Marchio della sissy

What's next?

The evening after meeting my ex-wife:

While I'm under the table licking my master's balls...while he's enjoying the dinner I've served him, every now and then he enjoys throwing some leftover food on the floor. I quickly pick it up with my mouth as I was taught and thank him every time.

Between one bite and the next he says to me... as if it were the most normal thing in the world:

«little faggot.. yesterday you took another step forward on your journey to becoming a real full-time sissy salve.

You came out to your ex-wife and made a clean break with your old life. As a former man, I believe you are ready for the next step.

Oh my God, what's next? I wonder what else I should do. I thought I'd hit rock bottom. Yesterday with my ex.

But I think this is just the beginning.

As I serve him coffee and whiskey, he continues to explain what will happen in the next few days.

«Tomorrow morning I'll take you to an old tattoo artist friend of mine who also runs a sex shop downtown, and I assure you he's a true artist in his field.

I think it's time to brand yourself... as all sissy slaves serving their BBC masters should be. So that you can be immediately recognizable.

“I have several ideas on what to tattoo on that beautiful pale sissy complexion of yours.”

Changing my tone, he says.

«You are not obliged to do it, I leave you free to decide. If you don't feel like it, you are free to take your four rags and disappear from my life.

To me, you're just a slut in heat, an ass and a mouth to dump cum and piss into. I have no problem kicking you out into the street and immediately finding another girl willing to throw herself at my feet."

Then he takes a long break to enjoy his coffee.

"Sissy, I'll give you ten minutes to decide. Go sit on your chair and think it over carefully."

I do as he ordered and sit on my dildo until it disappears completely into my anus.

Sitting on the rubber dick, a thousand thoughts crowd into my confused mind.

Until a few weeks ago I was a very normal person with my work routine, my friends. My life was going on peacefully. Now however it has been turned upside down by this beautiful black master who treats me like a cocksucking whore and makes me feel happy even when he pisses in my mouth.

who can make me do anything just by snapping his fingers, nothing excluded

.. And now I have to decide whether to get tattooed like a beast, probably vulgar and humiliating tattoos. Just because he decided so.

On his whim, to reaffirm his total power over Me.

Good heavens... He wants to brand me like an animal... And something so humiliating and degrading, a tattoo is permanent and forever... No, I can't do that...

With what shred of dignity I thought I had left... I almost found the courage to go before the master. And refuse...

But then, with tears in my eyes, I thought I'd never see him again...not him, nor his wonderful black cock. I can't go back to my old life. I'm a little girl, madly in love with my master, and there's no point in hiding it. My life is no life without him. My true nature is to live as a submissive slave, serving the superior black race.

So defeated and resigned to my fate... I crawled to his feet.. On all fours..

« So sissy what have you decided?

With my eyes downcast and a thread of voice I answer him

"I agree to be branded. I will gladly do all the tattoos you deem necessary."

The master's face lights up with a wicked, satisfied smile.

With one hand he strokes my head like you do with a dog.

"Good girl, sissy, you're really a dog in love with your master, aren't you?"

“Yes sir… I am only happy when I can serve and fulfill your every desire.”

"Great... As a reward tonight before we go out with friends, I'll give you your share of cock. And maybe I'll even let you swallow my cum."

"Thank you, master. It would be a privilege for me."

Then even though the owner didn't allow me to speak, I found the courage to ask what would be tattooed on me. In the end, it's about my body and tattoos that will last forever:

With my head down and in a small voice I ask Jamal:

"Master, may I know what tattoos they'll give me?"

Angry and annoyed by my curiosity, he answers me rudely.

"No!! You can't know shit, it'll be a surprise... you could only choose whether to get tattoos or not. Now that you've accepted, you have no say in anything. I decide how many and where to get them. Got it, bitch?"

"I apologize for my stupid curiosity, master..."

The next morning the master makes me wear one of his favorite outfits... Sexy schoolgirl blue pleated micro skirt transparent blouse tied at the waist white lace hold-ups. 12cm heel

Not too heavy but sexy makeup...collar, cage, and plug-in

Now I have no dignity left, little by little I'm accepting my new life... as a full-time sissy.

with resignation and a little coquetry, once dressed, I show myself to the master to get his approval. I do a little parade up and down the corridor... he makes me spin around a couple of times then he says to me:

"You're a real hottie. Lucy's a real kinky little slut. You'll make a lot of men cum."

Inside I was happy for the master's approval. And looking at myself in the mirror I have to say that I like myself a lot.

I get into his car and we head towards the sex shop...which is located in a rather seedy neighborhood where there are many red light districts, sex shops,

Porn movies, and also many prostitutes and transsexuals, viados. Etc.

Park not far from the shop

"Before going to the tattoo artist, we'll stop at a bar. I want a beer, Lucy."

The bar is very crowded, and as we sit at an outdoor table, I feel everyone's curious gaze fixed on me. I sit down and try to cross my legs, afraid they might see the cage I'm holding between my legs. The owner orders a beer for himself and an ice cream for me.

While I'm licking the ice cream... The owner whispers to me...

"Think of it as my cock, Lucy, lick it slowly... sexy..."

"But Lord, they're all looking at me."

“That’s why… Bitch, make your fans happy.”

I don't know if I'm more embarrassed or excited... I lick the ice cream in the most sensual and dirty way possible, imagining it's the big head of a big black cock...

The smiling owner tells me.

"You're such a slutty little girl."

Then the owner calls the waiter (also black) and asks him to bring the bill.

When he arrives with the receipt... he looks at me and says out loud

"Pay Lucy and leave this guy a nice tip."

I immediately open my bag and take out my wallet. The bill is 20 euros, and I try to give him a 30 euro tip...

"Don't beg, Lucy, and give the boy fifty euros."

“Yes, master, right away.”

The waiter gives a smile of amusement when I call him "master." A white girl paying the bill for a dominant black man. It's quite a funny scene.

We get up and start to leave, passing between the tables. I hear the men's vulgar and amused comments.

"I want a smoke, sissy. Give me a cigarette."

I rummage in my bag, open the package and wait for him to take one.

He puts it in his mouth and I light it with the gold lighter I gave him... We're still a few steps from the bar... The owner, just for fun, never misses an opportunity to humiliate me in public.

He hits me on the arm and knocks the lighter to the ground.

In a loud voice, so that everyone can hear, he says to me:

"What the fuck are you doing, bitch, pick it up right now."

Red with shame and with my gaze downcast, I answer him:

"Forgive me at once, master."

I lean forward with my legs straight and my knees unbent. My miniskirt rises completely, revealing my bare bottom. I'm facing the bar.

And the black dildo in my anus is clearly visible against my white skin.

With his typical wicked perversion... just then, with the remote control in his pants pocket, he activates the dildo's vibration. Taken by surprise, I jump and let out a moan... you can clearly hear the buzzing sound that... the dildo makes.

I wanted to sink into shame...

Swaying in my high heels and with the Big Vibrator turned on in my ass, we finally arrive at the shop. I like the entrance, which is located in a quiet alley... and the owner takes advantage of it.

"You know, Lucy, you made me masturbate a little while ago. Get on your knees and give me a blowjob. I need to let off steam."

I immediately get on my knees, unzip him, and take out his penis.

He's really very excited, his cock is already hard as marble and in a few minutes I can already feel him coming in my throat and then on my face...

Finally, after cleaning it perfectly, I put my still throbbing cock back in my pants.

I go to wash my face and mouth, but my hand stops me and says.

"My friend Quincy isn't getting fit. For a little cum on his face."

We enter the store, which is quite large. There are several display cases displaying all kinds of sex toys, from vibrators of all shapes and sizes, to anal beads, BDSM accessories, handcuffs, collars, whips, clothespins, and much more. There's also a section dedicated to sexy clothing and a tattoo and piercing shop. There's absolutely everything.

There are about ten other customers, almost all men... who are looking through the windows and at the objects on display...

With a pat on the butt the master says to me:

"Give me the leash you have in your little girl's purse."

I quickly search my bag and, after finding it, I pass it to my owner who attaches it to my collar and ties it to a hook on the wall.

"Wait here, I'm going to look for my friend... don't worry, they're used to seeing females on leashes here."

Many of my friends bring their effeminate slaves here to get tattooed."

A few minutes pass and there's no sign of the owner. I continue to feel awkward and uncomfortable, while the other curious customers can't take their eyes off me.

Meanwhile, two of them approach. One of them asks:

"What's she doing here on a leash... honey?"

"I am waiting for my master to return."

"Do you have a master?"

"Yes, I am an effeminate slave, sir."

"Okay, so you're some kind of personal... slave."

“Yes sir, I try to please my master in every way possible.”

Meanwhile the other man reaches out and caresses my butt.

"Lucky your master, you're a really horny little pussy."

"Thank you Lord"

Before leaving one of them tells me

"Listen... maybe someone's calling you because I feel a vibration. Maybe your phone is on vibrate... in your bag."

"Thank you, sir, but I'm not allowed to have a phone."

"Then I don't understand what it could be... Maybe I was wrong..."

I was blushing with shame because I obviously knew that the buzzing I was hearing wasn't that of a cell phone... but rather that of my electrical outlet still turned on.

At that moment I see Jamal returning with another black man... rather burly, dressed in leather pants and a sleeveless leather shirt.

The master introduces me.

"This is Sally, my new sissy, like I told you, I'd like to get some tattoos... show me, Sally."

I obey the master's order and do a couple of turns on myself.

Quincy, the tattoo artist. He looks me up and down.

Then he says:

"Congratulations! Yamal is really cute and already quite horny. With a little work, we'll turn her into a real, super-sexy slut."

"Come on, bring your little whore into my office so you can tell me what's on your mind."

Jamal takes my leash and we head towards the tattoo artist's studio... I follow them with my head down like a puppy.

When we enter the studio, to my great surprise I see that the tattoo artist also has a sissy slave and an effeminate boy/girl who can't be more than twenty-twenty-five years old, very pale skin, wearing a very tight leather bag around his waist that gives him a very sexy Vespa waist, long legs, a high and firm ass, short blonde hair named Milly.

His body is covered in tattoos, many of them decidedly obscene.

Quincy tells his little sister;

"Milly, introduce 'the big one' to my friend's dog. While we men talk."

With a mischievous smile he replies:

"With pleasure, master."

Milly takes my leash and with a tug tells me

"Follow me, whore."

He takes me to a sissy chair like the master's, but with a really huge dildo, at least 28/30 cm long.

With three large rubber spheres of increasing diameter, the last sphere is probably as big as a man's closed fist, with a slightly rounded head

Milly, visibly satisfied, tells me.

"This is the big one, bitch. I'm sure you can't wait to try it."

“My God, the giant just doesn't want me to sit on that monster...”

I was hoping to find some sympathy from Milly, after all we share the same fate, both effeminate slaves, at the service of black masters, the same humiliations, the same punishments... but instead nothing.

Milly, amused by my terrified expression, looks at me and gives me an order.

"Come on, whore... even if your master forces you to walk around practically naked, take off what little you're wearing and bend over."

Resigned and humiliated, I take off my miniskirt, blouse, and hold-ups. I'm naked, with only my cage and butt plug, and as instructed, I bend over. Milly turns behind me, and I feel her take mine.

He inserts it and pulls it out in one motion... after the dildo is inside me and covered in my fluids. Holding it in his hand, he puts it in my mouth. "Clean it up good, slut. You don't want me to make a mess with your shit, do you?"

after putting it in my mouth back and forth about ten times and completely clean.

Then Milly takes a tube of what looks like Vaseline and greases the Big One and, once satisfied, she tells me...

"Okay Sally, it's all yours now."

I know very well that I can't refuse and I approach the stool which fortunately isn't very high, with one hand I point the tip of the dildo towards my sphincter... the tip enters quite well without any problems.

Then suddenly I receive a very strong whip on my bottom, causing me indescribable pain. Selly is holding a leather whip.

And he tells me

«We must count out loud and give thanks

every ball that goes in, you understand, bitch?

With tears in my eyes from the pain of the lashes, I nod in agreement.

And without warning, another lash comes my way.

"You have to answer, bitch, do you understand or not?"

"Yes, ma'am, I understand."

Despite the pain, I push with my body weight to insert the First Sphere…

"One... THANK YOU. With another effort the other one goes in too... TWO... THANK YOU."

Then the third one, despite my efforts, doesn't seem to want to come in...

At that point Selly starts hitting me with a series of increasingly stronger punches.

"Move, sissy, we don't have all day. I'll keep whipping you until you're fully inside."

After nine... ten shots, the third giant rubber ball also enters.

« TREE... THANK YOU...

My anus is incredibly dilated, I feel completely filled, I'm out of breath, my butt is covered in long red and purple spots.

Quincy and Jamal are standing a few feet away, enjoying the scene.

Jamal si rivolge a Quincy

"Your little sister is incredibly evil."

“Yes, it’s true, he really enjoys making other sissies suffer and humiliate them.”

Then they start talking about my tattoos.

The owner:

"First of all, I want her nipples to be a nice bright pink. The first tattoo... Just above the cage. Slightly curved, the writing in black Gothic script.

"PROPERTY OF JAMAL" and a pair of handcuffs. The second... on the left buttock, a black jack of spades. Surrounded by the words... "love bbc"

On the right buttock, again in Gothic characters, the bright red writing “SISSY SLAVE”.

Then finally (for now) just above the groin to the right of the cage. You need to draw a nice pink bouquet with a nice red ribbon... but instead of flowers, four black cocks should emerge... I'd like them to be as realistic as possible, with veins and swollen cocks.