Forced Sissification

author......Michael

Timothy pulled the flowered, satin panties up over his waist.

Mistress Lisa had ordered her slave to dress as a slut for the evening and Timothy had done as the Mistress had commanded, even going so far as to adorn himself with blue eye shadow, fake lashes, and ruby red lipstick.

"Now turn around, bitch," Lisa commanded brusquely. "I want to see how that sweet, little ass of yours looks in frilly panties."

SMAACK!

Mistress Lisa playfully swatted at Timothy bottom, hard enough to hurt him.

The slave looked up at his Mistress from beneath his pretty blonde wig and crossed his arms across his chest, perhaps subconsciously thinking that he had breasts there.

Young Timothy's body language was unmistakable; he was ashamed and humiliated to be dressed like this. And yet, the bulge in his black, satin panties was unmistakable as well.

"Pick up the tube top," Mistress Lisa commanded.

"You may put it on next," she whispered coarsely in Timothy's ear.

The Mistress was very close to her submissive now, running her nails over the smooth flesh of Timothy's thigh.

Mistress Lisa had commanded her slave to shave his body in preparation for this evening, even in his most secret of places.

Mistress Lisa was pleased to see that Timothy had done so thorough a job; her fingertips glided easily over the silky skin of his leg.

"I said to get dressed slut," Mistress Lisa hissed at her submissive.

"Hurry up and pull the top on, I'm sure that a little bitch like you won't need a bra." Mistress Lisa smiled mockingly at Timothy.

The slave, for his part, used both hands to pull the lavender tube top up over his body, wiggling comically as he did so. The fabric was tight around Timothy's chest, allowing the outline of his hardened nipples to be clearly evident through the thin fabric.

Mistress Lisa tweaked one of these buds between her index finger and thumb, pinching hard as she did so.

"Little slut, she hissed at Timothy once again.

"Little whore, don't you know that everyone can see you perky little tits through your top. How does that make you feel, slut?"

Timothy said nothing, too embarrassed to speak.

Instead, the slave looked submissively down at the floor beneath him, biting down on his lower lip. Timothy knew that the Mistress was right, that everyone would be looking at him in this ridiculous outfit.

Timothy also knew that there was no way that he would ever be able to pass himself off as a woman in public and this thought only added to the young man's shame, to his humiliation.

Timothy felt his face grow red once more as beads of sweat formed beneath his wig.

"Put on your stockings and shoes," Mistress Lisa ordered her slave.

"No need for that expensive dress, I seriously doubt that a cheap little whore such as yourself would have much use for it anyway."

Timothy sat at the edge of the bed, stooping down to pull a black fishnet stocking up over his leg.

"Is the Mistress serious?" Timothy wondered to himself.

"Is she really going to take me out in public without even so much as a skirt to cover myself?"

Timothy could not believe his own thoughts, that he was seriously concerned at that moment not to be allowed to don women's clothing.

Timothy felt incredibly cheap, as if he had been reduced to the role of a submissive little wench and that every vestige of his manhood had been stripped away by Mistress Lisa.

As Timothy hiked another stocking up over his other leg, trying desperately to get the seam straight, he looked in the mirror across the room and realized that he looked cheap as well, like the kind of transvestite hooker men visit in back alleys for five-dollar blow jobs.

Timothy realized what he had become now, nothing but a five-dollar whore.

"Get on the floor, bitch," Mistress Lisa commanded as she spread her naked thighs wide apart beneath the white, terry cloth bathrobe.

"I know better than to take a cheap trollop like you out on the streets looking like that."

Mistress Lisa absent-mindedly stroked the embroidered gold crest just above her chest.

"There is now telling what might happen, what diseases you might pick up. I think that I will keep you here with me for weekend, keep that little slut ass of yours tied up nice and tight for the duration.

Mistress Lisa toyed with the locks of the blonde wig situated beneath her knees.

Without waiting for Timothy to answer, Mistress Lisa unfastened the belt of her robe and settled back onto the bed.

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