Go shopping.

You have cum this far and you refuse to let anything as trivial as your "reputation" stand in the way between you and beatific, brainless, bimbo, blissful Bitchdom. You snatch the list, singing out, "Mommy dommy, don't worry your pretty lil face, your baby bitch will cross off every last line off the list."

You see her eyes tear up tenderly, her arms aching to cradle you and protect you from your awaiting punishment, but knowing you need it to nurture you to prepare you for your final flowering, your blossoming...your becoming.

You scramble upstairs to your older sister, Brandi's room to find the first two items on your shopping list. Digging through her closet you find both, and knowing Brandi, undoubtedly used, but you don't want to pass on a technicality, so you push them into your backpack and head out the door where you're sure you'll find the rest of your list, maybe minus the milk.

You give Mommy a long, loving, lingering kiss then break it moaningly mournfully before chirping, "Don't stress, Mommy Bear, your drippy darlin' has a plan that can't fail." You give her a pouty peck and then skip out the door...

The sun hits you like a fist, its scrutiny burning into you like an unforgiving eye. You shrug, saying, "Fuck you, sun, I never liked you on Teletubbies" as you skip towards the bus stop on your way towards your crush's soiled panties and your most humiliating autograph...two birds with one stone. You smirk as you slink onto the bus, savoring every lingering, lustful stare. Dirty day dreaming what they would do to you if they had the courage.

You make it to your stop, dripping and drooling, finally finding the door to your darkest, dankest wet daydreams, your crush, Becca's house. You ring the doorbell and wait, squirming in your silky panties. She answers wearing her tight fitting cheerleader uniform as she invariably does, momentarily surprised, then delighted. "Oh emm gee! I always said you were a sissy! I just never realized how totes happs I'd be to be right!" A hungry look flashes in her eyes and she licks her lips unconsciously.

You pull her into a deep kiss you've been dreaming about since kindergarten. She falls back into her house, her tongue trailing yours as it slips seductively past her plump, parted lips, her tender teen body entwined tightly against yours. Your lips crush against each other softly, you can practical taste her soft moans on her tongue. Her hands eagerly explore your body, suddenly growing more dominant as you melt at her touch on your tender titties and hungry ass.

You don't know where you find the confidence pull her arms up over her head and pin her to the wall with one hand. She could easily overpower you if she wanted to. You can feel the strength of her lean muscle hiding under her soft skin. You pin her tongue down with yours and slide your smooth leg between hers, feeling her dampness through her panties as she desperately grinds against you. You are living out your wettest day dream in real life, only its even more deliciously deviant than anything you dared dream. You pull away from Becca to watch her whimper and buck her hips lewdly in the air to try to catch your smooth, slick leg. "Ooooh my Gaaaaawd. Like where did you learn to kiss like that?!"

"My sissy Mommy of course!" You drink in the wave of expressions washing over Becca's beautiful face. Confusion, her brow furrowed as she chews the bottom of her bee stung lips...awareness, which brings a mix of shock and mischievous mirth to her smug smirk...then arousal, that look of hunger in eyes grown ravenous and now she is licking her lips very deliberately. You show her how your Mommy taught you to kiss and slide your hand up her skirt and under her panties. You barely have time to slide your fingers between her wet, wanting lips before she explodes in a gushing orgasm, soaking your hand and her panties.

"One down, four to go", you coo as you slide her panties off before licking her juices off your dainty fingers and sharing them with Becca in a slow, hungry kiss, "SMACK call Slade! I want to show him KISS what I learned in SLURP sissy home school" Becca whimper wetly as she texts your "most humiliating autograph", and you wonder how the dynamic will shift with this sultry shift when her bully boyfriend arrives.

She seems to sense your vulnerability and pounces on you in a second, pinning you to the ground, her breasts crushed against yours, her mouth claiming ownership of yours. You grind against her, just as slutty and submissive as she was moments before, if not more so. She breaks the kiss long enough to bite your ear, whispering, "My turn, lil Missy Sissy!"

She rolls you over and instinctively, or perhaps as a product of your "tutoring", you push your ass invitingly in the air and your head down to the ground. Your cruelly coquettish crush takes a moment to tease you. "Hee hee! Looks like the lil' baby bitch has a nicer ass than me."

SMACK

THWACK

SLAP

SHLAP

Stinging slaps rain down on your cheeks, sending reddened ripples quaking through them and setting off hurting, hungry need to get fucked. "Holey Mother of Pearl! You even have a sluttier ass than me! You better not be trying to steal my boyfriend, beeyotch. Hmm...I think I need to show you whose Boss Bitch around here. Stay!"

SMACK

Becca swats you one last time. A reminder, as if you needed one, that it's her turn to be in charge now. You wonder if you'll get another turn, but you have to admit, this position is much more familiar. She roots through your back pack and discovers the toys you packed for your shopping list. Each new find is punctuated with a sadistic squeal of glee. She returns showing you the toys one by one, teasing you as she does...

"Did lil' Miss Mommyfucker think she was gonna use these on me? As if I'd let a subby sissy like you domme me!" Becca shows you your pretty pink fluffy handcuffs before putting them on you. You know better than to remind her that you just did domme her and you have her soaked panties as proof. The handcuffs may have a fluffy exterior, but like Becca there is steel beneath. They bite into your soft flesh as your arms are trapped helplessly behind you.

"Oooh this lil' gag will be totes perf' for a sissy cocksucker like you." Becca shows you your ring gag before placing it around your plump lips. You marvel at the way Becca coos as she calls you a cocksucker, as if she can't help but make it sound like a compliment. You hope she can't see your satisfied smile around your gag as you mentally check off the items on your shopping list.

"I wonder, did you bring this strap on knowin' I have you bent over an' beggin' to be fucked? Or like, is it just know your lil' clitty is too small an' soft to fuck me?" You aren't sure of the answer yourself, but as Becca slips the strap on over her bare, wet pussy and shapely ass, you realize you much prefer to be on this end of it.

"So like, aren't you supposed to be all beggy weggy now or sumthin'. I could just fuck you, but I know you sissies get off on bein' picked on and humiliated so I don't mind helpin' you out." You wonder if all these years Becca had thought she was doing you a kindness by belittling and bullying you every time your paths crossed? You also wonder if maybe she was right? After all, she always seemed content to ignore you. You sought her out, knowing she'd humiliate you in front of everyone. And where Becca was, Slade was close behind to punish you for pestering his girl.

"Pweaph Beppha! Pweaph fuph mmphe! Buphy mmphe! Hummphiaphe mmphe!" Becca is giggling wilding as she lubes up her thick rubber cock and tries to make sense of your muffled begging. And where Becca is, Slade is close behind.

"What the fuck is this fag doing in your house, Becca? Is this little fucker pestering you again? Do I need to put him...her...in their place?" Becca get's a deliciously devious grin and you know you are about to get some of the punishment you were just begging for...and then some...