The Cuckold Becomes A Sissy:
Trained And Shaved By A Big Black Buck

J.S. Lee

 

Copyright © 2017. All rights reserved.

This is a work of fiction.

All characters are 18 or older.

The pale pink, almost see-through, lacy panties were the prettiest ones he owned and he put his legs through the holes and adjusted them on his hips, he found the matching bra next and found that his hands shook too much to hook it in back. "Turn around, sissy," the Master told him and once again, his fingers were on John's back, the bare skin malleable and yielding to his touch and John's cockette continued to dribble into the panties, soaking them through quickly.

 

"Put on your garter belt," the man instructed and John found the white, satin garter belt with the pink roses, closing it over his belly and turning it around, swallowing hard as he felt his dick bobbing, it seemed the more girl's clothes he put on, the more excited he was becoming.

 

"Put on your stockings," the man's large head nodded to indicate the white, opaque silk stockings that John had shoved into his coat pocket at the lingerie store, his heart leaping out of his chest as he scurried away, wondering what would happen if he were caught shoplifting them. He pulled the lace up first and carefully lined up the seams along the back of his thigh, he looked up at the Master, helpless, he knew he couldn't clip them to the belt.

 

The man made quick work of his belt and tugged and attached the filmy stockings in a minute, turning John quickly by the belt, he manhandled John easily and John whimpered when he felt the fingers on him once more. "Where are your shoes, sissy?" the Master wanted him completely dressed when all John wanted was to undress for him.

 

John sulked to the closet and knelt down, cheeks out in what he hoped was provacative pose, he pulled out the suitcase and brought out the hot pink stilettos that he had hidden away so carefully. They were much higher heels than any he had worn before and as he slid his stockinged toes inside, he felt his ankles tremble. It would be impossible to walk.

 

"Put the black dress on, sissy," the man looked him in the eye and John gasped, how did he know?

 

"What black dress?" his mind raced, it was Andrea's dress and he only wore it when she was gone, it was tight and the silky fabric skimmed over his body in a way that made him breathless with delight and he would stand in front of the mirror and rub his dick back and forth, looking at the hot slut standing before him until he was on the edge of exploding. John would pull the bottom hem up over his thumping erection at the last minute to avoid coating her dress with his release. How did the Master know?

 

His eyes wouldn't stop staring directly into his and John felt as if he could easily hypnotize him like this, "the dress you touch yourself in, sissy, don't play games with me."

 

John looked at the floor and made his way slowly, his ankles shaking with every step, to her side of the closet. He knew exactly where the dress was, he touched it often and closed his eyes, picturing the next time that he would feel it hug his bare skin and he could be the girl that he longed to be. The old familiar tremor of excitement spread down his skin as he pulled the dress over his head and tugged it into place. It barely covered his cheeks and the straps of the garter belt were visible, he looked like a whore in the dress, even if the underwear was virginal.

 

"Now, you're going to learn how to serve me, sissy," the Master pointed at a spot on the floor quite close to his feet, "take off my shoes."

 

John made his way quickly to the place that his Master indicated, the more feminine he looked, the more he wanted to please, slid into his supplicant's position and carefully untied the large shoes, sliding them off one at a time. "Now my socks," John wondered if he would be allowed to undress his Master entirely and the idea went straight to his still erect cock.