One year later...

You writhe in anticipation as you wait for Principal Latimore's daily text. It will invariably be filled with a long diatribe of which high schooler has especially vexed him today, down to hair style, outfit, and their "attitude problem" It's up to you to dress and act the part when he gets home so he can put you in your place. Which always ends up being up and down on his fat cock...

Somedays your a haughty cheerleader, the hormones the Principal has been feeding you over the months giving you very convincing teen titties to fill your water bra with, only for him to discover you've been padding them and blackmailing you into being his secret fuck pet so the school doesn't discover you aren't the blonde bombshell you pretend to be. His favorite part, and the part that takes the least play acting, is when the haughty cheerleader discovers she loves getting fucked by him so much that she doesn't need to be blackmailed anymore, she just wants a steady diet of his dick...

Some days you play a punky, pixie haired, waif. Thank goodness for wigs and thrift stores. By the time he get's home you are ready to tell him what a sexist, heteronormative thought prison warden he is, and he's ready to fuck the lesbian out of you. You think this particular fantasy is pretty far fetched, but then again, after his girthy cock slams a few sweet, sticky sissygasms out of you, then you definitely don't fantasize about girls anymore. Not that you could with your hormone shriveled cock...

A newer fantasy of his has been to tell you which alpha stud has been giving him guff at school. You find it especially kinky to dress up like a boy, complete with high school letter jacket and skinny jeans that bugle obscenely with the generous globes of your ass crammed tightly in the rear and a sock stuffed down the front. You don't know who gets the bigger thrill when he discovers the slutty lingerie you've hidden under there and makes you confess you're not a cocky big dicked alpha stud after all, but a secret sissy just pretending to disrespect his authority because you have a crush on him. He especially loves making you leave the letter jacked on as he pulls your pretty thong aside and plunges into your plump ass. You especially love pretending to be ashamed of how good his cock makes you feel, as you've had the shame fucked out of you months ago...

It doesn't help that Kingpin leaves you whimpering and waiting all day longing for him to cum home and pump out the sissy squirts from your limp floppy clit. He knows you have to spend all day agonizing, he knows a hard cock pounding your sissy cunt is the only way you can cum since the "hormoans" gave you the body of a barely legal pornstar and the sex drive to match. He expects you to be a good lil gurl and spend all day suffering and squirming waiting for him to get home and take his frustrations out on you, all so you can relieve your own pent up stress.

Of course, you being a bad sissy slut, you don't actually wait all that long. He's usually not out the door more than fifteen minutes before you're out dressed in one of your sluttiest sissy outfits cruising for cock. It usually isn't long before you find a good samaritan willing to invite you back to their house, or car, or the nearest alley to fuck a sweet sissy squirt out of your useless little clit.

Too often though, they are selfish stud sluts and only want to use your throat like a fleshlight, making your asshole throb with need with every savory thrust. By the time they finish you are hornier than ever and the only release you get is in tasting theirs. Worse still, some of them have caught on to this fact and delight in teasing you and making you beg to get fucked, only to leave you hot and horny and with a sticky shame filled face to boot. Worse than that, perverted punishment seeking part of you gets off on it, seeking out old high school bullies and sadistic strangers to get you so burning with humiliation and horniness, that you're ready to melt.

Of course, you being a bad sissy slut, you only crave so much punishment before you get your sticky sweet reward. Unfortunately even the selfish stud sluts that prefer to fuck your sissy cunts often don't have the stamina to take you to the blissed out brainless heights you seek. Often you barely manage of few frustrated sissy dribbles before they shoot their selfish seed in your sissy cunt. Still, when you can't have quality, you'll take quantity. Whether it's a train of strangers in a filthy bathroom stall, a gangbang in a sketchy hotel from a bunch of convention goers, or even your "charity work" offering a warm home for any cocks seeking shelter in a dark back alley...you find your release.

"Okay, sissy, today I need you to wear some thick glasses, a conservative blazer and skirt that still somehow show off your figure and a bitchy attitude that because your student body president you know more than me how to run this school. Underneath you can wear that hot little leather **** number I got you for Christmas." You squeal with excitment. You always wanted to fuck Pam the Prude as everyone called her. It's even better to get fucked as her. Because only your Principal has the white hot fury to fuck multiple sissygasms out of you.

Of course, you being a bad little sissy slut, you will tell him all about the men you fucked while "waiting" on his text. Because the only thing better than being his sissy stress ball, is the spanking he gives you after he's spent and sweaty and you teasingly tell him how naughty you've been all day. After he spanks your ass hard and raw, he fucks it harder and rawer, lasting much longer than his initial flash of fury. He burns inside you long into the night, melting away both of your stressful days and ending the night necking like prom dates before turning in.

Sometimes you wonder what your life had been like if you had been won by a firmer Daddy. Of course, you being a bad little sissy slut, you soon drift off to sleep thinking of the next day full of dicks. It's a good life...