Forgive me if I sound insolent. I have reason to be proud of my accomplishments. Well at least I did have reasons. While pursuing my latest targeted male, something changed drastically which threw me for a loop.
If you read the first part of My Sissy Addiction, then you know I have a fetish and a talent for identifying the potential in a guy to be groomed and molded into the perfect cock sucking sissy.
You may have read about how I go about showing them where they were meant to be; on their knees, politely asking permission to suck my cock.
You may have doubts about the delight that overtakes my new sissy when I put her in her first panty. It's a breakthrough moment for them. It's when they finally have closure on their presumptuous claims to manhood and accept the fact that they were made to pleasure cocks. I know there are many males out there who love your panties. I read your comments and emails about when you discovered that you not only feel comfortable wearing panties but come to the sudden realization that you belong in panties. Having freed yourselves of the pressing weight of masquerading as a man, a real man that is, you have found your true worth in serving cocks.
It is precisely that awareness that I have witnessed in my new sissies. They give me a look as if to ask, "How did you know?" as they slip into their new panty.
It's not that I rip away their masculinity. Not at all. If they had any to begin with, they readily give it up. I act merely as the catalyst. I could go on and on about males in panties. It's a favorite subject and one that arouses me. But that is for another time.
My hobby, fetish. specialty, whatever you call it is identifying the cock sucker within. I do not make anyone a cock sucker. That's not who I am. I am blessed with a keen perception which allows me to recognize those characteristics in one who has yet to fully understand his role, his purpose.
All of the above is well and true but my greatest achievement was the conversion of a married couple. And along the way, I learned something about myself.
Now if you're reading this, then I'm sure you have read about johnnie and Cindy. If so, you know that johnnie is an avowed cock sucker. He's a real cock swallowing machine. Cindy, his wife is highly sexual, and johnnie has never been able to satisfy her. Cindy was ready to entertain a real man. She is waiting for the right man with the right skills to come along. Cindy is ripe for the picking. She knows it, johnnie knows it, hell, everyone knows it.
"Ah, yes," you say knowingly. "But how was I responsible for their conversion?"
If you want to know, then sit your collective asses down and read on. To some of my faithful followers, if you wish to reach inside your pretty panties and have your dicks in hand, be my guest. I wish I could be there with you. I do so love seeing a nice hard dick in panties.
Now on with the story.
After I'd scored my second sissy is when I first met johnnie. A good-looking man of 24. He had all the characteristics I look for in the potential sissy. johnnie is 5' 6" tall. From behind, his narrow shoulders, his 24" waist, and 34" wide hips gave me the impression at first glance that he was a woman.
I was walking through the upscale Chevy Chase Pavillion. Before me I saw johnnie for the first time. His build, the way he was walking with his left hand on his hip, the ponytail, the tight capri pants he wore, everything about him made me think that he was a she.
As I have previously stated, nothing beats the blow job I get from a newly actualized sissy. That said, I love women, I love pussy, and I like when a woman gives me head. their blow jobs are satisfying, but not gratifying. But I still wanted to meet the sexy lady in front of me.
Walking up behind her I made my stupid opening remark., "Excuse me Miss. Do you date married men?"
When johnnie answered, No," without looking at me I said, "Neither do I. We already have something in common."
He turned to look at me. "Oh my, Miss, I mean man. thought...."
"You thought I was a woman. I know. I get that all the time."
"I'm sure you do. Still, I apologize. Please, let me buy you coffee as my way of saying I'm sorry for the misunderstanding."
johnnie sighed but relented. It's second nature to me when I see potential in a guy to treat him like a lady. I steered him, taking his elbow and once inside the coffee shop, I placed my hand on the small of his back to lead him to a table. Reaching in front of him, I pulled out a chair and seated him.
I was not surprised he let me do all that for him. Everything about him screamed, "Stick a cock me".
"Let me," I said. I went to the counter and ordered my next cock sucker a Mochaccino and a black coffee for myself.
He was waiting, studying his fingernails when I returned. Instead of sitting across from him, I took the chair next to johnnie. "I hope you like Mochaccinos, my friend."
I introduced myself. "I'm Tom," I said sticking out my hand to shake his.
"johnnie. Pleased to meet you, Tom. Thank you for the coffee and yes, I love a nice Mochaccino." He took my hand.
Right away I noticed the softness, the silky smoothness of his delicate hand. I turned it over to see his nails. "Very nice. Do you get them done or do them yourself."
"You're such a gentleman, Tom. Thank you for noticing. I do them myself. Cindy, my wife taught me how to give her manicures and pedicures. She taught me the importance of having nicely cared for nails."
See what happened there? I complimented johnnie on his nails. It was natural for him to open up and give me more information than I'd asked. To me, that's a sign that he wanted companionship, that he might be lonely. And more than that, I was still holding johnnie's hand with no resistance from him.
We chatted for nearly an hour. He was easy to make laugh and I tickled him with snide comments about the people we saw at the shopping center. He joined me in giving his opinions of others and we laughed together.
I will now begin to refer to johnnie as she and her. There is more female chromosomes in her than male.
I studied her facial features. Even though she told me she was 24, her eyes glowed with the innocence of youth. She has a button nose, a weak, soft jaw line, doe-like brown eyes, high cheek bones, and her mouth. Damn her sexy mouth. Her fucking, cock inviting mouth. Her lower lip seemed to have a natural pout; it was so plump. Her full upper lip made me want to kiss her right then and there. I'd only known johnnie a short time and was already craving a blow job from her.
Her arms hung from her narrow shoulders, long and slender. I noticed the lack of hair but saw a bit of blonde fuzz on them.
johnnie crossed her leg, right knee over left knee. Her calves were also hairless. That told me that johnnie was low on testosterone. She has very nice thighs and I could see the sides of the full rounded cheeks of her bottom.
Soon we bonded and she showed me pictures of her wife. "Cindy likes to dress a bit risqué," she said blushing.
Indeed. "How did this half a fag catch a woman like this?" I wondered to myself. She showed me a picture of Cindy in a red tube top and tight white and very short shorts. The medium heels she wore made her legs look sturdy, long, and shapely.
She wore pageboy styled hair. Her eyes were wide and as blue as the sky. Her breasts must be 34 double D's. Like her husband, Cindy had wide hips and from what I was able to discern from the photo, a very nice ass.
"She's beautiful, johnnie. You're very lucky, my friend."
"She is and I am, Tom." johnnie hesitated for a moment. "Can I share something with you?"
"Please do, baby."
johnnie ignored the "baby" I called her and told me how men were always hitting on Cindy, trying to get into her pants. "I swear, Tom. Someday I'm afraid she'll cheat on me."
"Why would you think that, johnnie?"
She blushed again. "Um, I shouldn't be telling you this," she said with a nervous giggle. "I'm not really all that big down there, if you know what I mean."
