Let Me Show You How Fake I Am

 Let Me Show You How Fake I Am

Kimberley sat at her computer, browsing the sissy web site. She wore some red lipstick and a red panty, bra and nightie combination. She was engaged in a little bit of naughty talk with a few sissies in the chat room when a knock came upon her door.

She hastily ran to the front door to peer through the peep hole. An attractive woman with long black hair stood there, holding a duffel bag. The lady knocked on the door again. "Kimberly, are you there, " she asked?

"How does she know my girlie name, " she wondered as she went back to her bedroom and threw on a big black t-shirt and shorts, not even bothering to remove her lingerie. The sissy caught a glimpse of his lipstick in the mirror and wiped it off.

Only when he opened the door did he realize he hadn't removed his red false fingernails or the matching toenail polish. He opened the door and leaned in the doorway with his right-hand dangling down at his side. "There's nobody here named Kimberly, Miss... I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name."

The lady smiled. "Oh, I think I have the right address, " she said with a grin. "My name's Rebecca."

Kimberly thought about the Mistress Rebecca, whom he and the sissies were giving a hard time in the chat room at the sissy website. He was particularly hard on the woman, and for good reason. Another fake Mistress on the site took him for $200, and Miss Rebecca had the same sort of suspicious profile.

"I'm sorry, Rebecca. There is no Kimberly here. Is there something I can help you with?"

The lady had the prettiest blue eyes and the sweetest voice. She noticed Kimberly's nails and reached out to touch her hand. "Those are pretty. Did you do them yourself?"

The sissy's face turned red. "I, um..."

Rebecca giggled. "It's okay, sweetie. I know there are some special guys who like wearing pretty things, including long painted nails. We call those guys sissies."

He stood there, unsure of what to say as the lady pushed her way past him. "May I come in?"

"Uh, " he turned around. "Sure, okay."

She sat her bag on the coffee table and turned to face him. "The reason I came here is because I understand you think that any Mistress on the internet is fake."

"What? I think you have me mistaken..."

"There's an easy way to solve this, Kimmie, unless you are a scared little sissy. Are you a scared little sissy?"

He turned red with embarrassment, and his cock betrayed him as it sprang to life in his shorts. "I'm not a..."

She glanced at his bulge. "Sure, you're not, " she said mockingly

He pointed to the door. "Look, I think you need to leave."

She took an authoritative tone. "Shut the door, you're causing a scene, and I will not be embossed by a dirty little sissy like you."

He was shocked by her tone, and he nervously shut the door. "Look, I..."

"You will not speak unless spoken too, is that clear?"

He nodded.

You know better than that, sissy. How do you address a superior Mistress?"

"Yes, Miss Rebecca. I'm sorry:"

"I may have to spank you for that, " she said as she stared him in the eyes. "Now, I think you're wearing lingerie underneath those clothes. Probably something red. I know you like red. You didn't get all the lipstick off, by the way. What a careless little sissy. If I'm wrong and it's male underwear, I'll leave."

"It is male underwear..."

"You little liar. Take off the shirt and shorts."

He tried to protest, but she wasn't listening as he removed the shorts and shirt, revealing a short red Babydoll, bra and panties. "I knew it. You little sissy."

She reached into her bag. "What are you doing, Miss Rebecca?"

She pulled out a pink chastity device. "The way I see it, you cost me two sissies today and I don't know how many more thanks to your stupid rants on the website."

Look, I..."

She slapped his face. "Don't even start with me. I'm gonna take it out of you with your servitude. And you are gonna tell all of those little sissies at the site what a good Mistress I truly am."

"Look, if that's what this is all about, I..."

She slapped his face again and knelt to put the chastity cage on him. The problem was, he was rock hard. "Pathetic. You're actually turned on at the thought of being my sissy bitch, aren't you?"

He nodded. "Yes, Mistress."

She reached into the bag and pulled out a strap on harness with a six-inch dildo attached to it. "Well, it's obviously not going on this way, but I have an idea. Why don't you bend over that chair over there, sissy?"

"What are... What are you gonna do, " he asked, already knowing the answer?

She laughed. "What do you think happens to little bitches like you, " she asked as she put on the harness and put on a black latex glove?

He protested. "You'd better get in your place now, sissy, or I will not be gentle. I need to fuck that hard on off of you, and this is the only way you're getting it from me."

He pulled down his panties and bent over the chair. "Please be gentle."

She stepped up behind him and lubed up his sissy pussy with her gloved hand. "You think you deserve a gentle touch from me?"

"I'm sorry, but you know what happened to me."

"So, that makes me a bad person for trying to help you worthless sissies out?"

She pushed her rubber cock up against his tight hole. "I'm sorry, " he begged. "I meant no disrespect, it's just that..."

She pushed inside his pussy hole, suddenly. He screamed. "Ow, God. Please, I'm sorry."

"No, you're not, " she said with a laugh, "but you will be."

She shoved it in as far as she could as tears came into his eyes. "Please, it hurts."

"Shush, " she said with laugh. "You're gonna upset your neighbors. Just relax and welcome my cock into that sissy hole of yours. Your pussy is mine now."

He tried to get used to his hole being violated as she encouraged him. "That's it. If you're gonna be my sissy, you need to learn how to take my cock, or anything else I allow into your holes."

"Oh God, you don't have to do this."

She kept thrusting in deep. "We need to do this until you cum and get rid of that nasty bulge. So maybe you should start stroking that useless sissy clitty of yours."

He protested. "I haven't had any complaints before."

She laughed. "That's because the women you've been with don't know any better. Now, stroke it, but don't cum until I give you permission."

He started stroking it, but he already felt like he could cum as he was starting to feel pleasure from her strap on cock. "Mistress, I'm gonna..."

"Don't you fucking dare, " she warned him as she shoved it in as far as it would go, and he yelled. "I control your clitty from now on, and you cum when I say so. Is that clear, sissy Kimmie?"

"Oh, yes Mistress. Please, yes."

She grabbed an empty glass and handed it to him. "What a messy place you have, leaving glasses around like this. You'd better clean a hell of a lot better for me, Missy. Catch your cum in that glass."

"Oh, fuck. May I please cum, Mistress?"

She smiled. "Good girl. That's much better. Yes, you may cum, but catch it in that glass."

He moved the glass in front of his cock and was surprised by how much he came. "Oh, thank you Mistress. Thank you."

"Whose ass is this?"

"Your ass Mistress."

"Who do you serve?"

"You Mistress. I'm your sissy."

She pulled out. "We'll see if you're worthy to be considered a sissy of mine, but you will serve me. Stand up, slut."

He stood up and looked at her with his ass on fire. She grabbed some wipes from her bag and used her gloved hand to wipe his cock. Then, she attached the chastity cage as he stood there watching with the glass in his hand.

She grabbed his caged cock. "Much better. Now it's my cock, or should I say clitty? You won't be cumming until I say so. You see the three keys on my necklace?"

"Three?"

She laughed. "You didn't think you were the only one did you, silly? You're not that special, but maybe you can change that."

"Look, this is all well and good, Miss Rebecca, but I can't..."

"Would you shut up and drink your cum before it gets cold, " she ordered. "I want to see that glass emptied. Looks like you gave yourself a good dose of sissy juice."

He held the glass up and drank it. "How does it taste, sissy?"

His face went red, and he couldn't believe he was already fighting the chastity with his excitement. "Okay, I guess."

"Get used to it, " she said with a smile. "When you cum from now on, you will eat it all. I need to get you ready for when I have you servicing people for me."

"Servicing, " he asked nervously?

"That's right, Kimmie. I have you figured for an oral sissy, maybe more, and I bet you could do really well for me too."

"I, um..."

She giggled as she reached into the bag. There was a pink maid's uniform inside, which she handed to him. "We'll talk about that later. This is your uniform for when you clean my house. Hopefully you can cook something too or learn how. I need a good sissy who can cook."

"Clean house?"

She glanced around the living room. "From the looks of this place, you don't like cleaning house, but you'll learn to do it for me if you want to continue to serve me."

He stared at her. "Why would I want to do that?"

"I've read your profile. I know all about you, including some things you don't even know about yourself."

"Like what?"

She laughed. "Oh, no you don't. That's part of the fun, my pet. Now, I expect you to be at my house tomorrow. The address is on the card on the table. You will do what is asked of you, or else."

He was still having a hard time believing this. "Or else what?"

She grabbed a paddle out of the bag. "Or else you will be disciplined. I demand the best from my sissies, and you do want to do your best for me, don't you?"

She rubbed the paddle gently across his bare bottom. "Yes Mistress."

"Good girl. Now, I know you don't have a clue how to do makeup, so we will get you lessons. We'll have to get you some more clothes for when I let you stay in the guest bedroom. I expect you to present as feminine as possible. You are a sissy girl, not a man. Is that clear?"

He was cursing the tightness of the chastity. "Yes, Mistress."

She laughed. "I know your clitty is already aching to get out. I should have brought the plug. I'll be plugging you quite a bit starting tomorrow. We need to start erasing the last shreds of your masculinity."

He said nothing as she pointed to the floor. "I need to go, so why don't you give me a proper goodbye, sissy."

He got on his hands and knees and kissed her beautiful, petite feet in her four-inch pumps, noticing her pink toenails peeking through the open front. He enjoyed worshiping her feet. "Goodbye Mistress."

She opened the door. "Clean the dildo up and bring the bag with everything tomorrow. I expect you to arrive in uniform, ready to serve. There's a sissy handbook in there, so please read it."

She walked out the door and turned around. "Oh, and I know how much you love to write, so do tell all the sissies on the web site how real I am. You know that firsthand now, don't you sissy Kimmie?" She laughed as she walked away.