La mia vita e cambiata

I woke up tired after a long and exhausting night of poker being fucked and punished humiliated by the master and his friends

When I woke up, I could barely believe all those depraved things had happened to me. Now I was there, terrified. He had slapped me, forced me to go out in public wearing only lingerie. He had shoved his cock down my throat and then ejaculated on my face. He had forced me to lick his asshole and dance sensually for him. He had penetrated me anally, very violently, and then impregnated me with his semen. He had thrown away all my male clothes. He had taken one of my dildos and attached it with a suction cup to one of the kitchen chairs, renaming it the "Sissy Chair." I had to sit on it every time Master came to visit, without exception. He had even taken the key to the spare room in my apartment.

I walked out of my bedroom, still dressed in my sissy outfit, sat down at my desk, and turned on my computer. Checking my email, I saw I had several new messages, one of which was from Black Master. My heart was pounding as I clicked to open it. Surely he would just thank me for the lovely evening and then sign off: "Sissy, my friends loved fucking your mouth and ass last night. They said you take cum well, but I'm sure you could do better. We'll work on that together. Other areas we'll work on improving: your dancing, your ass licking, and, most importantly, your attitude and your IMMEDIATE obedience at all times! You must understand that you are now a sissy 24/7, 365, and my slave whenever I decide to take part in your body. You will go anywhere in your sissy outfits."

Fifty-two minutes later, I'm fresh out of the shower, my asshole scrubbed and completely clean. I put my sissy outfit back on and squat in my sissy chair. I put a little lube on both the dildo and my hole and then slide it slowly in. God, it's huge! I grimace as he slides on it, feeling it stretch my hole. I hear the loud exhaust of Master's car and then the boom of his stereo as he pulls into my driveway. Oh Jesus. He's here. I feel myself shaking. The car door slams. Within seconds, I hear his key in the lock. The door opens. My 25-year-old Black Master is framed in the doorway, standing 6'3" and 220 lbs. He looks... upset, to say the least, maybe angry. He stares at me coldly. He closes the door behind him, not gently. Damn. He's pissed.

Well, here's how it's going to be, sissy. I come whenever I want. Of course. You keep your job, because you'll need money for lingerie, bondage gear, and to stock this place with alcohol for me. I like Dom Pérignon, Grey Goose, and beer? None of that cheap, piss-tasting junk. Imported beers, craft beers, that sort of thing. Got it? Good. And make sure you have plenty of food in the pantry, too. Steaks, burgers, burrito stuff—I love Italian food. You'll have to cook everything yourself, so you better be a good cook or learn. When you're in my presence, you won't eat or drink, at least not food. The following are the substances you're allowed to consume in my presence: my saliva, my semen, and my piss. Is that clear, slave?" I nod tearfully, acquiescent. He smiles mischievously, clearly enjoying the power he has over me at this moment. He continues: "What will you be allowed to eat? My cock, my balls, and... my ass. Heh, heh. Every time I ask you if you're hungry, you must look me in the eye, indicate that you are hungry, and then I will present to you the part of my body I expect to be served at that moment. AT ALL TIMES... you must treat whatever part of my body you are orally serving as if it were the best thing you've ever tasted, the best thing you've ever smelled. Your personal comfort is of no concern to me whatsoever. I don't care if the taste of my crotch makes you nauseous, you will smile and serve me dutifully as if that were the last meal you'll ever receive. Got it?"

The rules for your little shrimp between your legs are as follows. Under no circumstances should you EVER touch yourself sexually without my permission. The only contact allowed with that area is in the shower or on water; both situations would be purely for hygiene reasons. Otherwise, your clitoris is what it is: a useless appendage under my control. And, sissy, I cannot stress this enough... if you ever, and I mean EVER, come without my permission, you will experience a whole new world of pain. Control your orgasms, or lack thereof.

"Oh, you're horny now, aren't you, darling? Well, we'll try to calm that burning inside you soon, but first things first." With that, he pulled out a small digital camera and pointed it at me. He smiled at me as a look of understanding crossed my face, suddenly realizing what he had in mind. I let out a soft grunt of protest as loud as I could, but the Black Master just laughed. "I'm starting, or rather, you're starting, a new website. You're a tech savvy guy, right? I know you work in IT, so there's no denying it. Anyway, this new website will chronicle your transformation from a straight guy into a cock-sucking, ass-fucking faggot, complete with photos of you at various stages of your life. We need to get a lot of photos showing how much you love sucking black cock, licking black ass, and drinking men's cum. Your face will always be fully visible in these photos, while mine will be completely out of frame or cropped before being posted on the site. I'll have the anonymity, you'll have the humiliation, requiring you to put together a complete and 100% truthful bio about yourself, including a section on why you like being effeminate and your favorite things about black men in general and your Black Master in particular. A short diatribe about the taste of my cum and why you can't get enough of it, to the point where you even go to bed." Spit some of my cum into Tupperware containers and store them in the fridge, to drink when I'm not around. This site will be visible to the whole world, your family, your friends, your coworkers, your boss, your dentist, whoever. We'll call the site, oh I don't know, something like... SissyDanielwithBlackMaster.com or some shit like that." He was smiling that evil smile again, clearly pleased with himself for causing me so much pain. "You'll update at least once a week, lots of pics, we'll make some videos, and you'll post some of those gay sex stories you sent me. Keep writing that shit, girl. Fuck, that shit makes me hard as steel. And that's what you want, right? A steel top, unstoppable and indomitable? At least that's what you told me in the first email. Those are your words, not mine. But this is me, baby. Your head of steel. SissyDanielLifeWithBlackMaster.comor some shit like that." He was smiling that evil grin again, clearly pleased with himself for causing me so much pain. "You'll update at least once a week, lots of pics, we'll make some videos, and you'll post some of those gay sex stories you sent me. Keep writing that shit, girl. Damn, that shit makes me hard as steel. And that's what you want, right? A steel top, unstoppable and indomitable? At least that's what you told me in the first email. Those are your words, not mine. But that's me, baby. Your steel head.

Jesus, I would be exposed to public view, with all my sexual fetishes on full display.

I jumped at the faint whir of the camera as Black Master began snapping pictures of me in my sexy lingerie, mascara running down my face from all the crying I'd done. "That's it, sissy. We just need a nice picture for the front page. You need to pose properly."

Alright, sissy! Get ready for a good deepthroat. The last time we tried, you choked and it sucked. I don't give a shit! You'll learn how to do it with or without choking, but you'll just take my cock. And as always, keep your eyes on mine, slut. A sissy can tell a lot about when her Master is about to come and what throat and tongue techniques give him the most pleasure from his facial expressions, so it's important to observe him carefully, don't you think?" He pulled his cock completely out of my mouth, and for a moment I stared at its almost unbelievable length and girth and its wicked curve as it protruded. Frankly, it scared me so much... And part of me loved the feeling, needed it. "Answer me, sissy. I know you like to look at my cock, but when your Master asks you a question, you answer, "Fuck." It was clearly not a suggestion, but a command. I looked up at him, his cruel eyes piercing my soul, as if they possessed me. God, was this really what my heart desired, even though my mind screamed no?

"Yes, Master." I answered his question meekly, feeling waves of defeat wash over me. "Yes, Master... what?" He asked in an authoritative tone that made my little penis vibrate and... my insides? "Yes, Black Master, it's important for a little sissy to learn how to please her man properly." He flashed a wicked, wicked smile. He clearly loved the control he had over me. His erection throbbed again as a surge of dominance filled him.

See, sissy, what we have here is another example of me showing you how things will be. You wear what I tell you, you eat when and what I tell you, you speak when I tell you... and now you breathe when I tell you. Has all this sunk in, bitch? Do you realize that your little emails, which you probably thought were harmless, have awakened a sleeping beast? You've opened up a world you never dared to dream of. You told me how much you longed to be dominated, to be possessed. You told me about the fantasies you had of doing to my black anaconda... Fine, consider yourself dominated, faggot! Consider yourself my property!

From now on, you must respond to my requests immediately and without hesitation. These are not suggestions, and I don't accept opinions from faggot whores. Understand? Clean yourself up, put on the skirt and blouse I brought you, and go to Victoria's Secret for more lingerie, all the stuff I listed earlier. Then run to the supermarket and stock up on everything you need to make my life as easy and enjoyable as possible. All the alcohol and food I told you about earlier. Then, when you get back here, go to that bondage website I gave you. I want the Deluxe Sling and Masters' Fuck Rack delivered to you within three business days. I'll have you home, ready for me, by ten tonight, and as always... dressed for me and sitting in your sissy chair."