The Collection! (Sissy, Femdom, and whatever)

[TheConfusedOne]

Hello everyone!

This is a story thread I have decided to make to express all my fantasies and stories that i have thought of over the years. If one story is too long then it will be posted in a separate thread or my blog.

Little bit about me
I am an 18 year old, male, curious sissy. I am still currently in high school, going into my senior year in September. I first experimented with anal after finding a curiosity with shemale porn. After finding that anal was a stimulation I enjoyed, I became more and more indulged into activities such as wearing panties while I pleasured myself and doing "fap roulettes". Fap roulettes are pictures with different combination. you use a random number generator to determine what you do (basically a dice-dare). Usually involving Preparation (dress-up), Anal, Misc, and then a Finish. I later found getDare and have been quietly reading the forums without really making myself known. Recently I have been reading sissy comics and experimenting more and more. My only trouble is that I am scared of social suicide and revealing myself as a sissy would do that. Also the embarrassment would kill me. Don't get me wrong, I love doing "things" with the ladies, where as being a sissy is my secret indulgence that I might participate IRL depending on the situation. So here I am, to write my stories and write down what flows through my head to hopefully entertain others

Like i said I am a sissy submissive and I enjoy being dominated by both sexes, although preferably female.

In absolutely no way am I a writer or poet, but I do have a creative mind. So here we go, the first of many.
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Master Wants It Now

A 23 year old sissy once lived a peaceful life. Indulging in his fetish when he wanted. Going online to participate in chat rooms with horny dominants in order to satisfy himself. Commonly he would be on chat rooms and ask for requests. Others in the rooms would tell him to dress up in slutty outfits, take pictures, tie himself up, anally toy himself, and even wedgies.

The sissy enjoyed his lifestyle. Always repeating the cycle of endless pleasurably torture, all to satisfy a need which he could not express to anyone else in real life. His virtual life remained separated from his real life.

In the sissies real life he worked at a large business firm, sorting papers, filing papers, of and of course doing paper work. It was a simple life, he had no complaints. It provided food for himself, it paid his mortgage, and it even paid for his toys that he used a night time. Yet of course, this would not be a story, unless that all changed.

One day the sissy was contacted by a member of the online chat rooms. The member emailed the sissy with the following.

Hello SissySlave123,

I have found that over the time I have spent on chatroom.com I have grown fond of your body and slave tendencies. I am curious if you would be interested in a long term, slave/ master relationship. I am 42 years old, military vet, currently working for....

What followed was just a breif bio of the maser, which was unimportant
The sissy emailed the man back and they agreed to meet and discuss a possible relationship. The sissy was told to wear a sexy outfit, wig, and makeup.

The sissy had never gone out in public wearing the cloths. Yet, so intrigued by this email he decided that nobody would recognize him anyways.

On the day of the meeting, the sissy got dress. He put on his red laced panties, red C-cup bra and pads, a white miniskirt, and blue cut-off shirt that revealed his stomach, shaved and smooth, like any real girl. He did not need a wig, since his long brown hair was always long. He kept it about 3 inches past his shoulders. The sissy was also quite slender, only 160lbs and 5'11''. This gave him a very girlish form. After putting on his 3'' blue heals, the sissy set out to meet his hopefully future master.

The meeting place was a small restaurant 3 miles from the sissy's house. He walked there and sat at a round table, closest to the entrance. 10 minutes later a man, approximately 6 foot 4 inches tall sat down. He was broad shouldered and probably weighed about 220-240lbs. He was muscular as well and had a short blackish-grey beard. He had short blackish-grey hair and a serious face. He wore a black Metallica shirt and ratty jeans, as well as hiking boots.

After sitting down, the man began to speak.

"Hello sissy, shall we begin by introducing ourselves? I am The Master, and you will not need to know any other names. I am a military veteran and thus reflect its strictness in my dominance. I have been in search of a sissy slave like yourselves for 1 or 2 years now, and I think I have found what I am looking for. If you were to accept my offer, you would be my full slave. You would be my slave in the house and outside the house. You will dress in slutty/girly clothing at all times. If you are not being fucked by myself or a friend of mine, then you should be doing work around my house or running errands for me. I am to use you whenever I feel like it, and you are to obey my every command. Seeing how you do just about everything for strangers online, I see no problem with obeying commands for someone who you will get to know. Now what is your name, and do you accept?"

"Uh...."

"We do not have all day now sissy, your name..."

"My legal name is Steven Brickle, but..."

"Your new name is Stephanie and you shall have no last name."

"Uh, yes sir. I would love to be your slave, but what will happen to my belongings? My job?"

"Your belongings, including your house and car will be sold to help me support you and to buy your new clothing, and toys. Your first task is to walk into you place of business and quit your job. Then return to my house at 12333 Walker St."

"Yes master"

Stephanie as she was now called had officially become a sissy slave. Her master, although unfamiliar to her now, would hopefully treat her right. She was not allowed belongings. She existed only to please her master now. Stephanie walked into her business, seeing the secretary, Pam, as she always did before. He walked right into his bosses office.

"Mr. Wriggles, I quit my job."

"Uhm, who exactly are you."

"I am Stev... Stephanie and I quit."

With that he walked out, never to see the faces of his co-workers again. He headed o his new masters house, excited to see what was in store for him...