If there's a better way for a sissy to wake up than in the loving arms of her Mistress, I don't know what it is. I think I passed out last night from sheer exhaustion after we got home from our Friday night shopping trip. About all I remember after I sucked all those cocks in the glory hole room is Mistress slipping me into one of my new nighties before she cuddled me to sleep.
It was so exciting last night, getting dressed up all by myself for my first shopping trip to Victoria's Secret. But silly me, I should have known when Mistress took me in the shower and gave me a drink of her golden nectar, she had a lot more planned than that.
After buttering me up by taking me to Victoria's Secret, my bimbo-brain didn't know what hit it when Mistress told me she was taking me to get my nipples pierced. My apprehension about it faded away when she told me my reward would be a trip to the glory hole room at Adult World. Mistress knew I'd be easy to manipulate after depriving me of cock for two weeks.
So this morning, I'm waking up with silver rings permanently dangling from my nipples. If my stupid bimbo-brain had read the consent forms I signed before I was sedated, I would have known that Mistress was also having my navel pierced and fitted with a sapphire belly ring. I might have also asked why I was consenting to have a saline solution injected under and around my nipples to temporarily enlarge my breasts enough to fill a double-A bra.
I might have known all those things, if I had only read what I was signing. But it wouldn't have mattered, even if I did know, because I would have consented to it all anyway. Mistress makes all those decisions for me, always taking me a step farther than I thought I would go. She cleverly thinks everything out ahead of time, so I don't have to.
All I have to do… is everything she says.
Snuggling me with her naked body is a pleasant reminder of how sweetly she loved me last night. The soft palm of her hand smooths around my waist as she presses her tits into my back. I automatically arch backwards as she lets out a soft moan and kisses the back of my neck.
"Morning… pretty sissy," she softly whispers.
"Mmmm…" I hum.
"How do your pumped-up titties feel this morning?" she giggles.
"My titties feel nice," I say as my fingers creep under my bra, "but my piercings are still sore."
"I think you'll come to love your nipple rings after the soreness goes away in a few days."
"I already do love 'em. I love my belly ring, too. I don't know why I resisted it at first. I should have just accepted that you always make the best decisions on my behalf."
"Honey, that's just a natural reaction. Male hormones make sissies resist certain things, but the pills usually take care of that."
I was so out of it last night when we left the tattoo studio, I barely remember Cheryl giving Mistress a bottle of pills I was supposed to take. I guess I thought they were pain pills.
"What kind of pills are they?"
"Just a mild steroid to stop your body from making so much testosterone. There's no need for a sissy to know exactly what she's taking, so we'll just call them your sissy pills. Since the testosterone is making you resist me sometimes, as the pills bring your levels down, you'll naturally become more receptive to me."
"They're not estrogen pills, are they?" I frown.
"No baby, I'm not putting you estrogen. If I think you need it, I might give you an over-the-counter estrogen supplement in a few months, but for now, the sissy pills are all you need. They'll make you less of a man, but more of a sissy. And that's what you really want, isn't it…? To be less of a man?"
"I suck as a man. Sometimes I wish I was born female instead of male."
"Well, you can't do anything about that. And you weren't born male, you were born sissy. In a year or so, if you feel like you want to become more female, I know a doctor in San Francisco we can talk to about transitioning.
"For now, darling, just learn to love yourself as a sissy, because I think that's what you truly are. Once we get those horrid male hormones under control, it'll be easier for you to accept the changes I've been hinting about."
"More changes…? What kind of changes?"
"Listen to you…" Mistress laughs, "your primitive male hormones are already trying to resist me, even though you know you can't. I'm surprised your little bimbo-brain hasn't already figured out that changes are coming."
"What do you mean?"
"What's on your wrists and ankles?"
"Cuffs."
"And what have the sissies been doing in the videos we've been watching lately?"
"Wearing cuffs and getting tied up."
"Well, there you go. Figure it out. You wanna have some fun with those cuffs?"
"I always wanna have fun with you."
"I haven't fucked my sissy in a while, so why don't you take off your panties and bra, but leave your nightie on," Mistress giggles as she gets up to leave me alone in my bedroom. "I'll be right back!"
Knowing I'm about to be fucked with Mistress's strap-on gets me excited as I raise my ass to take off my panties. I remember back to when it used to humiliate me when she'd take me like that, but now I love submitting to her. I wish she'd do me every night.
As I sit up to unhook my bra, I hear the toilet flushing in the bathroom. Mistress just peed, and I think I better go too before we get into it. The air drafting up my short nightie feels wonderful as I trot into the bathroom to take care of nature's call.
The moment I turn on the light, I'm immediately stunned by my reflection in the mirror. From the side, my breasts are actually giving me a female figure. Of course, they're barely noticeable, and I know they'll dissolve away in a few days; but I know they're there, and I feel hotter than fuck.
I'm in awe of myself, gazing at my pumped-up titties as I lift my nightie to get my first frontal look at my nipple rings and the beautiful sapphire jewel that now adorns my belly. I can't believe how my piercings and the small mounds around my nipples completely change the gender look of my body.
"Like what you see?" Mistress startles me as she comes into the bathroom with her eight-inch dildo strapped around her waist.
"Look at my hot bitch in the mirror, Mandy. That's you, girl. Can't you just imagine how fucking hot you're gonna be when we grow your hair down to your ass?"
"Oh… fuck," I shudder, "that would be hot, but I'll never get away with long hair in the real world."
She steps behind me, humping her rubber dick between my legs and lightly tapping her fingertips around my still sore, but very sensitive nipples.
"You never know what might happen," she softly whispers in my ear.
Brushing her nipples side-to-side across my back, she again whispers, "A hot bitch like you… just might want to…"
She leaves me hanging on the words, 'just might want to', knowing that my bimbo-brain will go into overdrive conjuring up all sorts of things I just might want to do. She blows lightly into my ear as I stare into the mirror, watching my Mistress seduce me.
"Do you even realize…? How… fucking… hot…? You are…?"
My little clitty, so desperately needing an orgasm, instantly swells to fill its plastic prison as I shudder to the electricity of Mistress's words. Her wet tongue fluttering around my ear gives me shivers as my head falls back on her shoulder.
I don't even notice her hands smoothing down my arms and clutching onto my wrists. She knows how to control me, knows I've been reduced to a ball of putty. She knows I won't resist having my wrists pulled behind my back.
I forgot about the cuffs around my wrists, until I hear a 'click', but I don't mind that she's locked my wrists together. I know I'm always safe with my Mistress.
"There may come a time…" she whispers again, "when you might want to leave the real world. You know, the only reason I didn't have Cheryl pierce your ears yesterday, was because Mistress has to keep her sissy safe from getting outed in the real world before she decides the time is right to take her full-time.
"Did you come in here to pee?"
"Oh yeah," I giggle, "I guess I did."
"You better do it then, before you dribble down your leg. You can give my strap-on a blow job while you're tinkling."
It takes me a while to empty my bladder with my wrists bound and my cock all caged up, so as I'm sitting on the pot, Mistress goes into my bedroom and comes back with my brunette wig.
"You haven't been a brunette since I bought you that blonde wig," Mistress says as I take her rubber dick into my mouth. "Sherry likes you better as a blonde, but I think you look sluttier as a brunette."
I take my mouth off the dildo to say, "Why hasn't Sherry been around much lately? I only see her in the mornings, before I go to work."
Mistress shoves the dildo back in my mouth as she tells me, "Sherry needs this time away from you. She's become a hot wife, and she needs her freedom right now. It's good for us, though, because we also need this time together as we're bonding together as one. You do realize that a married sissy, by her nature, must be more married to her Mistress than she is to her wife, don't you?"
I can't speak with my mouth full of dildo, so I just nod my head 'yes' as she forces more rubber dick into my mouth.
"When Sherry takes you with her on her date tonight, you'll see how much she's grown. You'll see that she was meant to be a hot wife, while you, on the other hand, were meant to be a sub.
"When we start going to sex parties, you'll be known as my sub, and she'll be known as a hot wife. She'll be free to have sex with anyone she wants, while you'll be having sex with whoever I choose for you."
Seeing that I'm finished with my pee, Mistress helps me to my feet and gives me the longest, loving hug. I'm feeling sadness in the fact that Sherry and I will never again have the same relationship we had before Brenda came into our lives.
Mistress senses my sadness. Putting her arm around me, she holds me close as we walk towards my bedroom. "Are you troubled by what I just told you?" she asks.
"A little," I tearfully say, "Since Sherry's a hot wife now, I'm afraid I might be losing her."
Mandy, darling," Mistress takes me tightly into her arms, "you have no idea how much that girl is in love with you. If Sherry was ever going to leave you, she would have done it years ago, when she found out that useless prick of yours couldn't get her pregnant, let alone satisfy a woman's natural desire for cock. But she's stuck by your side, because she loves the kind, sensitive person you are, in spite of that midget-dick you have.
"She's changed so much, and so have you. You've never seen what a slut she is with another man, and she's never seen how fucking hot and sexy you are with a cock in your mouth or in your ass.
"That's why I wanted her to take you with her tonight. You both need to see how the other has grown. Once you kids see how sexual you've become, you can start growing together again, and be the most important part of each other's sex life, just like it was always supposed to be.
"Does that make sense to you, sweetheart?"
"Yeah, I think it does. So… we can each have our separate sex lives, and still have a great sex life together?"
"Yes, baby. In a polyamorous marriage, the two lovers give each other the freedom to have multiple sex partners on the side, and still have a lovely sex life with each other in their marriage."
"Wow… everything's starting to make sense."
"Well, don't try to make too much sense of it, or your bimbo-brain will blow a fuse. Just let things flow naturally as you get to know each other again.
"Now… bitch… how about flowing your sissy ass into the bedroom. My strap-on needs to be in your butt!"
"Yes Ma'am…!" I giggle as Mistress pinches my ass and takes me into the bedroom.
~~~~~
The moment I step through my bedroom door, I see a fancy, treasure chest-looking box on the floor next to the bed. Mistress must have brought it in while I was in the bathroom, admiring myself. Standing behind me, she puts her hands on my shoulders and forces me down to my knees, facing the bed.
"So… my little bitch… do you think you're ready to experience some of the changes I've been hinting were coming?"
"I think so, Mistress," I consent, but with some trepidation in my voice.
"You no doubt noticed my toy box when we came?" she asks, pointing at the leather-covered chest on the floor.
"Yes, Mistress. How could I have missed it?"
"Do you have any idea what's in my box?"
"Toys?"
"I prefer to call them tools. Tools to help you become a better sissy. Tools to give you more pleasure than you've ever thought possible, although at times, you probably won't think so."
I turn my head to see her reaching into the box and pulling out a thick leather collar at least three inches wide, with D-rings attached all around it. When she buckles it around my neck, although it's padded and quite comfortable, the width of it restricts me from moving my head very much.
With my wrists already locked behind my back, I dare not tell Mistress that I'm already starting to freak out. Turns out she already knows I'm starting to freak.
"Does the collar scare you, honey?" she asks, purposely letting me know that I can't hide anything from her.
"A little," I have to admit. I know lying to her would have consequences.
"It's supposed to scare you a teeny bit, babe. The purpose of bondage is to free you from your fears. In this new game, Mandy, always trust me, but never resist me. Trust that you are always safe with me, but know that any resistance will be punished. Is that clear?"
I nod my head, 'yes', but the collar restricts me from nodding very much.
SWAT!
Mistress slaps my ass hard. "Is that CLEAR?" she shouts.
"Yes, Mistress!"
"Good. When I ask you a fucking question, I don't want some wimpy-ass head movement, I expect a fucking answer!"
She gets something else out her box, but since my ass is stinging from the single swat she just gave me, I dare not turn my head to see what it is. She dangles a gag in front of my face, but it's not just any gag. No, it has to be a penis gag, a thick, four-inch silicone dick attached to an elastic band.
She holds it up to my mouth. "You want this, don't you?" she asks, but it's more of a statement than a question.
"Yes," I tell her, afraid to say anything else.
She forcefully shoves the penis into my mouth and stretches the elastic band around my head to secure it in place.
"Of course, darling," she laughs, "I won't expect you to talk with your mouth full."
'How nice of her', I sarcastically think to myself.
Before I can even think about the rubber dick in my mouth, she puts a satin blindfold over my eyes, and my world suddenly goes completely dark. The realization that my body is now completely at her disposal causes my heart to beat rapidly.
"Get up on the bed for me, darling," she asks in a soft, yet commanding tone of voice.
Blindfolded and gagged, with my wrists locked behind me, I struggle to get to my feet. I try to lift my left leg to get at least one foot on the floor, but I completely lose my balance and fall sideways onto the floor. Mistress laughs as I struggle helplessly for a few minutes before helping me to my feet.
"Do you see how pathetically weak you are?" she snickers. "I told you, your wimp-ass body is nowhere near sissy shape. That's why you're going to be working out every day with the videos I bought for you."
She bends me over the bed with my feet on the floor, my head on the bed, and my ass in a most vulnerable position. I hear her fumbling around in her box. I have no idea what's in there, but I know there's probably a lot. My sissy brain is getting excited, knowing she's about to tease me, but not knowing how.
Another cuff is placed around each leg just above my knee, followed by a squirt of lube at the top of my crack. My clitty pulses with anticipation as gravity pulls the slippery liquid towards my hole. She starts running her hands up and down my thighs, first one, then the other. It feels exquisite.
Another generous squirt of lube along my crack is followed by the sound of a vibrator. My body starts writhing back and forth as she runs the vibrator up and down between my legs. I want it so badly when I feel the point of the vibrator teasing around my hole.
'Yes…!' I think to myself.
My sissy brain silently screams as my sphincter opens to the invading toy. I'm moaning into my gag, biting into the silicone penis as she shoves that delightful thing all the way up my ass. I'm wanting her to start pumping me with her vibrating fuck stick, but instead, she presses her knee against my butt to hold it in place.