Authors Note: This story is written as a fantasy, yet as all fiction must be, it has its basis in reality. The story line is a combination of past events that actually have happened to me, combined with a few events that I wish would occur. Therefore all characters in the story are fictitious, and it is a fantasy account . . . not to be confused with reality, which can be dangerous.

ALL of the images are composed and contrived by myself. The idea was to see how many different situations can be contrived using just one source file. In composing these images, I selected ONLY digital images that are in the public domain, and I've been extremely careful not to infringe on anyone's copywrite. I do want to thank those unnamed people who posted these images, whoever they are.

  

Being Victor's Sissy

by Paula Pink

  

NEW HORIZONS

And so it started. I no longer concerned myself with the question of whether I was queer, gay, bi, whatever. That had now been decided in quite intense fashion. I no longer needed convincing. I also didn't spend any more time wondering if Victor was gay or not. He obviously was enjoying his contact with me, and sincerely supported us continuing to play. But was he really gay as well? I didn't care.

All I cared about was getting as much fun out of this arrangement as I could. I was Victor's sissy. His cocksucker. His fairy. The house faggot. Paula. And I loved every bit of it, and Victor knew it.

I would eagerly look forward to the evenings, waiting in the living room for him to stroll in after work. I would always be naked, but sometimes Victor would tell me to choose a sissy outfit and wear that when he came in. At first, I would be standing near the couch, demurely waiting for him to come in. But sometimes I would wait on my knees at the door, naked, wanting to be in position just in case he felt like a blow job immediately after entering the house.

I absolutely fell in love with my new home life style, but it took some time getting used to a few things. Victor's insisted that I either be naked or wearing something frilly and revealing took some time getting used to. I would normally wear comfy sweats or short and t-shirt whenever I was at home, so I had to adjust a little. Very little, as it turned out. In a reasonably short time I learned to love prancing around naked, or slinking around in lingerie.

Changing my physical appearance also took a little adjustment. Always wearing a sweet smelling perfume, plucking my eye brows, starting to do home beauty treatments for my skin, all of it was a bit awkward at first. I was on a fairly steep learning curve, but it was worth it whenever Victor would comment on my make up, outfit or even the feminine way I would swish around the house.

Plucking my eyebrows into a soft, feminine arch was hard to do right. It took me three tries at it to get it to Victor's satisfaction, and when I was done I looked at myself in the mirror in amazement. It was hard to believe, but I looked SO much better this way!

I managed to keep my professional contacts and free lance accounts going, working on them at home during the day. When I had to 'go male' in order to meet a client, it became a real effort. My self model had completely changed. I went from being a male and femming up to play, to being a sissy, effeminate male who donned male persona to deal with the outside world. And after I finished doing whatever it was I had to do, as soon as it was possible I was back into my frilly maids apron or just simply getting naked and getting my make up on.

And I had Victor to thank for it, actually, and I knew it. As the days became weeks, I became more and more effeminate, and as my progression into the sissified world continued I became happier and happier. This was working out great, and I went out of my way to make sure Victor received my show of gratitude as often as I could contrive.

Usually that meant blowing him, and I simply couldn't get enough of that! Most evenings would find Victor relaxed and leaning back on the couch in his bathrobe, and with me sitting between his legs sucking his beautiful penis. But it also included opportunities to give him a massage, washing him in the shower and drying him off like a chambermaid, whatever Victor desired. I guess in a way I had become his slave, but it didn't feel forced. I wanted to serve and service him.

After dinner, which I always had ready for him when he got home, we would retire to the living room to play and relax. The thought occurred to me that a real woman would find my subservience revolting, but I was happy. I would always wear my maid's apron when I pranced around the kitchen, and when Victor would eat, I would sit docile at his side, playing with my always stiff weenie. Or I would stand naked behind him and massage his shoulders. But if my hands weren't busy with something else, Victor demanded that they be busy twiddling my little sissy dick.

But when we got to the evening, Victor would just like relaxing on the couch, while I lovingly fellated him. He would usually come in my mouth once in the first hour, but I would keep his soft dick in my mouth until he would inevitably harden again, and he would shoot his second load into my waiting mouth. I began to love the taste of his semen as if it were a favorite desert treat!

Once he had orgasmed, it was usually my turn. Victor would sit patiently, sipping his wine or soft drink and watch intently as I would lie at his feet and stroke myself to a usually very intense orgasm of my own. I would always thrash around, moaning in a feminine, breathless pant until I would cum with a girlish squeal. And then when I would recover my senses, clean it up by licking up every single drop of my cum.

I would then return to my place on the floor between his legs and begin to fondle, lick and caress his cock and balls again. Sometimes he instructed me to just sit there with his hairy balls in my mouth, gently sucking them. Occasionally Victor would instruct me to lay on the couch next to him, his cock in my mouth and he would gently but energetically fuck my lips.

He always got two blow jobs from me, although I would suck his dick even when getting him to cum was not the object. It became the way I relaxed at night, as any true sissy would want.

It was after he had come in my mouth a second time one night that Victor decided to push my limits some more. It had been a particularly frenetic session, ending with Victor holding me by the sides of my head while he thrust in and out of my lips. He never thrust too deep. He didn't want to gag or hurt me, so he made sure that he just fucked my lips, not my mouth. And when he did that, I always tightened my lip pressure around the pink head pistoning in and out, and making sure I tongued him harder.

Both of us were covered with sweat at the end of this one, so after about five minutes, Victor looked down at me and tapped me on my head, which was my signal that he wanted to talk, and that I would have to release his penis from my mouth. After I kissed it, of course.

"It's hot in here tonight, don't you think, sissy?" he smiled down at me, still breathing a little hard. I nodded in agreement. Along with our frantic sex, it had been a hot night out, as it was now getting to be late summer. Resting my hands on his thighs, I smiled up at him.

"Would Victor like hith thithy to run a bath?" I whispered softly.

Victor thought for a minute. "No," he sighed, "I think a good hot shower will be just as good."

"OK. I'll go and get thome clean towelths for you." I lisped, lovingly kissing his thigh as I got up to my feet. Victor grabbed my hand, getting my attention.

"Bring in a towel of two for you as well, sissy," he said, using his alpha male command voice, which I knew very well by that time. "I want you to shower with me."

And then his expression got mischievous. "Time to raise the bar."

I looked at him, studying his face, a wry smile playing over it. I smiled back my best naughty sissy smile. "OK, Victor!" I cooed, and minced off to prepare the shower.

I was standing in the shower, the hot water running, waiting for Victor to arrive. He always gave me about five minutes to get things going, including setting the water temp just right, laying out towels and the like. Only this time I was being allowed to shower with him, something I usually didn't get to do. The anticipation was gnawing at me, eager to find out what he had meant by 'raising the bar'.

I didn't have long to wait. Victor strolled in, took my hand and pulled me gently into the shower with him. This was where it all started, right in this stall. This is where Victor introduced me to his cock. This was where I became a true sissy. 'Maybe I should erect a monument' I thought to myself, and giggled inwardly, smiling as I joined Victor in the stall. I turned to face him, and Victor looked down at me, a warm expression on his face.

"You've been my sissy now for nearly a month, Paula." he began. "And we've been having a lot of fun. But I think we should continue to try new things, just to keep things interesting." This was a little lost on me; I would have been 'interested' in sucking his cock for the next one hundred years, but said nothing. Victor continued.

"You love my cock, right sissy?" he asked. As if he had to.

"Oh, yeth, Victor! I'm delighted with your beautiful cock. I love it, you know that!" I pushed closer to him, our tummies almost touching, looking up at him and reaching out to encircle his penis with my hand. "I abtholutely TOTALLY love being your thithy, and your cockthucker!"

"So, you'll kiss my cock whenever I say?" he asked.

"Of courth, Victor. Can I kith it right now?" I whispered, gently caressing his cock.

"Maybe you wouldn't want to, sissy. I have to take a piss." he said evenly, watching my reaction carefully with a stern expression.

I stared up at him, my mouth slightly open, unable to think of what to say. So THIS is what he meant by 'raising the bar'! He had alluded to water sports before, but we never did anything beyond that. And I had to admit, it seemed to me the ultimate in submission, kneeling and getting a golden shower from my boy friend.

After about ten seconds of not saying anything, I managed to stammer out my response. "Um . . . I-I'd kith your cock any time, Victor." A coy smile spread over my face. "Anytime."

"Will you hold it for me while I pee?" he asked.

"Thertainly, Victor! I love holding your cock!" I moaned.

"Will you hold it in your mouth while I pee?"

I stopped for a second, fascinated by the mental image I got of that. "Abtholutely!" I whispered.

"Are you sure, sissy? What if I want you to kneel and open your mouth, sissy? Would you do that, knowing that I'll be peeing in your mouth? Would you like that?"

I stared directly into his eyes, full confidence covering my expression. "Victor," I began softly but steadily. "I'm your thithy. Being Victor's thithy hath become very, very important to me. You've liberated me from a prithon of my own devise. And I am tremendously grateful to you for that!"

I went on. "Becauth of that, Victor." I went on. "This thithy intendth to make thure you know that I am grateful for helping me discover who I am, and what I am. You have no idea of how wonderful I have found the lath four weekth!" I really had this lisping thing down!

I continued looking Victor directly in the eyes, never blinking. "Victor," I cooed softly, "I abtholutely adore your cock, and anything that comth out of it. I will thuck anything out of your cock. I love your cock, and conthider mythelf a lucky thithy to be able to have it in my mouth!"

Victor smiled down at me warmly. "Kneel, sissy." he commanded.

"Yeth, Victor." I smiled at him, sinking to my knees.

I knelt at his feet, an eager smile adorning my face. Victor looked down at me, a hint of uncertainty still haunting his expression. I decided to ease his plight.

"I'm ready, Victor. Pleath pith in my mouth?" I cooed. I didn't know if I was going to like this, and if it turned out badly, I knew I could always stop it. Victor had told me that if we went too far, to simply tell him. This might be one of those times, but I really doubted it. I had fantasized about this very thing for years, but never had the nerve or the clear cut opportunity to try it. Now that I'd come this far, I didn't want to falter now.

"OK, sissy, but let's do this right. You can show me how much you love my cock by kissing it, and don't stop. Not till I tell you. No matter what." Victor said, now assuming his alpha male voice again.

I merely whispered "Yeth, Victor." and leaned forward to kiss the tip of his penis. I planted the first kiss right on the tip, right on the pee hole, and continued to kiss and lick him there.

"Hold it for me, sissy. Show me how much you enjoy this." Victor directed. I reached up with my right hand and encircled that lovely girth, now realizing that I was the one pointing his dick at my own mouth, as I continued to kiss and lick the tip.

It started out as a trickle, and a few short spurts, and then the stream started, splashing and flowing down my lips and cheeks as I continued kissing it. Then I looked up into Victors eyes, opened my mouth and slipped his cockhead into my mouth, clamping my lips around it.

My mouth instantly filled with his salty urine, and I swallowed as fast as I could. The instant I had swallowed, I could feel my mouth filling up again, so I began swallowing as quickly as I could. The taste was pungent and salty, but not as rank as I thought. I was surprised. I did gag a little, but that was more about the amount than the taste. I was so busy swallowing, in fact, I didn't really concentrate on how it tasted!

But what did suddenly hit me was that I had really officially become a cock slut. My lover had asked me to prove this by demanding that I drink his pee, and here I was, on my knees, sucking it out of his penis. I really was a true gay slut, and I warmed to the notion.

Gradually the stream slowed, until I was kneeling there on the shower stall, trying to catch my breath, but not letting that magnificent man meat out of my mouth. I gently suckled the remainder of his pee out of his dick, and began to feel it harden in my mouth. Amazing. Twenty minutes ago I had blown him to a riotously energetic orgasm, and here he was getting stiff again. I considered myself, at that moment, the luckiest sissy in the universe.

"How'd you like that, sissy? Did you enjoy that?" Victor was looking at me, a hint of concern on his face. He really didn't want me to do anything that would hurt, or something I couldn't stand. I let his prick slip out from between my lips, swallowed one more time and looked up at him.

"I'm fine, Victor. It wath OK." I smiled up at him.

""Are you telling the truth, sissy? Did you really enjoy that?" Victor had returned to his alpha male voice.

"Victor'" I said. "I told you that I love your cock, and anything that comth out of it. Thithy loved it." And then I added "It wath a little rank, though." and kind of made a face. Victor grinned.

"That's OK, sissy. I wanted us to try this, see if you could do it. If you want to do it again, tell me, Deal?" he asked?

"Abtholutely, Victor." I said, smiling coyly back up at him. "But I meant it. If it comth out of your cock, I'll thuck it!" To drive home the point, I returned to the tip of his penis and continued to lick the tip.

Victor just smiled. "OK.sissy, your call. Now, let's soap up, hmmm?"

This started a new game for us to play. We didn't do it often, but every once in a while I would remind Victor how much I enjoyed our kinky little shower game, and then would wink at him. Victor would smile, and start drinking water. Inevitably the pressure would build, and he would say "Sissy. Pee." And I would drop to my knees, lock my lips around his cock head and drain him.

I did that twice in the kitchen, with him leaning back against the counter, and twice in the living room, with him reclined on the couch. I became very good at being his pee drinker. I didn't spill a drop.

But part of that was I didn't want to clean it up if I missed!

  

  

  

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