This is the first chapter of a very lengthy story following the adventures of a straight boy who's femininized into a full blown sissy. The first few chapters are based off a real life personal experience which led me to discover the wonderful world of sissies. The story continues into fantasy, revealing darkest desires.
Each chapter will be split up and hopefully able to be read and enjoyed standalone, as well as in a series. Don't hesitate to message me with any feedback or suggestions!
Suddenly, for the first time in my life, I felt slutty. It surprised me, considering how anxious I was, standing there under a street lamp in suburban Connecticut, wearing nothing but a loose pair of sports shorts, waiting for a black dominant man to pick me up. He had told me he likes his subs feeling vulnerable so he instructed me to wear as little as possible. I had asked him to call me when he arrived, but he sternly told me I should always be waiting for him and I was to remain under the closest light to my condo. Briefly, I wondered if women felt this same feeling when about to engage in an equally promiscuous act.
The flicker of headlights coming around the bend quickly jarred me from my thoughts. At first, almost instinctively, I felt the urge to run and jolt back to the safety of my room before someone saw me in my semi-exposed state. Then, I realized it was likely my new master and so I bravely stood there as the unfamiliar car rolled to a stop in front of me. He rolled the window down and simply asked, "Are you ready to be used?"
Maybe my nerves were just frayed at this point, but his appearance startled me a bit. I had been so nervous about what was about to happen, I hardly had a chance to consider what he might actually look like. He was a huge man, seemingly taking up all the possible space in his driver's seat. I couldn't quite tell how tall he was, but he was on the heavy side, with a large belly bulging beneath a dark green t-shirt. He had long, thick, hair, rolled in dreadlocks and hanging in a large ponytail. There was a gruff look to him, a grizzly goatee wrapped around his snickering mouth. I certainly wouldn't have described him as an attractive man, but his domineering attitude made me feel weak in my knees.
I looked down and hesitantly stuttered, "Yes."
He snapped back, "Yes what?"
I looked up, realizing my error and said, "Yes, Sir."
He looked me over and asked, "Will you be completely obedient and do everything I ask?"
Inside, I was unsure if I really could. Only an hour before, out of sheer curiosity, I had replied to a Craigslist ad describing a large, black, dominant man looking for a younger, submissive white male to turn into his cock slut. I had always had a submissive tendency with women, and the few times I had, made me crave giving up control again. Trying to ignore the fact that I'd be giving up control to a man this time, I sent a message describing my inexperience and what I was interested in.
He responded quickly and forcefully. He told me lack of interest in men was irrelevant because my only purpose would be to serve him. My desires and wishes as a slave would simply be ignored. For him, my inexperience was a positive as he'd be able to train and mold me into the perfect slave. Finally, he told me I'd quickly learn to not only love serving cock, but to actually crave it and that I was to meet him tonight to begin my training.
It all seemed so far-fetched to me at the time. How could I know a little experiment would change my life so drastically? Of course, I didn't really believe him, convinced that this experience would be fun, but isolated. It was all dirty talk, right? But, admittedly his outlandish but dominant response really did turn me on. So I went with it and told him I was ready to submit to him and I was eager to serve him.
