Sissy Training Program Ch. 03

Sissy Training Program

By Sissy Marcy

Synopsis: Curious Man is Blackmailed and Trained as a Sissy.

Keywords: crossdressing, femdom, blackmail, bondage, spanking, slavery, MM, FM

3. Reciting the Ten Sissy Rules While Bound

I was tied up and unable to escape as a video camera continued recording everything that was happening to me.

My domina said "Now for the sissy rules. You will be happy to know that you already completed the first rule. I will hold up a card with a rule written on it. You will read that rule exactly as it is written. If you mumble or say it wrong, I will make you say it over again. I will then hold up the next card with another rule written it and you will read that one. There are ten rules."

She held up a series of cards while I read them all out loud:

Sissy Rules:

1. Sissys surrender to bondage under her mistress without resistance or objection

2. Sissys wear underwear that are bikinis, panties or thongs, which are either brightly colored, satin or lace

3. Sissys shave their skin smooth and hairless everywhere below the ears

4. Sissys manicure and polish their fingernails and toenails

5. Sissys never masturbate and can only cum when touched by others

6. Sissys enema their ass and maintain a clean and presentable anus

7. Sissys never wear pants in the presence of mistress' boyfriends

8. Sissys serve their mistress domestically as trained sissy-maids

9. Sissys respond to fondling by cuddling and caressing back

10. Sissys accept dildos, plugs and cocks inside the mouth and up the ass

I really didn't like the last rule and resisted saying it clearly enough for her. After saying it wrong two times in a row, she walked behind me and paddled my ass several more times. My ass was raw after the previous spanking, it hurt badly and I winced in pain. After that, I relented and read the last rule properly.

She said "Finally. You will be expected to memorize these rules and recite them in order upon my command."

I was not certain when that test would happen but hoped to escape before then.

She said "We already accomplished rule one because you are tied up right now. Tell me how proud of yourself for putting the first rule into practice."

I said, "I'm proud of myself for allowing you to tie me up." In my mind I was thinking no way this is true. Her tying me up is when this interaction started going too far and led to the unwanted video recording.

Then she made me ask to be trained in rule #2. She was recording more video of me asking for this treatment making it impossible to argue that I was forced.

I said everything she told me to. Sometimes she did not use written cards and made me ask for things in my own words. It didn't have to be the exact words but I would be spanked if I wasn't clear and enthusiastic when speaking. For example, I said "I have too many cum stains in my violet panties. Please buy pink panties suitable for a sissy like me to change into. You can use the money in my wallet."

She found my wallet in the shorts I was wearing earlier and walked down the isle leaving me alone again; defenseless and defeated.

A fat white guy with a beard saw me as he was walking by. He got very close, pinched my ass and said I looked cute. His fat fingers were strong and hurt my tender inflamed ass skin. He noticed how pink my ass was and continued his lewd compliments. He even pulled up the rear waistband to give me a deep wedgie and reveal more of my ass to his view. Even though his advances were unwelcome, I didn't say anything and just allowed him to man-handle my ass.

Mistress returned with pink panties in hand. She saw what the man was doing and did nothing to stop him.

She said, "Could you stand in front of this sissy while I change her panties? There isn't supposed to be nudity at this event." She referred to me using a female pronoun for the first time. I expected that she would be treating me as a sissy female more and more from now on.

He jumped at the opportunity and stood in front of me and hugged me as she pulled down my purple underwear. He pressed his body into mine and my naked cock was squeezed into the front of his shorts. I could feel that his cock was hard. I felt so inferior to him because I was completely naked being embraced by a fully clothed fat man who, unlike me, was free to leave whenever he wanted.

While this is going on, I had to lift each foot off the floor to step out of my cum stained purple bikini. Then I had put a foot into the new panties that my mistress selected for me. It was difficult with this man hugging me. I could not see my feet with him in the way. Finally, with the help of my domina, I was able to put one foot through each leg opening of my new panties. I felt the silky material slowly being pulled up my legs. I could feel a narrow strip of fabric slip between my ass cheeks. I discovered that I was now wearing thongs.

She recognized another man with tattoos that appeared to be from another booth and walked away to talk to him. While the two were talking, they watched me from a distance as the fat guy continued groping me.

I squirmed and twisted but I could not avoid the man's touches, could not escape that sensual feelings of the thong. Somehow I got an erection against my will.

Without warning, the fat man lost interest and walked away. Of course, I couldn't walk away and continued standing there with an erection in my pink panties. I looked down to get a better view of what I was wearing. The panties were cut for a woman and had less capacity than what I previously was wearing. The outline of my hard cock was clearly visible and it was obvious that it was pointing diagonal to the left. My cock-head poked halfway out under the lacy waistband. I became concerned that I would break the nudity rule, attract more attention, and probably get in trouble. Squirming and knee lifting would not reposition my cock and it seemed that there was nothing I could do to stop embarrassing myself in front of all these perverts walking by. My only option was to calm down, relax and try to let my erection subside. The camera continued recording my struggles to contain myself.

My dominatrix finished her conversation and walked back to me clearly amused about how turned turned on I was. She said "I can see how excited you are to become a sissy!"

She paused and smiled, then said "Are you ready for the third rule? Tell me, what is Sissy rule number 3?"

I had to recite the third rule from memory. "Sissys keep their bodies smooth and hairless below the ears."

Then was I forced to ask for it in my own words. I had to make something up that would not piss her off. I didn't have much time to think about it and said "Please mistress, send me to a salon to have my body hair waxed off." I cringed when I said it because I knew how much hair waxing hurt.

She smiled when she heard my idea.

The man she was talking to earlier returned to give her a thick leather neckband. She latched it around my neck and I heard a distinct snap sound when she locked it on me.

"This is a special collar. When I press the button on this device on my hand, you will receive a painful electric shock". She held up the remote, pressed the button, and electricity painfully coursed through my body. I screamed in pain and jumped around while she smiled at how well it worked. She then dialed a number on the phone, put it on speaker-phone and held the phone to my ear. A lady on the phone answered "Rianna's Spa and Salon". By the sound of her voice and the name of the place. She slapped my thong covered ass to encourage me to answer. I said "This is Sissy Marcy and I would like to schedule an appointment. I would like to wax my entire body including legs, arms, chest, everything below my chin.". After answering a few more humiliating questions and asking for the next available appointment, the salon said "We have an opening in a hour." Of course, I was compelled to accept.

She said "I am going to let you down now. I will shock you if you disobey or resist anything I tell you to do." I felt my arms being lowered and how numb they had become after being stretched above my head for so long. As she removed my wrist cuffs she said, "The salon is about ten blocks down the road. Since you will be walking there along a public street, you will need to wear something more than you have on right now. Your old clothes you are gone. We will go to the other vendors here and choose something to wear that befits a sissy like you."

This was going too far, I could not believe she was expecting me to actually do this. I complained "Please mistress, don't make me do this. Can you please just give me my clothes back?"

She said "Shut up!", grabbed my shoulders to spin me around and paddled my ass while saying "Stop being a sissy baby!"

When I squirmed and stepped away, I felt a zap in my shock collar. My mistress shouted "Sissy, stand over here and put your hands on top of your head."

I hesitated, was shocked again, and then took the position as instructed.

Another long zap of electricity was delivered to my shock collar. I tensed up but managed to maintain my hands on my head. She shouted "Chin up! And keep it up while counting out loud."

She delivered another 10 spanks with the paddle while I counted out loud. It was similar to my last spanking except that I was now facing away from the public, so that my inflamed sissy ass was on full display. I wasn't tied up this time and kept my hands on my head so it appeared that I was a willing participant. The spanks really hurt, my knees trembled, I squatted over a few times in response to that terrible ping pong paddle, but I maintained my feet in position. Fortunately, I counted well enough to avoid a restart and any additional spankings. I would have to just do what she says and hopefully escape when she lets me out of here.

She walked away and said "Follow me".

I was going to follow her every order and hopefully get out of this predicament in the next few minutes. I followed closely behind my beautiful domina and started at her cute ass and admired how the snug fabric showed her every curve. Onlookers could see her revealing clothes, but then they would see me only pink panties following along like a little sissy pansy. Still I continued walking past all the other booths and the stares of numerous people. It was a walk of shame that I had to endure because my domina made me.

When we passed by the lingerie shop with the hot blond from earlier, she recognized me and said "You are the pervert from before."

My mistress stopped, and stated that her sissy needs to buy something to wear outside. They both stared at me as my domina said "Choose something sissy." and then, in a domineering tone, "This woman will assist you in your choice. You will try it for her and she will decide if its appropriate."

All of the choices were skimpy and revealing and there wasn't any shorts or pants. So I picked a somewhat conservative looking black dress.

She said no black. This woman was not going to let me get away so easily.

I picked a little yellow dress and tried it on for her, but she said it didn't fit right.

She had me put on a pleated miniskirt, and twirl around for her to see. I had to pick a color that wasn't black so I picked white. Bad choice. It was super feminine, just barely low enough to cover my my ass and my pink thong would be visible through the thin material. The waistband kept it tightly in position. It was too tight to pull it down further, but the hem at the bottom of the pleated skirt was loose and flimsy. She picked a blouse for me to wear, in pink to match my panties.

My mistress paid the lady with a credit card, which I noticed was my own card. Which meant that I would the embarrassing charge on my statement that I would have to pay without complaint. Worst yet, my name was on the card, so they knew my name, despite my wishes to stay anonymous. Again, my domina was in total control and was outing me to more and more people.