threw me across his desk gave me the fucking that my twitching asshole was begging for. Trust me, I repeatedly begged him to rape me, but he just smiled and said that it wasn’t part of the agreement that he had with my new owners.

Finally, 5:00 came and my work master zipped up his pants and said that he was looking forward to the day that I would become his personal secretary. And then he dragged me out into the lobby and made a big show as he abruptly fired me for my newly wanton behavior.

I was in complete shock, and as I tried to slink away, I found that my car had disappeared. I thought to call the police, but as I stood in the parking lot, I found myself stripping down to by bra and panties and I knew that the police wouldn’t take my story of car theft seriously.

I was completely lost, and I started to cry, half-naked in front of my office building. I didn’t know what to do, and I can’t begin to describe my relief when I saw a familiar RV awaiting me in the parking lot. I streaked over to it, and begged, pleading to be allowed inside before office security found this half-naked sissy in the parking lot.

Finally, Mistress Denise opened the door and allowed me into the safety of her RV. I was so relieved that I immediately set about licking her crotch, and she laughed and asked how my day at work had been. I told her what had happened, and she laughed some more and said that my experiences as her sissy slut were just beginning.

After several hours of my best efforts to please Mistress, she finally threw me to the floor and said that it was time to go home. She drove me to my apartment, and I was amazed to find that all my furniture and belongings had been packed up and removed. The apartment was completely bare except for a tarp that had been thrown on the ground. There lies Master Don naked on the tarp, and his jutting erection tells me that he has been waiting for my return.

My eyes glazed over, and I quickly set about sucking him off. It didn’t take long, and when I was finished, and then I found that there were three other men waiting for me, and I spent the night rotating from cock to cock to cock to cock. All the while, mistress Denise looked on in approval, and occasionally took a picture or two of me being impaled from both ends by these horny men that I had never met before. She also took care to shave me and always injected me with a dose of female hormones while I was blissfully sucking down a load of Master Don’s tasty cum.

When the evening finally wore down, I found myself shacked and left to wait in the closet until I was needed again. Without any sleep, I was needed again at 4am, when Mr. Peters showed up and shot a load of cum down my throat. When he was satiated, he dragged me by my balls out to his car. I was shoved into his trunk, and we then drove into what had formerly been my office. It was too early to be seen by security, but I still felt exposed as I was dragged naked into Mr. Peter’s office, shoved under his desk, and left there to suck on his cock until the 5 o’clock whistle sounded.

Then I was returned to my apartment for a night of cock-sucking, pussy servicing, shaving, and hormone injections. This was the pattern throughout the remainder of the week, and I did find myself losing my erections while my nipples started to painfully swell. It was Friday night when I realized that very soon, I too would become a Wendy-whore sex slave.

Indeed, I soon found myself boarding an airplane on Friday night, bound for Mexico City. I arrived without any idea where I was, or who was going to pick me up. Too my great relief, a mysterious man arrived and with just a simple hand gesture, I found myself blindly following him. Before the night was over, I had been transformed into a sissy sex slave, and I was working as a prostitute in Ciudad de Mexico—available to anybody who had enough money to pay for his or her kinkiest fantasies.

I spent seven months in Mexico. Each day I underwent an electrolysis treatment, permanent makeup tattooing and a rigorous body shaping exercise regimen. And each night I received a hormone injection and gallons of cum from horny Mexicans and American tourists. By the end of the seven months, my penis had shrunk to nothing, my breasts had grown substantially and it was impossible to tell that I had even been a man.

Then one day I was suddenly informed that I had earned enough money to complete my transformation. I was taken to a hospital, and I received breast implants, facial reconstruction surgery and I was castrated (although they left my penis intact). I spent a few days healing, and then I was shipped back to the United States. I had some trouble at the border, as my passport said male, but by this time I was obviously a female. A quick blowjob to a Mexican border official soon took care of the problem, and I found myself back in the US, a sexy female awaiting Master Don and Mistress Denise’s instructions.

And that is my story in a nutshell.

I got drunk one night and less than a year later I woke up to find that I had been surgically and mentally transformed into a complete sissy slut. I now work days for Mr. Peters as his ever-so-compliant secretary. Occasionally, I accompany his clients for an evening of pleasure, but most of the time I spend my nights in Dallas as "Sissy Sue" on the internet. And every once and a while, I get to meet up with Wendy-whore, and we put on quite a show for her subscribers.

Maybe you’ve seen our pictures, or maybe you’ve even been one of the countless men who have stopped by and allowed me the great pleasure of sucking down a load of your cum. If that’s the case, then I thank you, as I am happier now as Sissy Sue then I ever was as, , ,

I can’t even recall my male name before I was turned into the sissy slut that I am today.

 

I hope you enjoyed my story,

Love and blowjobs;

Sissy Sue.

 

 

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