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Just something silly that popped in my head.

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Sissy vs Sissy vs Sissy Part 3
“Wait!” Jared burst into the room in a mass of fabric and curls. In contrast to Rory’s scantily clad approach, he was awash with folds of satin and wearing an ornate flowery headdress atop a dark blonde wig. “I am Aunt Clarissa’s most adorable little sissy. Her fortune is mine!” He attempted to stride towards the still seated Mr. Gregory, but the hem of his long dress caught between his high heels and he stumbled headlong into the opposing wall. Anna watched as he balanced himself and slowly looked up into a round mirror that was hanging there. It was as if he didn’t recognise the cosmetic laden face staring back at him and she got flashbacks of the first time she had seen Jared feminized all those years ago.
“You’ll need a lot more than a pretty dress to prove that!” Rory had dropped his gown back over his inked ass and was now facing off across the room at Jared like a gunslinger in stilettos. “She branded me because I was her favourite,” he spat, “you are just…” he turned to face Anna too, “…both of you, you’re just a pair of wannabes.”
“Not true!” Jared pushed himself off the wall. “Not true at all!” He tottered over to the desk where Mr. Gregory was seated with a face full of shock. Reaching the urn, Jared suddenly lifted the folds of his skirt and pulled something from the waistband of a pair of silk panties. “This is my proof!” He dropped a pile of official looking papers into Mr. Gregory’s tray. “That is a contract. No, it is a deed! It names Aunt Clarissa as my official owner and conservator and states in ink that I and only I, am her one true most adorable sissy and heir!” The room fell into a stunned silence as Mr. Gregory slowly picked up the papers and began to leaf through them. Anna kicked off her own heels and padded over to the desk.
“Is it real?” she asked the executor.
“Seems legal and binding…” he replied, his eyes never leaving the page in front of him. Things happened in a blur after that. The door to the office flew open once more and Rory and Jared stared in horror as Aunt Clarissa entered the room. Rory reacted quicker but still too slowly and when he turned to retrieve the keys to his bonds, they were already nowhere to be seen. He whirled back around to see Anna snapping a kind of leash around Jared’s neck. It only served to distract him as Aunt Clarissa clipped one around his own throat while Anna scooped up the legal documents from the desk. A soft tug on the chain was enough to bring him off balance and to his knees beside an equally helpless Jared.
“Rumours of my demise and all that jazz!” Aunt Clarissa cackled gleefully high-fiving Anna, who had already begun to remove the dress she clearly resented wearing. “It has been a long time, hasn’t it my little sissies? But don’t worry, I still have all my old toys!”
Sissy vs Sissy vs Sissy Part 3
“Wait!” Jared burst into the room in a mass of fabric and curls. In contrast to Rory’s scantily clad approach, he was awash with folds of satin and wearing an ornate flowery headdress atop a dark blonde wig. “I am Aunt Clarissa’s most adorable little sissy. Her fortune is mine!” He attempted to stride towards the still seated Mr. Gregory, but the hem of his long dress caught between his high heels and he stumbled headlong into the opposing wall. Anna watched as he balanced himself and slowly looked up into a round mirror that was hanging there. It was as if he didn’t recognise the cosmetic laden face staring back at him and she got flashbacks of the first time she had seen Jared feminized all those years ago.
“You’ll need a lot more than a pretty dress to prove that!” Rory had dropped his gown back over his inked ass and was now facing off across the room at Jared like a gunslinger in stilettos. “She branded me because I was her favourite,” he spat, “you are just…” he turned to face Anna too, “…both of you, you’re just a pair of wannabes.”
“Not true!” Jared pushed himself off the wall. “Not true at all!” He tottered over to the desk where Mr. Gregory was seated with a face full of shock. Reaching the urn, Jared suddenly lifted the folds of his skirt and pulled something from the waistband of a pair of silk panties. “This is my proof!” He dropped a pile of official looking papers into Mr. Gregory’s tray. “That is a contract. No, it is a deed! It names Aunt Clarissa as my official owner and conservator and states in ink that I and only I, am her one true most adorable sissy and heir!” The room fell into a stunned silence as Mr. Gregory slowly picked up the papers and began to leaf through them. Anna kicked off her own heels and padded over to the desk.
“Is it real?” she asked the executor.
“Seems legal and binding…” he replied, his eyes never leaving the page in front of him. Things happened in a blur after that. The door to the office flew open once more and Rory and Jared stared in horror as Aunt Clarissa entered the room. Rory reacted quicker but still too slowly and when he turned to retrieve the keys to his bonds, they were already nowhere to be seen. He whirled back around to see Anna snapping a kind of leash around Jared’s neck. It only served to distract him as Aunt Clarissa clipped one around his own throat while Anna scooped up the legal documents from the desk. A soft tug on the chain was enough to bring him off balance and to his knees beside an equally helpless Jared.
“Rumours of my demise and all that jazz!” Aunt Clarissa cackled gleefully high-fiving Anna, who had already begun to remove the dress she clearly resented wearing. “It has been a long time, hasn’t it my little sissies? But don’t worry, I still have all my old toys!”

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Under the Influence Part 6.5
Lady Radius sneered into the webcam making sure not to block the view of her subject behind her. The trussed up feminised man gave a perfectly timed whimper through his napkin gag and the domina watched with satisfaction as donations and offerings came flooding in on the monitor. She was playing a wedding night scene with one of her sissy slaves and she made sure to give her subscribers a good view of her skin-tight latex tuxedo and top hat whilst maintaining her aura of absolute domination.
“What do you pathetic shits want to see now?” She cracked a folded leather whip into her palm and gestured over her shoulder to where her ‘bride’ sat in clear discomfort squeezed into an agonisingly tight corset and tied to a footstool. The figure leaned forward as much as its bonds would allow to avoid putting full weight on the bejewelled buttplug tucked beneath the thong underwear section of the corset.
A flurry of requests filled the chat – “strap-on”, “face-fuck”, “tickle torture” – all good ideas but she ignored any that didn’t come with a financial gift. She slapped the whip once more to keep her slave trembling while she waited for a paying request. At last, a loud orgasmic moan came from her monitor indicating someone had made a donation and $10 appeared next to one of the usernames in the chat.
Lady Radius paused. There were no perverse instructions next to the payment – just a link to an OnlyFemmes profile. Curious, she clicked through and began to read. Some Femboy model appeared to have put a $10k bounty on himself for whoever made him their slave. The domme almost forgot herself and slipped into an excited smile as she surveyed the pictures of the soft little blonde trap. She would make him her masterpiece.
“Sorry to cut our wedding night short,” she turned off the webcam and addressed the quivering sissy in her living room. “But there’s a game afoot!” She tucked her whip into a latex cummerbund. “I will be back for you later…maybe…”
My rare cross post from deviantART is a homage to the lovely @jenni2bameerah <3
To think of all the possession and power I once had is absolutely head-spinning. But we both agreed I was to give it all up. It made us both feel incredibly daring. And you wanted to feel independence and power. I wanted to feel dependent and powerless yet content in the simplicity of service and humbleness.
Transferring every asset I once owned or that we once shared was absolutely necessary for me to return to this country a totally different ethnicity, sex, with no degrees to fall back on. My
most important possession was my B-1 Visa for employment as a domestic worker.
My days are filled as a maid diligently cleaning rooms in the Hotel chain we once owned together. I get up everyday at 5 AM to prepare myself in my cherished uniforms and take public transportation leaving my modest inner-city studio apartment behind. My understated makeup is still as crisp as my apron and maid's cap.
I make sure that the guests' rooms and bathrooms are clean as my job requires and my stern manager demands. Entitled people tend to be sloppy and filled with requirements that I am only too happy to comply with as it brings me a sense of calm and purpose.
My supply cart is something that I am proud of as I push it down the halls and into the spaces of my betters. It is sometimes humorous and/or sometimes shocking listening to the remarks that people say when they think I do not understand English. My Central American accent is now quite authentic after living there for a year during my transition. If only they knew how much their sometimes unflattering comments actually sparkle me.
By the way, I saw you the other day at the end of a double shift as I was walking to my bus stop. You were sliding into the passenger seat of a very expensive Mercedes with that handsome man that used to be my accounts manager back when I ran owned this business. You were quite elegantly dressed, looking so incredibly stunning. I could tell you have feelings for him. I am happy for you in your world of elevated privilege. But if I am being truthful, I am even more excited for my delicious descent in status.
Thank you.
It's lovely to see the dedication Jenni puts in her own degradation and descent of status. Such lengths to debase herself and turn her situation as precarious as possible, a thrill and a delight to see.
And the delicious art that pairs up perfectly, too ^,^
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What Kind of Sissy Am I?
Sissy Slut
Sissy Whore
Sissy Princess
Sissy Brat
Sissy Bimbo
Sissy Maid
Sissy Girlfriend / Wife
Sissy School Girl
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I'm a sissy princess!
Congrats, Princess! <3 <3 <3
It's so exciting seeing this silly idea coming to fruition and the resulting tale has such a tone of sissy despair. Such delight!
Also, I get the feeling that there's no such thing as "some kind of inner-ear translator thingy" for squeaks, but the Special Place surely is not going to contradict that...
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Her voice was steady and direct. There was no tenderness like there was before when we had such different roles with each other. This was purely professional. A mistress employer letting her employee know what was expected of her. Her tenderness was now for her new husband who I was about to meet for the first time.
And I was to meet him as the family maid. This was what I wanted and my wife was kind enough to put all the necessary legal, mental, emotional, and financial changes in motion. I no longer own any assets or rights to what is now her very large estate. And for a year I have assimilated into this cherish role as the family maid. I live in the small modest studio apartment down in the basement next to the laundry room and am not allowed upstairs unless doing my chores.
Everyone has fallen easily into their new roles especially me. But now there will be a new dynamic as the man my wife married is back from his 6 month business related obligations overseas and is moving into her, I mean, their house. Now, instead of caring for my wife, I mean my female employer and her family I will now be under the power of her husband.
It will be fascinating to follow the orders of a man and one who I understand to be very demanding who expects perfection. That he knows I was once married to his current wife will add such a remarkable and profound power dynamic which I look forward to experiencing. I am also looking forward to making sure his life is more luxurious as I have for the rest of her family.
Oh he just unlocked the door. I must go greet him, take his coat and await his next orders. I check in the mirror over the table to make sure my appearance is un assuming and pleasing.
Welcome to the team, sissy ;)
Happy New Year to all you who would wear that outfit gladly (I know it’s all of you ^,^ )