Texan Sissy

I’m gonna die of embarrassment about this ask in the morning (I am stoned rn) but like I don’t even care because this is an anon anyway and oh my GOD I have transcended. or maybe descended? Ascended? I don’t fucking know dawg I am in every direction at once rn and that is exactly the point and I could not be happier

10/10 5 gold stars

Thank you! As I wrote this script I knew something was special about it. Actually the script also ended at about 25 mins but there was NO WAY I was letting this one be under 30 mins... You know, on principle. Hard fractionation needs to be how I like it. Really. REALLY. INTENSE.

Btw, if you haven't already heard my most intense audio ever, check it out here:

But everything is slightly lewd. The bigger stuffies have dildos strapped to their crotches and the smaller ones all have vibrators inside them. There's a TV for 'cartoon time' but it only shows an endless stream of hentai. The changing table has cuffs in case mommy needs to take care of a 'fussy' baby. Cute little picture books but they're all depicting the most deviant sex acts. A high chair with straps so mommy can lock the baby in for feeding time. A collection of chastity cages and belts patterned in bright pink and blues.

You are swimming when you feel something touching your feet, you scream loudly. Your friends at the shore laugh at you and tell you it's probably just a fish. You breathe hard, yeah, just a fish. You keep swimming, a bit further away, something touches your ass, grabs your leg. You scream again. They laugh, you might be the fish new favorite food. You laugh it off and keep swimming, your brain is just playing tricks on you.

Until it's not.

Until a slimy tentacle sneaks up on you and gets inside your mouth, pushing so far it triggers your gag reflex. It retracts. You try to scream but you can't. The tentacle doesn't go away. But a bunch more appear.

You can feel them everywhere. Holding your legs apart, taking your bikini off, pushing slimy tentacles into your pussy. Some grope your tits, little suckers grabbing into your nipples and making you squirm. Something probes your asshole, you struggle to get off its hold. You van't fight it off. It penetrates your asshole. You try to scream but you just get the tentacle in your mouth further down your throat. You gag, it retracts and starts a punishing pace. Fucking your pussy. Fucking your throat. Fucking your asshole. It shouldn't feel good, it shouldn't. But you with each trust something inside of you grows higher and higher until you are pushing back, until you are moaning around the tentacle in your mouth.

You come around the tentacles. They fuck you through it.

The library was silent after closing, the way Claire liked it best. Rows of books stood like patient soldiers, the air smelled of paper and lavender from the little sachet she kept in her cardigan pocket, and the only sound was the soft rustle of her modest wool skirt as she knelt beside the box of donated books.

Claire was twenty eight, small breasted, narrow-hipped, the kind of woman people described as “sweet” because they couldn’t think of anything else to say. Her brown hair was twisted into a tight, no nonsense bun; thick glasses perpetually slid down her small nose. Tonight she wore a cream turtleneck and a calf-length plaid skirt, thick tights, and sensible flats. She looked like the human equivalent of chamomile tea.

She unpacked the last of the donated books, humming under her breath, until her fingers brushed something that felt… wrong. One book remained at the very bottom, bound in black leather that seemed to drink the light. No title. No author. Only a single raised sigil on the cover that looked like a serpent devouring its own tail.

Claire hesitated. Every polite instinct told her to leave it in the “review later” pile. Instead her hand closed around it, and the moment skin met leather, a hot spark shot straight between her legs.

“Oh…!” She gasped, yanking her hand back, cheeks flaming. Just static, she told herself. Old building. Dry air.

But the book was warm. Pulsing. Almost… purring.

Claire glanced around the empty reading room, biting her lip. “This is silly,” she whispered aloud, the way she always did when nervous. 

“It’s just a book.” She said to herself.

She carried it to the circulation desk, sat in her creaky wooden chair, and opened it.

The pages were thick vellum, the text handwritten in crimson ink that looked wet. The first line made her breath catch.

“Power is not given. Power is taken with wet fingers and wicked smiles and dominance.”

Claire slammed the book shut, heart racing. 

“No. Absolutely not.” She said and stood up so fast her chair rolled back and hit the wall. 

“This belonged in the trash, or…or…”

Her thighs pressed together all on their own. A slick throb had started low in her belly, shocking in its intensity. She had never felt anything like it. Not from the chaste kisses she’d shared with Timothy on the Christmas party. Not from the romance novels she read with the covers turned inward.

Against every shred of good sense, Claire sat again. “Just one more page…” She bargained with herself. “Then I’ll put it away.”

She turned the page.

“Imagine how it feels to have a man on his knees, begging for the privilege of licking the sole of your shoe while you laugh…” the Book said.

Claire’s hand slid beneath her skirt before her mind caught up. The moment her fingers brushed the cotton panel of her panties she whimpered. She was soaked. Drenched like a harlot. 

Claire kept reading.

“You’re tired of being invisible, Tired of blushing and apologizing and shushing noisy people with that trembling little voice. You want to make them tremble.”

“No,” Claire whispered, even as two fingers slipped beneath damp cotton and found her clit. “I’m not… I’m not like that…”

But her hips rolled greedily. The book’s words crawled under her skin like hot smoke.

Claire’s breath hitched. She tried to pull her hand away. She truly did. Her wrist shook with the effort, but the book pulsed again, and her fingers plunged inside her instead, two at once, stretching her tight pussy with a wet squelch that echoed shamefully through the quiet library.

“Please… stop…” she whimpered, but her thumb kept circling, ruthless now. “I’m a good girl… I’m…”

“Good girls die forgotten. Bad girls are worshiped forever.” The book said seductive.

Claire’s glasses fogged. Tears of shame pricked her eyes even as her pussy clenched greedily around her thrusting fingers.

“I don’t want…oh Gosh…I don’t want to be bad…” Claire said, trying hard to resist the temptation.

“Liar. Say it. Say what you want.” The book told her.

Her back arched. The chair creaked dangerously.

“I… I want…” The words tasted like sin. “I want to be powerful.” Claire said, starting to slip to the books wicked temptations.

“Louder.” The book purred.

“I want them on their knees!” she cried, voice cracking. “I want them to beg! I want…oh fuck…I want to dominate  them and make them love me for it!”

The book flared crimson. Power surged into her like liquid fire.

Claire screamed as the orgasm took her, not the polite, fluttering release she’d once given herself under the covers, but a violent, ripping climax that bowed her spine and tore the bun from her hair. Her glasses flew off and shattered against a shelf. Brown locks lightened before her eyes, strand by strand, turning platinum, lengthening, writhing like snakes until they whipped themselves into a high, cruel ponytail.

Her modest sweater shredded as her breasts ballooned outward, round, gravity defying, clearly fake and proud of it. The plaid skirt melted into glossy black latex that hugged new, dangerous curves. Her sensible flats stretched, split, and reshaped into gleaming thigh-high boots with seven-inch stiletto heels that could punch through a man’s ego.

Claire’s last coherent thought was a terrified squeak. “NO!, I didn’t mean to….”

Then the woman sitting in the ruins of the chair opened her newly emerald eyes and smiled with blood-red lips.

She stretched luxuriously, admiring long black latex gloves that now sheathed her arms to the elbow. She cupped her new tits and laughed, a low, wicked sound that promised ruin.

“Poor little Claire.” she purred, voice velvet and venom. “So weak. So pathetic. Time for Mistress Corvina to have some naughty, delishous fun.” She purred with pure arrogance.

She rose, heels clicking like gunshots across the hardwood, and surveyed her new queendom. With a lazy flick of her wrist, bookshelves twisted into St. Andrew’s crosses and spanking benches. Card catalogs became cages. The circulation desk morphed into a gleaming throne of black leather and steel. Chains dangled from the ceiling like perverse wind chimes.

Corvina inhaled the scent of sex and power and moaned. “Perfect. My own little empire of suffering.”

The front door rattled.

Corvina’s smile sharpened to a blade. “And my first toy arrives right on schedule.”

Michael, Claire’s boss, stepped inside, keys still in hand, expecting to find mousy Claire working late again. Instead he froze, briefcase hitting the floor with a thud.

The woman lounging on the throne was a wet dream carved from nightmares—platinum ponytail slicing down a river of latex, tits heaving like sin made flesh, legs crossed with arrogant grace.

“Claire?” he croaked.

Corvina laughed, the sound dripping disdain. “Claire? Oh honey, that little worm is gone. I’m what crawled out of her corpse when she finally admitted what she wanted.” She uncrossed her legs, letting him glimpse the glistening heat between her thighs. “Kneel, Michael.” She said in a arrogant and dominate voice.

He tried to back away. “This is insane. I’m what happend to you and what…” He tried to say.

Corvina snapped her fingers. Michael’s knees buckled as if invisible hands had kicked them out from under him. He hit the floor hard, gasping.

“Good boy,” she cooed, rising from the throne. Each click of her heels was a countdown to his destruction. She circled him like a shark. “Look at you. Still thinking that sharp suit makes you somebody. You bullied sweet little Claire because it was the only way you could feel big, didn’t you?”

Michael’s mouth worked soundlessly.

Corvina stopped in front of him, lifted one razor heeled boot, and pressed the sole against his forehead, forcing his head to the ground.

”Say it, worm!” she whispered. “Say you’re pathetic!”

“Claire, what has gotten into you…”

“SAY IT!” She commanded.

“I…I’m pathetic,” he choked out, face crimson.

“Louder. Like you mean it.”

“I’m pathetic!” he shouted, voice breaking.

“Better.” She ground the heel just enough to make him whimper. “From now on you are Scumworm. You don’t have a name, a job, or a cock that gets to decide anything ever again.”

She reached down, ripped his belt open with one tug, and yanked his pants to his knees. His cock already shamefully hard sprang free. Corvina laughed again.

“Of course you’re hard. Disgusting.” She said mockingly.

She produced a gleaming steel chastity cage from thin air and snapped it around him before he could blink. The click of the lock was deafening.

Scumworm sobbed, forehead still pressed to the floor.

“Shh.” Corvina straddled his back, facing his feet, and lowered herself until the latex covering her pussy pressed against the nape of his neck. “You’re going to crawl, Scumworm. And while you crawl, I’m going to fuck the last of your pride right out of you.”

From nowhere, a thick black strap-on appeared around her hips, ridged, obscene, easily ten inches. She spat on it once, lazily, then lined up with his untouched ass.

“Beg.”

“Please, Mistress Corvina,” he broke instantly, tears and drool pooling beneath him. “Please use me. Break me. I’m nothing. I’m your slave.”

“Music to my ears.”

She thrust in without mercy. Scumworm screamed, then moaned, then babbled incoherent gratitude as she pegged him raw right there on the library carpet. Each brutal stroke drove the cage against his denied cock until he was humping the air, desperate and broken.

Corvina pulled out, stood, and nudged the trembling wreck with her toe. “Crawl to your cage, Scumworm. You’ll greet every new visitor on your knees from now on.” She purred with areogance.

He obeyed instantly, manic devotion shining in his eyes as he kissed the floor she walked on.

Mistress Corvina returned to her throne, legs spread wide, latex gleaming under the new crimson lights. She stroked the thick strap-on still slick from breaking her first slave and smiled at the door.

“Come in, darlings,” she called to the empty library, voice dripping honey and acid. “My new dungeon is open… and Mistress is very, very hungry.”

Somewhere in the ether, what remained of gentle Claire whimpered once, then dissolved forever into delighted, wicked laughter.

Clark had some fetishes that he was afraid to tell his wife, Alicia about. He liked to be dressed up as his sissy alter ego Claire and be bound and gagged. He would try self bondage, but eventually it wasn’t enough for him. So he looked into hiring someone to tie him up as a damsel. He found Mistress Emily. He didn’t look at it as cheating, in fact he was locked in chastity during the sessions, so he couldn’t do anything with his penis, if he wanted to. This weekly meeting was perfect for Clark. But one week, Mistress Emily threw a curveball with a request. She asked Clark to remain in his pink chastity cage for the week. She told him if he didn’t do it, she wouldn’t continue with their weekly meetings. Clark didn’t know what to do, how could he hide a chastity cage from his wife for a week. Eventually he decided that he needed these weekly meetings so he agreed to stay locked and he would figure it out with keeping it hidden. These meetings happened on Thursday’s nights.

The week went by slowly for Clark. But he was able to make it through without Alicia noticing his locked up penis. During the weekend he stayed busy with yard work and distracting her by letting her relax, while he did all the housework. He tried acting like he was sick and slept in the guest bedroom a couple nights. He did noticed she seemed to be dressing extra sexy and tried to get him to make love to her a little more than usual. Which just led to so much frustration for him. But he finally and luckily made it to the next Thursday undetected and he was looking forward to getting released after this session.

Mistress Emily went all out on his feminization this week. His makeup was amazing and combined with the wig, he couldn’t even tell that was him in the mirror, he only saw Claire as the best she has ever looked. Before she started dressing Claire, she told her that she wanted to put a vibrating plug in Claire’s boi pussy. After a week of frustration in chastity, Claire quickly agreed. Claire had a little practice with plugs. As mistress Emily slowly put the plug in, Claire’s chastity was twitching away, which brought joy to mistress Emily. Finally she dressed him in a matching red satin bra and panty set with stockings and garter belt. A pad was put in Claire’s panties, she told him he would need it for any leaking he does in his cage. Next instead of normal clothes, she pulled out a sack. She put the tight sack on Claire and zipped her in it. Claire could barely move. Mistress Emily added to the strictness with leather straps placed at different points around Claire. The final touch was panel gag that completely filled Claire’s mouth. There was no way for Claire to make any type of intelligible sounds, only grunts and moans. Mistress Emily used a remote to turn on the plug. She told Claire she was leaving her here for few minutes to enjoy her situation. Claire barely heard her as she was enjoying everything. Her chastity cage was straining so hard, she was ready to explode. She was about to experience her first sissygasm when suddenly the plug just stopped. Claire let out a huge moan of frustration as she heard the door to the room she was in open. She looked as Mistress Emily walked in, but received a huge shock as she saw Alicia walking in behind her. Claire panicked and struggled in her bounds and tried to roll over to hide her face. She quickly realized how futile it was as mistress Emily and Alicia got to her. She quickly noticed a new trinket on Alicia necklace. It was the key to the chastity cage. This caused more twitching down below and Claire let out a moan.

“So you’re the famous Claire. Emily here tracked me down about a month ago and told me everything about you. That’s right I’ve known for a month now and still let you have your fun. But anyway, at first I was extremely upset, but Emily here quickly calmed me down and explained all the benefits of having a sissy husband. In fact it turned me on quite a bit and well one thing led to another and Emily and I have started a relationship. In fact you could say, I am also her submissive. But don’t worry, we are both superiors to you.” Alicia finished as Mistress Emily came over a kissed her.

“MMMMPPGHGH MMMPPGHGJ!!!” Claire moaned as she fought her restraints and her penis fought its cage.

“I know you noticed the new addition to Alicia’s necklace Claire. I gave it to here right after I locked in on you last week. You didn’t even know she was here. And you had to means to unlock yourself in your own home this entire week.” Mistress Emily said as she kissed her new lover again.

“MMMPPGGH MMMPPGPGGH!!!!!” Claire’s moaned again as the frustrations were building up.

“I have to admit Claire, last week was a lot of fun. You were trying so hard to hide the cage from me all week and I knew about it the entire time. I was even trying to get you to have sex all week and watching your frustration build each day, was orgasmic for me. Well I hope you enjoyed the last time you got off, because that cage isn’t coming off tonight like you thought. In fact it isn’t coming off anytime soon. Which is a good thing, because your little penis is more of a sissy clitty anyway and never really provided me much pleasure.” Alicia paused knowing Claire was about to grunt and moan at not being released. Once Claire tired herself out again, she continued. “It’s a shame you weren’t honest with me about this. But at the same time, I wouldn’t have started this great new relationship with Emily, if you hadn’t brought her into our lives. Also, after tonight Clark no longer exists. Claire is here to stay now and forever. And since I’m such good friends with your boss, I explained what will be happening and she has agreed to hire you back once your sissy training is complete. Not in the same position of course, you will be her sissy secretary. Now it’s a good thing you like bondage, because you’ll be restrained constantly. And of course you will serve as our maid. But we also talked about you being our sissy baby gurl from time to time. But who knows, we might enjoy having you in diapers so much, they might be a part of all your roles, including wearing them to work. Now enjoy your restraints tonight, training starts tomorrow.” Alicia finished and Emily led her over to the bed and they started making out. Not to leave Claire out of the fun, they turned her plug back on. They enjoyed making love to the moans of their new sissy gurl.

I will also be following these rules as I hit the assigned note amount

50 notes: I will upgrade to a medium-sized plug for the remaining duration of my plugged time

100 notes: I will spend $50 on sissy clothing

150 notes: Wear panties 24/7 from now on

200 notes: I will spend $100 on sissy clothing (must be pink)

250 notes: Ride a 6 inch dildo twice a week for 30 min

300 notes: Edge 1 hour every day for the following week

350 notes: Listen to 1 audio file of sissy hypno before bed

400 notes: I must wear 3 inch heels for 30 minutes twice a week.

450 notes: Edge 1 hour every day for the following week

500 notes: Use a large plug now

550 notes: I will get my ears pierced

600 notes: I will now only use feminine shampoo, conditioner, body wash, and deodorant

650 notes: Edge 1 hour every day for the following week

700 notes: I must walk in 4 inch heels for an hour 4 times a week

750 notes: Listen to 30 min of sissy hypno throughout the day

800 notes: Ride a 7 inch dildo 4 times a week for an hour

850 notes: Wear androgynous or feminine clothes at home from now on

900 notes: I will get a navel piercing

950 notes: Listen to sissy hypno every time I do anal

1000 notes: Ride a 8 inch dildo six times a week for an hour

1050 notes: Edge 1 hour every day for the following week

1100 notes: I will wear a sports bra 24/7 from now on

1150 notes: Practice deepthroating during every dildo session

1200 notes: Edge 1 hour every day for the following week

1250 notes: Wear androgynous or feminine clothing in public from now on

1300 notes: Edge 1 hour every day for the following week

1350 notes: Lock myself in ballet heels for 3 hours every day

1400 notes: Wear only super girly clothing at home

1450 notes: From now on edge every day for 2 hours

1500 notes: Buy the most embarrassing humiliating sissy pink dress I can find (with all the ruffles and it locks when zipped up)