Thank you

The tale of a man dominated, control, feminized and sissified by his mistress. She thinks she is making a broken wimp who will be totally under her control. He, of course, has other plans...

Hmmm… where to start? What should I say here? I don’t want to be cruel in what I have to tell you. Not cruel like you have been to me. In fact, I am actually grateful for all that you have done for me. Had you not been as cruel as you have been of late, I would have been perfectly happy to have this go on and on. I love being your sissy. It was actually the realization of all my deepest fantasies when you took charge of my life and made me one. I really have to thank you for all that you have done for me. Even for my tits.

Thinking about all of this turns me on. Even now. It makes my nipples perk up and it makes my cock hard. I like how that feels against my panties. You never seemed to realize just how much of a turn on this has been for me. You thought I would be shamed by it and that you could use my sissification to break me. Why did you misunderstand me so? This could have been much more fun for the two of us if you showed me even a just a little bit more respect. Ah well, you didn’t and now I must leave.

It all started well enough. You knew my job was killing me. I had really lost all interest in the work and I was getting stale at the job. That didn’t diminish my responsibilities or the pressure I was under in the office. I felt very trapped by it all. You were always a take charge woman and I knew you disliked my powerlessness.

So, when you began to be more assertive in our relationship I was only too happy to let you. I guess you mistook that as a further sign of weakness on my part and used it as an excuse to take over my life. Did you really think I didn’t realize what was going on? Hell, I relished it!

That day you demanded I “prove my loyalty to you” by wearing your panties into work was the start of a great adventure for me. Far from being humiliated by it, I was really turned on. I was also very much distracted from the boring work at the office. It was truly a relief. I also felt very happy to wear them because it was our little secret and it also meant you were paying more attention to me.

Soon the panties were followed by the nylons and garter belt. When you saw how compliant I was with it all you bumped it up to include the negligee as well. I supposed you thought I would blanche at the prospect of being found out at work. Hardly. If anyone there actually cared enough to actually look at me that closely I would have been happy to have their attention. Besides, what is the worst they could have done, fire me?

Sure, that would have been a pain. But then I would have been able to sue their asses off is they tried something like that. I have a strong enough character that I would not have been too embarrassed by that sort of discrimination to call them on it. You missed that too.

I have to tell you that I really enjoyed it when you insisted I begin calling you Mistress whenever we were at home. Then came insisting I wear only feminine things at home too. I nearly swooned when you told me I had to do my face up and that you were going to teach me how to put on my own make-up.

You took my sexual excitement as further proof that I “wasn’t much of a man.” Boy, were you wrong. I was just enjoying living out a fantasy. I basked in the attention that your teaching me to be a sissy entailed. I must admit, you really threw yourself into the task.

That weekend you had me stay “en femme” was great! An inner fantasy come to life! I loved the way you controlled me. Yes, I am submissive by nature. That doesn’t mean I am weak. You missed that. I guess you only had those porn videos to teach you about being dominant. Dearest, those aren’t the real thing. Oh, it was fine for a while. You certainly could do the bitch goddess quite well.

I got a real kick out of scurrying to obey your every order and whim. It was the least that I could do. I figured that it was your fantasy to be treated that way just as it was mine to be feminized and dominated. So, I was only too happy to oblige.

At first I thought this wouldn’t last. That you would tire of it eventually. That you would see through my submission and realize that I was actually enjoying it all. Yet, you didn’t. Instead you escalated things. I loved every minute of it. Well, maybe not every minute but enough of them to make it worth it.

That weekend en femme was soon followed by your having me take a week’s vacation to be en femme all the time. God! That was great. A whole week! A whole week of submissiveness. I could dress up each day and prance around the house in all my silky underthings. I loved it!

It really was a vacation for me. I was able to change my focus entirely. I put my everyday life out of my mind and completely focused on being a pretty sissy and on pleasing you, my mistress. It was such a joy to be so carefree.

The sex was good too. I really love going down on you. Always have. Yet, until you took charge of our sex life you seemed almost uninterested in my efforts to please you. Once you assumed command though, you tried using sex as a weapon to control me. I loved that too. It was such a turn on to be “forced” to deny my self pleasure and transfer all that erotic energy to you. You thought that you were subjugating me through this. Well, perhaps, but I loved it anyway.

Now instead of a disinterested woman, I had a supercharged sex kitten who was very demanding. I was only too happy to meet those demands too! I loved having to fluff out my skirts so that I could kneel before you and then bury my face in your pussy. You looked so sexy in your high heels, nylons, garters and leather skirt.

You would laugh at me as I worked my tongue across your clit. There I was in my maid’s outfit, a completely feminized sissy, kneeling before his mistress to please her sexually. You saw a broken, spineless wimp. I saw a man strong enough to submit and live out his fantasies.

When you surprised me that night with a strap-on under your skirt I squealed with glee! I had been wondering how to broach that fantasy to you but you did it for me! God, how I wanted you to fuck me. Yet, I held back. I figured that this was part of the fantasy for you that I resist. I was actually so overcome that it would have been hard for me to tell you any of this at that moment. I really didn’t get a chance to do much talking anyway as you were soon ramming that thing down my throat.

You laughed at the way I gagged on it. Actually, with just a slight shift in angle on your part I could have been throating that dildo with little problem. Later, when you bent me over to fuck me, it was truly a dream come true for me. There I was, dressed up like an overgrown teen slut in my knee highs, cotton panties, and “training bra,” with my skirt hiked up over my butt, and you taking aim with your strap-on at my virgin ass.

Yeah, I am a twisted fuck, I’ll admit that. I actually got off on the pain of it as you rammed into me. I felt so powerless and so completely dominated by you. I loved that. You were so strong and commanding that night. I felt so secure under that sort of strength. Ah, if only you had the real strength of character to back up all the attitude.

After that night, things changed really fast. You took your fucking me as all the proof you needed that I was a completely broken man and a total sissy. You also took charge of every aspect of my life. I was only too grateful for what you did and wanted more. You had just gotten that promotion you were after and the hefty raise that came with it. My job had dead ended so when you demanded I quit it all to become your sissy maid on a fulltime basis I was only too happy to oblige!

I was very happy that our little arrangement turned you on enough that you wanted to make me a “kept woman.” I figured that after a few months of this you would want me to go back to work to ease the pressure on you. Instead you were on this power trip and took your domination of me even further.

After a month of living fulltime as your sissy maid I began to notice some changes. I may be submissive, but I am not stupid. “Vitamins?” Who were you kidding? Sure, I knew I needed to diet. Now that I was living at home I knew I would fatten up unless I was really careful. Besides, I wanted to fit into those clothes as well. So, I was more than happy to diet and do all those weight reduction exercises. I saw right through the whole “vitamin pill” regimen. I know what vitamin pills look like. I also know what they taste like too!

I was living my fantasy though and thought, what the Hell, I’ll give it a shot. Whatever they do, it can always be reversed. I even went so far as to find the bottle they came in to get the prescription information. I looked a few things up on the Web and then called a doctor here in town who works with male to female transsexuals.

I got all the info I needed from him. I even got some better hormones than the ones you were using. It was no small thing to substitute them without your finding out. This way though, the dosage was correct for my body chemistry and I didn’t wind up frying my liver in the process.

After a couple of months on these things we both began to notice the differences. My body was changing into something more feminine. My nipples, always wired right to my cock, now were super sensitive. Damn, I loved that! The way the bras you had me wear rubbed my nipples would drive me wild. You knew that too. I really liked how you would play with my nipples and torment me with them.

You would rub them and rub them and rub them until I was in a frenzy. All the while talking so dirty to me and calling me all sorts of sissy names. I’ve always liked verbal and wished you would talk to me more during our sex play. Now you were doing it in spades. A pity you couldn’t distinguish between hot, sex talk, and actual truths. But it was hot when you were doing it and I’ve always liked thinking with my dick anyway so I left you to it.

In a flash the first six months of this went by. I was in something of an erotic haze. All the constant sex play and stimulation with only the rare release for me, kept me in an almost euphoric state. The Prozac you were slipping me must have helped that too. What else did you use? Oh sure, I had an idea you were doing that when you told me I should do something about my “moodiness.”

That was actually my first time out of the house en femme. You took me to see a psychiatrist friend of yours to “help me with my problem.” No surprise that she turned out to prescribe a whole range of “happy pills” to keep me docile and pliant. Had I taken all of those like the good little sissy then I would have been in a stupor all day and night. Instead, I looked them all up on the computer while you were at work, found their effects, and adjusted my dosage accordingly. I still did take them but not as often as that doctor of yours prescribed. What can I say, I liked the buzz they gave me. I’ve always wanted to see what it would be like to be high for so long and not have to worry about the consequences. So, what better time to do it then when I was “forced” to be a home all the time. It was a wonderful floating time.

I wasn’t really surprised when you told me you were dating other men. For one thing, you had drugged me off into my own little world. You also began to lose interest in me sexually now that you thought I was this broken little wimp of a man. Oh well, your loss. I was quite content with the way things were going.

You were still in charge of my sex, controlling where and when I could climax, and your having me service you sexually whenever you wanted it kept me sexually focused. It was a nice balance. I even got a perverse thrill out of you coming home to me after you had a night on the town. The thought of you having just been in another man’s bed and now being with me was so kinky. Especially when you had me go down on you to lick out all of his cum from your freshly fucked pussy. What a kick!

Soon after that you started up with the butt plugs for me. You had already graduated to that bigger strap-on and now you bought an even bigger one. I was only too happy to “accommodate” you in your desires. By then you had also learned some things about fucking a man. I had learned some things too. I welcomed your having me plug myself because that allowed me the time to massage myself open enough to take the plug and also allowed me to make sure I was lubricated enough as well. This made your fucking me a whole lot more enjoyable. Now there was little, if any, pain when you first rammed into me. I could get into the plowing so much faster and I really liked that. I guess that was part of your plan too.

You would tease me with that strap-on and make me beg you to fuck me with it. I was usually so hot for it I would beg my heart out for you to fuck me. You really reinforced that by making the times you fucked me the only time I could climax. Now I really looked forward to getting plowed.

Combine that with your “forcing” me to “suck your cock” and to lick other guy’s cum from your pussy soon had me in the mindset of actually trying a real cock. You tried humiliating me by threatening to do just that. So, I wasn’t surprised when you started inviting your boyfriends over on your nights out.

Yes, it was humiliating to have other people see me like this. Humiliating in a sexy way that wound up turning me on like nothing else. No, I didn’t care for some of the guys you brought home. They seemed so crude and petty. If you selected them just on the basis of how poorly they would treat me then you succeeded in that. Far from being further broken by this I just took it as your poor taste in men. I felt no competition from these “men.” They were crude, uneducated, and petty. They didn’t get it either.

I guess you had to look real hard to find a guy who would actually get into this whole thing with you. Not many “straight” guys would want another man to suck their cocks. Even a sissified and feminized man. How many did you have to go through before you found Taylor? A lot I’d guess. Well, it was worth it. I really liked Taylor. He was just as kinky as I am. His cock was also beautiful. I was expecting you to pull something like this on me sometime, I just didn’t know which one of your dates it would be.

Taylor seemed almost eager to see how your little sissy would take to being “forced” to suck his cock while you watched. Another example of my debasement for you but another fantasy come true for me. All that practice on your strap-ons paid off that night. I throated his cock like some back alley pro. I really was proud of myself. I know what it feels like to get a good blow job (something you never could quite master) so I did my best to be sure I was giving one to him.

Taylor was fun, for a first timer. Steve though, Steve was much more than fun. He was a real find. Not only would he let your sissy maid suck his cock – he even wanted to fuck your sissy too! That was really something. You had been “threatening” me with this for months. Teasing me about it. Telling me how worthless a man I was for even allowing the possibility it might happen. It was a good thing you had locked my cock down in that chastity cage or else it would have betrayed me right then and there.

It took you some time to set it up but I’ll give you points for persistence. You finally did find a guy who was interested in you and wouldn’t mind doing something a bit more “kinky.” By then I had been on those “vitamins” for almost a year and a half.

With what little money I had left in my savings account you had made me buy an entirely new feminine wardrobe and then you threw out all my male clothes. No big loss, I had slimmed down so much that none of them would have fit me anyway. Besides, I really liked the clothes that I had bought. I now had outfits that were better than yours anyway. I always did have a eye for that. A pity you never let me dress you. Anyway, back to Steve.

The week leading up that night had been particularly harsh. Not only had you been incessant in your sexual demands, but you also began flogging and caning me on a daily basis instead of just during our SM sessions on the weekends. Far from breaking me this just kept me in an almost over-stimulated state the entire time. I was literally ready for anything the night you brought him over.

You had had me dress in my sexiest fetish French Maid’s outfit. I really like that dress. The skirt is soo short, I hardly have to bend over very far for it to show my ass. You had me wear a new pair of seemed nylons and my garters with the pink bows on each strap. I was also in my pink satin corset that was drawing me in to almost breathless proportions. I loved the feel of that around my sides. My hair had grown out to the point that I no longer needed a wig and I was long past the point of being awkward in putting on my own makeup. I did look flawless even if I do say so myself.

A vision of sissified femininity and all packaged for a good fuck. I had some idea that this would be the night because you had me plug myself earlier in the day with an extra large dildo but then had me remove it just before he came over. This was replaced with one of those female condoms so that I was immediately accessible and so that no one would need a rubber before they took me. I was hot, primed, lubed, and ready to go. Steve could sense this immediately.

It was all he could do to keep his hands off of me when I answered the door that evening. I wanted him so bad. But, I stayed in role and played the docile sissy to my dominant mistress. You looked pretty good that night. Good but not great. All those long days at the office were starting to show on you. You were getting a bit pudgy even then. Still though, you had the attitude and the charm to overcome all that. You took charge right off and soon you and Steve were upstairs in our bedroom going at it.

Sure enough, after I had heard you climax three or four times I then heard you ringing the “maid’s bell” for me to come rushing in to attend to your commands. I had just finished putting a nice coat of lip gloss on my red coated lips so I know they looked particularly succulent as I entered the room.

You were laying there in the bed, obviously very well fucked by him, and you had Steve get up out of the bed and stand beside you. I remember it well. First you had me kneel by the bedside as you shifted around and presented me with your pussy. The sex smell was wonderfully heady. I eagerly began lapping your juices as soon as you gave me the command to do so. All too soon though you pushed me off of your lower lips and turned me to face Steve’s wonderful cock.

Kneeling there in my French Maid’s uniform, my high heels pressed into my garter belt covered ass, and my cock painfully caged in its chastity belt, I was face to face with Steve’s cock. It was still glistening with your juices and there was even a strand of precum beginning to drool from its tip. It was all I could do not to quickly lean in and lick that strand up before if fell on to the carpet and was lost to me.

Instead, I remained the submissive little sissy and awaited my mistress’s command to take Steve’s cock into my sissy mouth. Even with the licking I had just given your pussy I knew my lips were still nicely made up and glistening. I did not have long to wait for you really enjoy watching me such another man’s cock. Shortly you got your show. My cheeks would bulge outward as I took his shaft past my lips. God, I loved this! The perversity of it was wonderful.

Everything in me was tingling. My cock was painfully hardening, my nipples were so damned hard I thought they would burst through my uniform! I started rocking back and forth and was soon completely throating his cock and burying my face in his pubes. You laughed at that. You said I was a sissy faggot. That I was not a real man at all. That I deserved what had happened to me. I was too far gone enjoying Steve’s cock in my mouth to much care what you were saying. Soon though, you stopped my fun.

You reached out and grabbed my hair and pulled my head back off of Steve’s cock. “Alright sissy, since you like it so much, now you’re really going to get it!” you said to me with a sneer. Still holding on to my hair, you dragged me to the end of the bed and half way onto the mattress. You then quickly attached the shackles to my wrists and secured those to the far corners of the bed frame. I knew what was coming for you had me in this position many’s the time before when you would fuck me with your strap-on. This time though, I knew it would not be a strap-on plowing me but rather, Steve’s cock.

I felt Steve move behind me and reach under my skirt. I loved how that felt. The way he caressed my ass under the ruffles and frills of my Maid’s outfit felt wonderful. By then you had moved some pillows around so that you could lean back while jamming your pussy into my face. With the way I was bound I couldn’t have twisted away from it even if I had wanted to. Twisting away though was the last thing I would have wanted. I was lucky with your pussy covering my mouth. That way you couldn’t really hear my moans of pleasure at the prospect of finally being fucked by a man. This was something I had fantasized about for years and here it was about to finally happen.

Steve the flipped up my skirt so that he could clearly see my ass and my rosebud. He stroked each of my ass cheeks and traced the straps of my garters as they ran down around my butt. I felt his cock nose its way onto my ass lips. With a bit of careful positioning and a little pressure he found his target. I knew I was about to get plowed. I was right. Once sure of his aim, Steve then took hold of my corset pinched waist and jammed his cock all the way into me. Nothing subtle here. Just a power fuck. Damn, I loved that.

Almost as soon as he rammed all the way into me, you climaxed. I felt your pussy spasm under my tongue and I tasted even more of your juices flow out onto my lips. It was all I could do to keep licking your clit as the waves of pleasure rolled through me. I loved it. So too did Steve.

He pulled out most of the way and then rammed back in, grinding his cock deep within me. He was letting me know who was boss and I loved it! I was wanted more of it. This was far better than any strap-on. Far better. I knew then that I was now ruined for anything less than real cock. It was a good thing my mouth was full of your pussy or I would have said so right then. Not clearly perhaps but my cries of pleasure would have been all the proof anyone would ever need to know it.

Instead I just kept on licking your pussy, you kept on cumming onto my lips, and Steve kept on fucking my garter belt framed ass. It was wonderful. I wish it could have gone on forever. As it was it went on for quite a while. Too soon though my constant clenching down on Steve’s cock was having its affect. I felt his cock get even harder within me and then he rammed into me even more fiercely and I heard him growl as he climaxed behind me. With that, he leaned forward, pressed my face deeper into your pussy and the two of you began kissing again. It was almost like I was not there. I felt completely used. Used for both you and Steve’s pleasure. Used as a sex toy for your perversions. I loved that! It felt great! I was a fantastic turn on. I wanted more of it.

Soon, you pulled my face off of your pussy and Steve pulled himself out of my ass. It was then that I learned another virtue of that condom in my ass: I was now free to lick Steve’s cock clean of his cum from fucking me. Even more perversity! It was a wonderful evening of debauchery.

I slept on the floor that night. Chained by my ankle to the bed. I was exhausted and very content. I drifted off to sleep listening to you and Steve idly discuss your plans to further feminize and humiliate me. I had almost made up my mind to tell you how much I was enjoying all of this as I drifted off to sleep. In the morning I’ll tell you. In the morning. This time for sure. Well, that didn’t happen.

As usual I awoke before you and I used that time to contemplate what had happened the previous night. Although I still had plans to tell you my actual feelings, I decided to let them wait a while. At least until Steve had left and we had a chance to talk. That didn’t happen either.

Once we were all up and I had made the two of you your breakfasts, serving you in bed as usual, you told me of your feelings and of your plans. I was not upset that Steve was then to move in. I actually looked forward to getting more of his wonderful cock. You also hinted at something about taking my subjection up to another level. By then my cock had started straining in its cage again so I really didn’t follow you too closely. I guess I should have.

The two of you spent the rest of the day in bed, calling me in only to bring you your meals or to lick the two of you clean of all your fucking. That night Steve did leave and you put on your biggest strap-on. I had been a good sissy so you were going to reward me by fucking me until I came. You took off the chastity cage and then plowed on in to my ass. Even as rough as Steve was the previous day, his fucking seemed to have more finesse than you and your strap-on. It just felt better inside too. Oh, don’t get me wrong. I still enjoyed getting fucked by you, I always do. It was just that I had now been well fucked by the real thing and no strap-on would compare after that. I was still able to climax wonderfully though.

I wrapped my nylon covered legs around you as you slammed into my ass. You reached down and began to tweak my nipples and that sent me right over the edge. I was soon spurting jets of cum right up to my chin. My climax was that intense. Unfortunately it was not you I was thinking of as I was going over the edge, it was Steve and his cock. His wonderful cock. Fucking me senseless. I loved it.

Things seemed to happen even faster after that. Steve moved in and now you were having me submit to him as I was to you. This soon came to include giving him almost as many blowjobs as I was giving you head. I was in Heaven! Sexual servitude to both a woman AND a man! Total submission and complete servitude. I was perfectly happy.

You however, were not satisfied. I don’t know why you wanted me to suffer. Your dominance over me and your feminization of me didn’t seem to satisfy you. You wanted to break me. Perhaps you sensed that I was actually enjoying all of this, I don’t know. What I do know however, is that you took things too far. Not what you did next but the way you did it. You violated my trust in you and you showed how little respect for me you had. Those two things are what really marked the beginning of the end between us.

That night, while Steve was off somewhere else that evening, you and I got into a particularly hard scene. You really laid into me with the cane. I was in deep pain from that. You pushed me mercilessly – far harder than you normally do. Then you put the canes away and began working me up sexually. You unlocked my cock cage and began playing with my cock and balls while rubbing my oh-so sensitive nipples. This was an abrupt change in gears but, hey, it felt really good so I went along with it.

You had been commenting on how nice my breasts were looking. Telling me that I was really getting good at forcing them up to look like I was developing actual breasts. You still didn’t know that I knew of your hormone treatments. Did you really think I wouldn’t have noticed I was developing actual breasts? Well you just kept on stroking my nipples and caressing my breasts as you swung over my bound form and mounted me. This was really wonderful for you hardly ever did that at this point. With such stimulation it really didn’t take long for you to have me right at the edge. As per your training of me though, I didn’t cum right then. I had to have your permission first.

I really liked that you had that much control over my sex that I had to ask you for permission to cum. It was a turn on for me to have to beg for it. Tonight was a bit different though. As I was about to cum you reached under the pillow and took something out from under it. You leaned in close and told me to thrust up into you. Soon I had established a rhythm and was right on the edge again. I began begging you for permission to cum. You smiled, looked me right in the eyes, brutally squeezed one of my nipples with one hand, told me to cum right then, and jabbed something into my arm with your other hand.

All those sensations were too much and I shot hard and deep within you. My elation from my climax soon began to turn to something else as I felt myself begin to slip away. I distinctly remember you laughing though. Laughing a rather cruel laugh as you got up off of my spent cock, shifted yourself around and planted your pussy onto my face. I was out of it entirely before I had a chance to lap at my cum dripping from you lips. I know that you smeared my face with it though for that is one of the first things I felt when I woke up in the hospital.

I awoke there in a slow progression of increasing awareness. I felt awful. Nauseous. As my awareness returned I began feeling all sorts of aches and pains throughout my body. Everything felt stiff. As if I hadn’t been able to move for some time. I soon realized why, I was strapped down to the bed. I also realized it was not our bed but a bed in some sort of medical facility. It was all I could do not to panic.

I guess that had I really been the spineless wimp you thought me to be I would have panicked. However, I am stronger than that so I began to try and sort things out. As I came further out of the mental fog I had been in I noticed something very different feeling about my chest. It felt like someone had used it as a punching bag. It was incredibly sore. It also looked different. I couldn’t really tell for it was hard to look down and the blanket was covering it. At this point my heart rate must have spiked up enough for the attendant to notice and she quietly came into the room. I didn’t have a chance to react or ask any questions before she did something to the IV running into my arm and I drifted off again.

The next thing I knew I was hearing your voice. You were there in the room talking to me. I came out of things much faster this time. I was still in the same place and still bound to the bed but I felt much better this time.

“Wha… What.. What happened?” I finally asked once I got my mouth working.

“Well my sissy man. I finally got tired of you pretending to be a girl with no tits so I thought I would help you out. With your flat chest you aren’t much of a woman and with your wimp of a personality you aren’t much of a man either. You know how I don’t like doing things by halves so, I decided that I wanted you to have a nice set of tits. Now no one will mistake you for a man. Not that many would have before anyway. But now it is definite! Congratulations! You now really are a sissy!”

With this you pressed the controller on the bed to raise me up and she drew off the blanket. “Look over there at the mirror. I’ve placed it so that you can see your lovely breasts. Aren’t they gorgeous! Such perky tits for my little sissy! You should be grateful!”

I was amazed. Stunned. You really had gone and done it. I now had tits. Big, beautiful tits. Not some cheap boob job either. Oh no, not from you. You had bought me the best pair of tits that money could buy. Truth be told, they were bigger and better formed than yours. I was simply too shocked to say anything but stare at myself in the mirror.

My next thought was pretty obvious and you had anticipated it. You laughed and reached over to pat my crotch. “Oh don’t you worry your little sissy head about your little wanker. It’s still there. Along with your sissy balls. For now.” My relief was obvious for you laughed even harder. You then unsnapped my restraints and helped my up out of the bed. I was stiff from the forced immobility and the weight on my chest felt very, very odd.

I had tits! Real tits! No more falsies! No more pushups! No more taping the skin to bunch it up above my corset. No more spending hours applying blush between my pecs to make it seem like I had cleavage for now I really did have cleavage! Real tits! Well, perhaps not entirely real but as real as a lot of girls get these days!

This was a huge step. A step a lot bigger than I would have taken myself. Yeah, I had fantasized about it but those were only fantasies. This was reality. Now it was no longer a case of dressing up and pretending. That took some of the fun out of it. Some of the charge was gone. I really did enjoy pretending being a woman while remaining fully a guy beneath it all. This was more than I wanted.

You also didn’t even ask me about it. That really hurt. No build-up, no persuasion, just a simple decision on your part put me under the knife. Why? Did you really feel the need to hurt me? Didn’t you trust me any more? This was major surgery. I had to have been out for hours at least. Well, maybe not but I was out for long enough. You had no right to do this. I have no idea how you got a doctor to do all this. I know I had not signed any release forms or anything like that.

Even as I was running my hands across my new and perfect breasts I knew something had died here. I knew I could no longer trust you ever again. That made me sad. Even with everything we had gone through over the past years I was still in love with you and wanted only to please you. Then you did something like this. I began to cry. I cried for what was lost between us.

As further proof of just how cruel and uncaring you had become you took my tears as being those of defeat. The look in your eyes was awful. So vindictive and heartless. You really thought you had me then. Yet it was at precisely at that moment that you really lost me. Such a shame. We could have gone so much further together.

You shuffled me back to the bed and left me to my thoughts. Later that day you came in again and took me home this time. That was a real experience. I was dressed in a loose fitting shirt and a pair of Capri pants. Getting the new bra on was an experience on its own. My new breasts were still very tender so it took me far longer than usual to get everything hooked up. I was grateful for the added support though.

Once we got home Steve was a sight to see. He was totally surprised by what you had done to me. He kept staring at my tits and telling you how fantastic they looked. He could not keep his hands off of them either! Even as tender as they were I thrilled to his touch. You didn’t.

I could tell that you were none too pleased with Steve’s reaction to me and my new tits. Well honey, that is your own damn fault. My tits were now much bigger than yours and a whole lot prettier too! You can’t really fault a man for liking that now can you? I couldn’t. I liked it.

After a day of lounging around in my room while I recovered from the operation I was soon back up and about doing my normal chores. My breasts looked wonderful even under the bruises. Bruises I was used to. I actually kind of liked them. When you and I played hard I liked the resulting bruises. They were like trophies to me. Still though, I was really looking forward to when they would clear off of my tits and I could see them without any blemishes.

That first week at home after my little trip to the doctor’s was a real eye opener for me. You had become a very grumpy and unhappy woman. Steve on the other hand was like a kid in a candy store. He now had two women to play with. He took full advantage of that by taking full advantage of me. That was fun.

He took every opportunity to play with me that he could. He was constantly touching and fondling my new tits. He would even take time off from work to come over during the day and work me up instead. I had never been so well fucked so often as that. It was great.

Of course, there was only so much of poor Steve to go around and even he, as good a lover as he is, could “keep it up” (so to speak) for that long and do justice to the two of us. No surprise that his attentions to you began to suffer. This was anything but what you had planned. Sorry about that kiddo, but you were the one who called the shots on this one.

Soon enough you had developed another scheme to show me who was boss. While Steve was a real prize the men you found next were anything but. Sure, they had no problem fucking the snot out of some “little sissy faggot with tits” but they were nothing compared to Steve. I think you must have deliberately selected the cruelest and most undesirable men you could find. At least you insisted I put in my condom. Your sense of self preservation must have been at work there more than any concern for me. After all, the last thing you wanted to do was catch some disease from your sissy. Small favors yes, but I was glad for it.

Those next few weeks were not a whole lot of fun for me. Sure, I was getting fucked almost relentlessly. Time and again and by so many different guys. Every night it seemed like there was yet another guy hanging off of you as you came in the door. One quick suck or hard fuck and then the would be gone. Sometimes I hardly even saw their faces. I really felt like an uncared for piece of meat then.

Steve didn’t like this either. Part of it was his feelings for me. Part of it was his feelings for you. You had changed. You had become so much more mean and uncaring. Your ego was really screaming then. Constantly bitchy and unsatisfied. Not a pretty picture.

If your giving me tits had started me on the path to leave, your actions over the following weeks really clenched it. So, I began to take stock of my life. You thought I had been reduced to this helpless little sissy wimp who was utterly broken and completely dependant upon you. Well, as usual you were completely wrong about me once again.

True, I was now an almost fully feminized sissy. My tits had healed up enough that no bruises showed. My figure was slim enough and I had over two years of practice in being en femme all the time. I could pass quite well thank you very much. Quite well indeed.

Long ago you had taken my wallet from me, had me cut up my credit cards, and sign over my accounts to you. I was actually relieved to do that because making all those damn payments was a real pain. That you wanted to shoulder all that extra burden was fine by me. Now here I was fully free and clear. Far from being an obstacle I found this to be a great advantage.

I had been busy during all those days spent at home as a kept little sissy. While you were off at work I had been busy on-line. Once I had finished all my daily chores I would fire up the PC and begin taking my on-line courses. I had wanted to do something like this for years and years but never had the time. Now I did. Not a whole lot of time but each day I kept at it and it really added up over those many days.

Sitting there one morning in my maid’s uniform and with your juices still smeared on my face with the taste of Steve’s cum still in my mouth, I completed the last of those on-line courses. I now was a certified Java programmer! I now had a new skill for a new career! Those high tech companies could give a good god damn who or what you were just so long as you could program!

I really wanted to share this new joy with you but, instead, I kept it quiet. You were a very angry and unhappy woman right then. I also realized that you were becoming rather dangerous. If you would stoop to knocking me out and then putting me under the knife to give me tits, you might also do that to take away something as well! I did not want to find that out the hard way.

So I then filed for name change and a gender change with the DMV. That took some time but I figure it would not be that long if I kept at it. This too was something I had planned to surprise you with. It would have been something to show my devotion to you. Instead it became my secret means of escape.

As soon as my new driver’s license came in I was on the phone applying for a whole new set of credit cards. As soon as those came in I was out the door. I had set up a whole series of job interviews out on the Coast. All with my new identity and new skills. I don’t figure that it will be any problem getting a good job at all.

I am sorry to have to leave like this but I know it is for the best. We really could have had so much more fun together had you been even a little bit more respectful and trustworthy. I still do love you. In a way. And I am thankful for all you have done for me. The past few years have been, on the whole, wonderful. I have gotten to live out so many of my fantasies while enjoy a life of pampered privilege. Well perhaps not pampered but I was a “kept woman” during all this time.

I know you had to work extra hard at your job to support the two of us with me at home. I also know that my tits must have cost a bundle. Still though, you were the one who called the shots here. I would gladly have gone back to work to help out but you wanted me to feel helpless and completely dependant upon you. Your choice but that much extra work really squeezed you.

Even with Steve living with us and paying his share only helped so much. It also didn’t help that he became more attracted to me than you. You chose it to be that way. You were the one who told me that I should look pretty all the time. You were the one who controlled my diet to make me nice and “sissy thin” as you put it, while you started to pork out. All those late nights at the office earning all the extra money needed to feminize me. A pity you won’t be around to really enjoy it with me.

Even having all those men fuck me so often wasn’t all bad. Sure, I didn’t much care for them as individuals but the idea of it was kind of hot. It also showed me that I can really please a man if I am of a mind to. Steve knows that. I suck cock a lot better than you and my ass, even after being stretched by all those dildos, is still tighter than your pussy.

As you sow, so shall ye reap. Had you not been the one to sow all those seeds of dissension I would have been with you still. However, you had to get all bitchy, cruel, disrespectful, and untrustworthy. Now I am free of you and free from your control of me.

Now I am free to start a new life out here and do so on my terms. I’ve a fantastic wardrobe with all sorts of sexy outfits that I truly love to wear. I am, thanks to you, into all sorts of kinky stuff and have a real hunger for sex. Especially if it is sex with a nicely hung man or a sexy, tasty woman.

From the way I learned to handle Steve I also know I will be able to handle any man to get what I want. Like I said, getting a job in my new life will be very easy. Perhaps I’ll drop Steve a line once I am all set up out here. I’m sure he would like to play again if given the opportunity.

In the meantime, I really do want to thank you. Thank you for everything you have done for me. Even for everything that you have done to me. Far from breaking me it has made me stronger and given me a fresh start on life. A start with a whole bunch of “extras.” Extras like the ones under my bra and the one under my skirt.

So, don’t be too unhappy or upset as you read this note. I know it is a surprise for you but I also know you will handle it. Just don’t take it out too hard on Steve. I mean, if you do that he will most likely leave as well and then you will be there all alone. I wouldn’t want to see that.

OK, I don’t want to get too melodramatic here. I have a flight to catch and new life to start. Thank you dear. Thanks for everything.

Love,

Your Sissy.