"All those weeks away, I knew you could become this person." He said.

His dark fingers grazed my cheek as he applied the lipstick with surprising gentleness. "You're going to be so much happier as Bella," he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. His touch sent a shiver down my spine, a mix of fear and desire. He leaned closer, his cock straining against his boxers, and whispered, "You're going to love serving me and the other alphas."

With trembling hands, I picked up a lacy thong and offered it to him. "Please, sir," I whimpered, dropping to my knees. "Make me your sissy slut."

Barry took the thong and slid it over my head, turning it into a makeshift collar. He tightened it around my neck, and the fabric dug into my skin, serving as a constant reminder of my submission. He pulled it tight, making me gasp for air, and said, "You're mine now, Bella. You're going to do everything I say, understand?"

I nodded fervently, my eyes wide with excitement and a hint of terror. The reality of what was happening was sinking in, but the thrill of it was too intense to resist. "Yes, sir," I managed to croak out.

He chuckled darkly and yanked on the thong, forcing me to stand. "Good girl," he said, his eyes raking over my body. "You know your place. Tell me what you were up to when I was fucking Molly behind your mother's back."

I tell him about my gamer buddy. How he has been guiding me down the path of sissyhood. Barry's smile grew wider as he listened, his hand gripping the thong around my neck. "Ah, so you've found yourself a new master," he said, his voice thick with satisfaction. "But remember, I'm the one who started all of this. I'm the one who taught you how to be a good little bitch."

He leaned in closer, his teeth grazing my ear as he whispered, "And now, it's time for your first real lesson." He pushed me onto the bed, his hand reaching for his belt. I could feel the heat from his cock as it grew harder, pressing against my thigh. I was both terrified and excited at the same time. This was what I had been craving. He created this sick addiction within me.

Barry pulled out his massive black cock, and I couldn't help but stare. It was thick and veiny, a stark contrast to my own pathetic excuse for a manhood. He slapped it against my face, the sound echoing through the room. "You want this, don't you?" he taunted. I nodded, my mouth watering at the thought of tasting him. He chuckled, pleased with my response. "Then open up, Bella. It's time to learn how to suck a real man's dick."

I parted my lips, and he slid his cock inside, filling my mouth. It was warm and tasted faintly of sweat and musk. I began to bob my head, taking him deeper, eager to please. His grip on the makeshift collar tightened, guiding my movements as he groaned with pleasure. Each time I gagged, he'd ease up, allowing me to catch my breath before pushing back in. The sensation was overwhelming, but I craved more.

As I kneeled before him, my mind raced with the thought of what was to come. The videos had shown me the ropes, but this was real. The taste of his cock was unlike anything I had ever experienced. It was raw and powerful, and it filled me with a sense of belonging. I was his, and I liked it. Unlike the times before, I wanted this. I wanted my stepfather's big black cock.

Barry's eyes gleamed with excitement as he watched me, his hand still firmly wrapped around the thong. "That's it, Bella," he cooed, stroking my hair. "You're mine, little slut. Tell me."