The Sperm Sissy

I groaned, nervously standing outside of the building, thirty minutes early for my interview. Job searching fucking sucked, and I hated it. Send thirty resumes out a day, hear back from maybe one (and NEVER the one you wanted), only to show up for a terrible interview from people who couldn't care less. The worst.

Which was why I hated even more how optimistic I was about this one, a vague posting but certainly good pay, even close to my place! The only weird thing was it being a sperm bank, a place I would never have imagined working at in my life. They almost seemed like a myth, the idea that people show up to cum in tiny rooms, terrible porn scattered about, to impregnate others after reading through a profile...

More like a bad sci-fi plot if you ask me.

Yet here I was, walking through the doors with a huff, sitting patiently in the waiting room. I had chosen to show up as Rory, which was occurring more and more these days, wearing my cute 'secretary' look. Light blue blouse, with enough ruffles to keep me entertained, black pleated skirt to hide my caged clit, fairly appropriately lengthed. Okay it was probably too short, but I didn't care. Seamed beige stockings and some black stiletto's completed the look, legs pressed together as I patiently waited to be called.

I sat there for what seemed like ages, ignoring the hungering stares from donors as they walked through the door. Each one making me blush, my clit aching in its little cage, happy I hadn't chosen a tighter skirt! Often I just went with a gaff, tucked so I can have a bit less of a bulge, but today wanting to do well in the interview, I felt I needed more of a motivation, promising to stay locked until I got the job...or at least turned down for it.

I was rather desperate to get a job. Bills to pay, heels to buy, not to mention keeping my ridiculous body hair in check was not free!

Finally a rather cute assistant made her way out to the lobby, walking right towards me. "Rory?" I stood up nodding, shaking her hand. "Hi, my name is Rose. Could you follow me, please?" I followed in line behind her, hearing my heels click off the floor. Rose wore far more sensible office clothes, making me instantly nervous that I was overdressed.

Too late to do anything about it though, led into a rather spacious room, sitting across from another older woman, presumably the director. She smiled at me as Rose sat to her left, looking over my resume.

"Rory, thank you for your patience. My name is Ms. Weathers." I greeted her, my legs instantly shifting together with a nervous energy. She had such a casual, yet confident demeanor that was playing havoc with my submissive side. Ms. Weathers, not offering up a first name, continued to stare at the papers in front of her.

"So, we are looking for someone to start up a...well rather experimental program." She said, looking across at me over her glasses, as I tried to seem professional. What even is professional? Do I glare? Look intently? Every time I try to be professional, it just looks like I'm angry. Thankfully, I didn't say any of my moronic inner monologue out loud, simply nodding as she continued.

"It's a bit unorthodox, but we feel that it will lead to positive results in increased donor frequency. You see, Rory," Ms. Weathers said, taking off her glasses to emphasise her point, "the two biggest pain points that we feel at sperm banks are firstly, people feel uncomfortable ejaculating in a tiny, alien room." I nodded, understanding that completely. "And secondly, people are lazy. Even for the competitive donation price we offer, encouraging more donors has been challenging of late."

"Which is where you come in." I scrunched my face up in confusion, unsure how I could help with their two biggest, and genuine problems. On queue, Rose held out some small posters, showing off the plans for their new initiative.

"Oh. My. God." I said, completely shocked by what I saw. Ms. Weathers smirked, seeing my reaction while Rose blushed an aggressive shade of red, obviously not completely comfortable with the endeavour.

"Like I said," Ms. Weathers continued, "unorthodox." I breathed out heavily, feeling the gravity of her understatement. "But we feel this position will show positive growth and results in donations." I continued to sit there, shocked.

"So you want me to, uh..."

"You," Ms. Weathers outlined, "will be driven around the city by two handlers, both of which have been instrumental in the creation of this program. You will be provided with a uniform, tools, and anything else you require to ensure a proper encouragement, capture, and storage of their sperm." I felt my clit ache, unsure how it could be excited by this prospect in the slightest.

"Encouragement?" I asked, my eyes glued to those prototype drawings.

"Well of course, dear. Not only do we want this to be a pleasurable experience, so donors are re-occurring. But part of the incentive is your participation in whatever means they require for a safe, and enjoyable extraction." Taking the posters from a still blushing Rose, Ms. Weathers placed them in front of me to view. I sighed, my fingers tracing over them as I squirmed.

"This is, by far, the most ridiculous idea I've ever heard of." Ms. Weathers laughed at my statement, Rose offering a nervous giggle.

"Yes, it certainly was met by resistance from our board," she said, clasping her hands together. "But I assure you, Rory, I believe that not only will this be a huge success, but is the future of sperm donations." I rolled my eyes at the director, but didn't really have a response.

"So...how does this work, exactly?" I asked, final over my shock.

"Like I said, you will have two handlers with you every step of the way." Ms. Weathers leaned back in her chair, continuing. "They will keep you on schedule, safe, and motivated throughout the week-long test. On Friday we will access the results of the data, and determine if the test should be pushed longer through the month. If that is a go, then you shall be hired on full-time."

I sighed. "Well it is a lot of money..."

Ms. Weathers smiled, handing over a contract for me to look at. "We are serious about this, Rory. As should you be." I nodded, glancing through the multiple sheets, still unsure if this was a prank or not. Finally I groaned, knowing how badly I needed the job.

"Fine, fine, I am interested." The Director smiled, sending Rose out of the room with a nod.

"Excellent, dear. We think you will be perfect for the position. After all, just about every one of our donors that walked past you while we made you wait simply couldn't keep their eyes off you." I glared at her.

"So THAT'S why I was left waiting for so long..." Ms. Weathers shrugged innocently.

"You could call it our first test." The door opened behind her, a man and a woman walking through, determined and domineering looks on their faces. "Ah, and this is the second. Rory, this is Carlos and Becca, the two handlers I mentioned earlier. They have a lot of...experience with girls like yourself." I couldn't keep my eyes off of either of them, instantly feeling small in this big room.

Ms. Weathers placed a hand on Becca's shoulder. "Come get me when you are finished." She nodded, never taking that intense stare off of me, gulping as I watched the director leave the room.

"Come here, sissy" Carlos said, shorter than me even without heels, but with a voice you did not argue with. Gulping, I stood shakily as I made my way around the table, standing before the two domineering presences. "Strip down to your stockings." Another sharp command, cursing myself as I immediately listened, that submissive streak firmly in control. Soon my outfit was folded into a neat pile, blushing hard in my nylons and panties.

Becca sighed, moving behind me, her hands tugging on the waist of my panties, making me whimper as they slowly made their way down my legs. "Already a terrible listener" she said, having me step out of them. "But she did show up caged like a good girl." Warm hands made their way around my body, cupping my clit. I squeaked, shaking as she rubbed my balls, clit aching and full with excitement.

Carlos moved in front of me, hand gently gripping my throat. "We are going to test you, Rory. Test if you can properly represent us as a Sperm Sissy." I tried to hold it in, but couldn't, snorting out loud hearing that phrase. My little outburst lit a fire in his eyes, staring up at me. "Oh, does someone find her title humorous? Well, we'll just have to do something about that..."

Becca guided me to my knees, watching as Carlos stepped out of his pants. She leaned in to whisper in my ear. "Show us what a good girl you can be, Rory." I whimpered, her voice seeming to cut straight through my mind, hand already reaching for his cock. Slowly I stroked it, looking up as I gently placed a kiss on the tip, wrapping my lips around him eagerly. It may be a stupid name, but with two dominant personalities focused solely on me, I would have let them call me whatever they wanted in that moment.

Using every trick I knew, I sucked Carlos' cock, Becca's hands running along my thighs and ass. Groaning, he pulled me closer, further onto his cock, strong hands in my hair as I did my job. Barely able to take him all in my throat, I whined as he denied me air, my nose pressed into his pubic hair, a musky scent that permeated my imagination. I wasn't entirely sure about this job, but these two...oh I liked these two.

"Impressive," I heard Becca retort, fingers once more teasing my caged clit. Carlos grunted as he let up, finally allowing me to breathe around his cock.

"Very good, Rory" he said, his breath quickening as he began thrusting his cock in and out of my mouth. He motioned to the table, Becca handing him a device, an almost futuristic looking fleshlight. "I want you to keep sucking my cock until I say, then use this to collect your sample." I whined, slightly annoyed I wasn't going to feel him cum in my mouth, taking the handheld machine from him.

Hands returning to run through my hair, Carlos groaned as he fucked my mouth, lips wrapped around him as best I could, feeling him sliding over my tongue. After a little while longer he shook, nodding to me in warning, quickly taking my mouth off him to place the weird device on his cock, stroking it up and down. Carlos moaned as he came, thrusting hard against my hands as I held the machine in place, the see-through tip filling up with his cum.

Sighing with relief, Carlos slowly removed his cock, offering it to me for cleaning, biting my lip excitedly as I licked. Still tasting his orgasm, I moaned as I glistened his cock with my saliva, every part of him cleaned off with my tongue.

Becca laughed, patting my head encouragingly. "Yeah, I think she will do nicely" she said, gripping my face to stare up at her. "What an eager, little sissy." I grinned, blushing through her compliment, my submissiveness completely sated from both of their control. Carlos agreed, returning his cock to his pants as I knelt there, waiting to be told what to do.

Taking the machine, he showed me the attachment that he had cum in, twisting it off in one motion. "This keeps the sample at the appropriate temperature, and can be kept safe for up to twelve hours" he said, connecting a new one in its place. "However, I am not a donor." Unscrewing his sample, I watched with wide, eager eyes as he brought it to my lips, slowly filling my mouth with his cum.

Carlos smiled. "Good girl." Those words rang in my ears as I felt my mouth fill up, waiting for the command to swallow. The two handlers stood side-by-side staring down at their new sissy, listening as I whined, my mouth full of cum. Together they nodded, watching as I finally swallowed all of his cum, grinning eagerly from ear to ear.

"Perfect," Becca said, offering me one last cup of my cheek before leaving the room. Carlos ushered me to my feet, following him dutifully, the taste of his cum still firm on my breath. He led me to a different part of the bank, helping me into what seemed like an observation chair. My legs were clipped into place above me, as close to my ears as my flexibility would allow, arms bound down the side of the chair.

His rough hands gripped my clit, forcing a tiny moan from my lips as he rubbed and teased, feeling my excitement trapped in place. Becca returned with Ms. Weathers and Rose, who looked just about everywhere in the room than at me, that blush of hers returning to that cute face.

"Excellent," Ms. Weathers exclaimed, a smile on her face as she stared down at me. "I am so pleased that you fit our requirements, Rory." I blushed, too far into my submissive nature to come back with a witty retort. "Just one final matter to attend to before we officially offer you the position."

"Wait, what?" I asked, seeing Becca smirk, my chastity key in her hand.That was in my purse! I thought to myself, squeaking as she quickly unclasped my cage, freeing my clit. It instantly responded, humiliating me as it exposed just how excited this day had made me. My handler sighed, shaking her head as she began to apply ice to my growing clit, occassional slaps as well for good measure.

Carlos moved to the side of the chair, staring down at me. "You didn't think we'd let you wear your own cage, now did we?" I tried to protest but his hand quieted me, placed over my mouth as I watched my clit shrink, Ms. Weathers handing Becca a brilliant white replacement. It was FAR smaller than I was used to, with cute handles for straps to connect onto. In no time it was locked around my clit, already aching as the keys disappeared into Ms. Weathers' folder.

"Just a precaution, Rory. Don't worry, after a successful test, you will be given some freedom." Ms. Weathers smiled, "you are officially our first and only, Sperm Sissy." Leaning in, she winked at me. "See you Monday."

"BUT IT'S ONLY WEDNESDAY!?" I protested, but she simply continued walking out of the door, leaving me pouting, still stuck in the humiliating chair.

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Five nights. Five nights left caged for the first time outside of my own control. Five nights of aching frustration, staring down at the new white cage adorning my clit, straps gently digging into my hips to keep it in place. I groaned, growled, moaned, whimpered, and whined into the night to no avail, finding myself once more standing in front of this horrible building, wondering just what I had gotten myself into.

I strolled inside with my head held high, my pleather leggings hugging perfectly on my legs and ass, proudly displaying the cage they trapped me in. A nylon top, with a leather bralet underneath, heels completely inappropriate for the workplace, I felt like a complete badass. After all, if they wanted a denied, depraved, and desperate sissy...then that is exactly what they were going to get.

Rose's eyes widened completely as she saw me, casually striding directly to tower over her. That blushing face, brown curls on either side of it, stirring a completely side of me as I playfully brushed her cheek with a finger. Refusing to look at me in any way, she requested that I follow her, quickly shuffling away before I could twirl her pretty hair anymore.

Becca smirked as I came into view, continuing my assertive attitude as I strolled past her, sitting down with my legs crossed, perfectly posing in defiance of my 'handler'. Carlos walked in shortly after, stopping in his tracks as he saw me, a soft chuckle coming from his lips.

"Well," he said, shooting a surprised look towards his partner.

"It seems," Becca said, protectively placing a hand on my shoulder, "that someone was excited to come to work today..." I glared at her over my shoulder, neither confirming or denying her statement. Carlos just laughed, smiling as he helped me up, stripping off my clothes. I pouted, knowing the majority of my fuck you attitude was tied up in those clothes. But regardless of how domineering I felt, the good girl in me could not refuse an order.

Soon I was naked, back on that ridiculous chair, legs spread wide and bound as my clit was released. Becca took her time stripping the colour off my nails, apparently part of my new 'uniform'...whatever that was going to be. Probably some lame pantsuit with a nametag, a corporate company like this. Yet I couldn't focus on what she was doing, instantly whimpering as I felt his hands on my clit.

Carlos allowed me to grow, hardening instantly after my lengthy denial. Smirking, he teased me just a bit, nowhere near anything resembling an edge, before soaping and shaving me down, ensuring he didn't miss a single spot. Clean, shaven, and dried, I watched as I was shrunk down once more, the cage replaced on my clit.

He gently tapped my full and now rounded balls, watching me squeak as I stared up at him, my submissive nature now in full force. "There we go, Rory. Friday we will access the week, and see if you've earned a release or not. Until then," Carlos winked dramatically, the key disappearing into his shirt pocket, pouting as I growled at him, earning me another light smack on my clit.

Becca had moved to my other hand, scolding me for any movement, whimpering as I couldn't tear my eyes away from my clit. After being hard, even for five minutes, I couldn't control the pulsing and frustration in between my legs. Between their cage and my own, I had been denied a total of eight days, and I. Was. Starting. To. Feel. It!

The worst part of course, was that the cage wasso fucking cute! Tiny, white, perfectly fitting my little clit, all squished in place. I had no trouble wearing it, peeing, sleeping, anything. No accidents, no slipping, no awkward placements, just a perfect cage for a whiny sissy.

I hated how much I secretly loved it.

Becca finally let me free from the infernal chair, showing off my new nails, the glossy white matching my cage perfectly. I was sensing a theme...but before I had time to pester her with questions I was dragged out of the room, her hand gripping my wrist, blushing hard as I walked through the halls completely naked.

Walking into the next room, I stopped in my tracks seeing the uniform they had planned for me.

"No." Any rebel energy I had remaining inside of me died completely seeing what was hanging up for me to wear, my eyes widened with fear. Carlos smirked at me from the other side of the room, very much enjoying the moment. Becca grinned at me, pushing me forward as my legs had decided to stop working.

"The company wanted to go with something a bit more conservative, but Carlos and I convinced them that it had to be...a bit more daring. I was completely speechless, my clit throbbing from the humiliation I was about to be put through.

"I can't wear that outside!" I protested, as Carlos carefully took it off the hanger, walking towards me.

"Of course you can, sissy," Becca said, patting my ass to encourage me to cooperate. "Your new uniform is going to suit you so well honey." Both of my handlers helped to spray me down with lubricant, slowly sliding the latex up my legs. Slowly and methodically, they made sure everything went in place, a breastplate being fitted to my chest before I was sealed in.

I stood in front of them completely broken, blushing and defeated as they both smirked, seeing how the latex suit fit on me. Completely white, with a hole in the crotch big enough for my clit and asshole, I squirmed in the second skin now adorning me. Right above my left 'breast' was the name tag I had been dreading, so very different from what had been in my mind.

Rory - Sperm Sissy

I hated them all.

Ms. Weathers walked in, her eyes sparkling as she smiled, expertly keeping her snickering quiet for the moment. "My, my," she exclaimed, that evil grin growing by the second, "it looks even better than your pitch. Well done you two." Even Rose giggled to herself in the corner, which somehow was the final nail in the coffin, whining at them all to stop looking at me.