#958- Sissy Story 27 - A Sissy's New Daddy by sissyneko

From sissyneko.. another superb sissy story written to be hosted on this site!!
well, let me tell you.. that i'm really proud of this.. and i'm sure you understand me..
always many thanks for your contributions.. and many many thanks to you, neko! you were delicious! ;))
well, this is not a common story.. i mean, even if to be blackmailed is a common sexual fantasy..
and sure it was my first fantasy when i was adolescent..
this tale is written with a lot of datails.. and in a really beautiful way..
a long narration in which you could appreciate every dirty sissy erotic moment ;))
so enjoy the sissy story number 27! ;)

Anna Malice




A Sissy's New Daddy

Walking in the door the Friday after my eighteenth birthday, everything seemed great. My parents had gone out of town for the weekend and I was for the first time a truly free man. My older brother had decided not to come home for Labor Day holiday which I was kind of bummed about, we didn't get alone all that well but I still looked up to him. He was one of those guys that could do no wrong, and I don't mean in my parents eyes I mean he actually could do no wrong. No matter the situation he always knew the right thing to do and did it, the consequences be damned.

Myself on the other hand I was scrawny and always getting in trouble. It was my senior year and half the school wouldn't be able to identify my body... even if it would get them on the news. The other half was split about sixty / forty with people with only tolerated my presence because they couldn't be somewhere else and people who took a perverse pleasure in humiliating me. I had worked a deal with Mickey Dolans over the summer. I would meet up with him every other week and let him have his way with me and he would keep most people off my back. So like I said no parents no Mickey, I was a free man this weekend.

My first order of business when I got home was stripping off my boy clothes. I hated boy clothes they felt very drab and confining. The laundry room was just off the kitchen so I didn't have very far to go. Ripping my clothes off I tossed them in a pile and started for my mom's hamper. At least twice a week I would snag a pair of her panties and parade myself around the house in them. Usually it was for no more than an hour in between when I got home and she did. But I had big plans for this weekend, seventy-two hours of pantied bliss. I dove right in and snaked my hand around till I felt silk brush across my knuckles. I twisted my middle finger around and pulled out a delicate pair of red string bikini panties. My mother had an affinity for red that I just never understood.

I bent over to slip the panties on when it occurred to me, I was home alone; completely alone for the whole weekend. I always snagged my mom's used panties because they wouldn't be noticed when she did the wash. But now I could wear whatever I wanted to and no one would know. I could have everything washed and put away before mom got back. I don't know if the delicate panties fluttered to the floor like a feather but I know I was in my parent's room before they hit the floor.

Nothing about my parents was exciting. My father was an accountant who reinforced every stereotype you had ever heard, and my mom worked at an old college friend's boutique downtown. I had been by there a few times but I tried not to stay any longer then I needed too. My parents had separate dressers on separate sides of the room. Thinking back to it now I realize how separate their lives really were. My mother's things were on the far side of the room. They were on a plane at that point but I still tiptoed over to the dresser. I was careful with each step afraid I would disturb some unknown trap they had set to see if I had gone in there room when they were gone.


The dresser was an antique lacquered wood that was polished to an almost mirror finish. The top drawer was bras and stockings. I was actually quite surprised by how many bras my mother owned. The drawer was filled with almost two dozen of them and most looked rather new. The second draw was socks, stockings and a few garters. I was starting to lose my patience until I opened the third draw and was greeted with a brightly colored sea of silk. I never actually counted but I am sure that she had at least two pairs for every bra she owned. I touched every pair of panties that day I examined each pair trying to decide what I wanted to wear first. Over half of them were Red, but she had a good selection styles to choose from. I almost went with a yellow lace thong but decided instead on a pair of pink satin tie-side bikini panties.

Dancing to a tune in my head I pranced out of my parent's room and down the hall to mine, spinning as I moved. I actually think I felt the box before I saw it. I know that sounds silly but that is the only way I can describe it because I stopped dead at my door. My lungs and heart both froze at the same time. That box which was a bright pink had not been on my bed when I left for school that morning. My brother was the only person I hadn't received a gift from and he would never use pink. My eyes flickered as my lungs kicked back in and I sucked in a heavy gulp of air. My heart didn't start pumping again till I started walking towards my bed. I was so panicked about the package that I completely forgot that I was dressed in nothing but a pair of dainty panties.

The box wasn't large, about the size of three reams of paper. It wasn't poorly wrapped but it was certainly done by a man. There was a card on top with Bobbie, scratched out in a neat block text. I sat down on my bed and examined the card first. It wasn't sealed the back flap was simply tucked into the envelope. The card inside made no sense. It was a congratulations card for a newborn girl. Flipping it open I saw that it was signed, Daddy, in the same block script from the envelope. Putting the card to the side I turned my attention to the box itself. I took my time removing the pink wrapping. It wasn't special I was just terrified of what I would find inside. With the wrapping removed I pulled the top of the box and was surprised not to find anything overly terrifying. It was just a cheap pre-paid cell-phone and a manila envelope.

The horror stuck when I picked up the envelope. The bulk of the packages weight came from it. Unlike the card it was sealed. I cut my finger as I ripped open the envelope. I sucked blood from my index finger as I dumped the contents on my bed. I didn't examine them at first I was to absorbed with my finger. And then out of the corner of my eye I saw something pinkish. It was a young man standing nude, well mostly nude. I was in fact in that picture wearing a pair of my mother's high heels. My heart didn't stop this time instead it started pumping so hard I could hear it. The blood pumping through my veins was like my own personal little bass drum drowning out all other sound. There were hundreds of them. It seemed like every time I had put on a pair of panties who ever this was had caught it all on video. I say video because that is what they looked like still from a video. There was also a slim DVD case. The case was covered in pictures of me. And to make matters worse not only was I in panties I was on my knees with Mickey.

As I poured through the pictures something jumped out at me. Almost all of them were taken from the same angle. I grabbed a picture and moved around the room till I was seeing everything as the picture showed it. Two feet above my head was an air vent. I grabbed the armless rolling chair from my desk and climbed up to look inside. On TV and in movies there is always a little red little that blinks; this camera didn't have a little red light. I knew it was on though because the moment I looked at it the phone rang. Not my phone, the phone that had been in the box. I almost fell off the chair when I heard the sound. It was some old band, my father could have told you who it was but I was a little preoccupied at the time.

My hand was shaking as I picked up the phone. IT was still playing music in a repetitive loop until I hit the answer button. I pulled the phone to my ear and waited I couldn't speak no matter how hard I tried. I and the caller just waited listening to each other breath. Finally he broke the silence his voice as deep and old. Not ancient mind you he just wasn't a teen-ager, which is funny really because I was relieved by that at the time. His first words to me made it pretty clear what was to come, he said "Don't ever touch my cameras."

I fell to the bed ready to cry. My throat began to ache. He was polite and let me have a moment to compose myself. My reply was a quick ok and then he continued. "You're going to come over to my house and if you do it wearing nothing but those cute little panties, then I will do you a favor and erase an hour of your video performances."

I recognized his voice, how could I not he had been my neighbor almost my entire life. Mr. Morgan had moved in when I was little, his wife left him a few years ago, and there were rumors that he was a little weird but I figured they were just that rumors. I didn't respond to what he said I just sat there silent as he continued "I expect my charges to be prompt and obedient. Is that clear?"

I still didn't answer and it annoyed him. I could hear his breathing intensifying but I was terrified. Just when he was about to lash out I spoke up, "OK I will come over."

The line clicked dead and I sat there for a moment looking down at my panty covered crotch. I couldn't go next door wearing just panties. There was a gate between our back yards but I doubted he wanted me to come that way. I grabbed a pair of shorts from my dresser and a shirt before heading over. I considered changing out of the panties and into some boxers but he made it clear I was to wear the panties when I came over.

I locked up the front door and slipped the key into my pocket, it was all I took with me when I left. I didn't bother walking down to the street and over I just cut across our two lawns. I knocked on the front door and waited. A car drove past, it was the red Buick from up the street. I didn't know the old guys name but I knew he was nosy and was sure he was making a note, even if only a mental one that I was here. I knocked again and still nothing. I heard another car and looked over to see Cindy Marshall drove by with her mom. She saw me and gave a wave, we had a class together so I knew I was going to be peppered with questions on Monday. I knocked again and Mr. Morgan finally answered the door. He looked me over and told me to go around back. I cursed him under my breath as I walked around the side of his house. His back door was past a screen porch that was locked I was just about to bang on the door when I noticed a bell. My first thought was to wonder who would have a bell at a back porch, but I pushed that out of my mind quickly as I rang. He answered the back door so fast I knew he had been waiting for me. He walked to the screen door clutching a half eaten apple in his right hand. "Sluts are allowed to enter my house dressed however they like. Sissies on the other hand being natural liars must strip."

"Strip here outside?" I stammered out looking around his yard. It was as private as ours backing up against some woods and with the privacy fence none of the houses around could see in, but it still seemed unseemly to me.

Mr. Morgan's lip twisted into sneer as he spoke again. "I will do my very best not to punish you this weekend but if you ever question me again like that I promise not only will you be punished but it will be truly public and not just in my back yard. Am I clear."

"Yes sir." I said as I pulled my shirt over my head. I kicked my shoes off and yanked my shorts down. When he said strip I assumed he meant panties too but I wanted to do those separate to show him I wore them like he asked. I hooked my thumbs into the waist band of the panties and started to pull them down when he stopped me.

"Leave the panties, you will always wear panties." He opened the door and I reached down to grab my clothes when he spoke again. "Leave them there."

I left my clothes and slipped past him starting for the door, I wanted to get inside as soon as possible. I didn't want to be undressed in front of him but I wanted even less to be so on the porch. He must have sensed my reluctance because he called out telling me to stand in the middle of the room, if you could call it that. He took a seat and just stared at me for a long moment. "Face me, hands on your head and I want your feet shoulder width apart."

I stood perfectly still just like he asked me too, and again he just sat there staring at me. My nipples got hard and I felt my cock twitch as he licked his lips. He continued eating his apple and let his free hand rest on his crouch. He started to rub himself and I could see his cock bulging against his pants. His eyes were focused on my panty covered member and while I knew it shouldn't it made me very excited. "Untie the panties."

I reached down and took hold of the ties on either side with both hands. I took a deep breath and considered changing my mind, as if any of this was my idea. I pulled the Ribbons and the panties fell from my body. I put my hands back on top of my head and waited. As he finished the last of his apple, Mr. Morgan's calm began to get to me. He didn't leer or scowl he just watched me. If my leg twitched he watched me. When my hand trembled he watched. I was near tears when he finally spoke. "You have a lovely little body, but too much hair."

Mr. Morgan abruptly stood up and walked into the house, he didn't say anything he just left. I wasn't left alone for very long, maybe a few minutes but it I couldn't think of a way to explain my nudity should someone come upon me. Before I could figure out an answer Mr. Morgan came back out. He had a bottle in his hand but I couldn't tell what it was. With an underhand toss he threw the bottle my way. I didn't catch it and it slid along the floor till it hit the back wall of the porch. I walked to pick up the bottle letting my hands down from on the top of my head. As I knelt down to pick up the bottle I heard Mr. Morgan clear his throat. I looked back over my shoulder and saw him making a motion with his hand. It took me a second to realize what he wanted. I let out a sigh and bent at the waist to pick it up. The bottle was a chemical hair remover.

"Good girl." Mr. Morgan said as he took his seat again.

"Mr. Morgan, what are we doing here? I mean." I paused giving myself a second to try and better form my question. I knew there was a way that I could say that would make him think about my situation. I just didn't know how to say it. "I mean what am I doing here?"

"Well get to that. Right now I want to get that unseemly hair off your body." Mr. Morgan took his seat again and leaned back getting himself comfortable. "And from now on I want you to call me, Daddy."

That was the moment that I knew this wasn't some weird old school embarrass me into changing my ways deal. Mr. Morgan had some kind of insane plan. Still clutching the bottle of hair remover I moved my hands to cover my crotch. "I sorry I still don't understand."

"Billie, and that name isn't going to work for you but that is something else we can get to later. There are going to be some huge changes in your life starting right now. Open that bottle and get yourself covered from the neck down. I don't want any hair left on you."

I moved back towards the center of the room and took the cap off the bottle. I was a little surprised when the cream didn't have a fragrance. I looked at the back and instructions were pretty straight forward. I poured a silver dollar sized glob into my hand. It was cold and sent a wave of goose pimples down my leg as started to spread it out. I realized it would take forever to cover my body a dab at a time, and I was hoping that once this one done I would be allowed to go inside. There was a cheap plastic chair shoved into a corner. I grabbed it and pulled it over to where I was told to stand. I propped a leg up on the chair and poured a line of the remover down my leg. As I spread the liquid out the patch I had done a few minutes before began to get warm. I finished my legs quickly and then started on my chest and under arms. Once I was done I looked back, Mr. Morgan. He just looked at me like he was expecting something more.

"Mr. " I stopped myself and closed my eyes tight not wanting to see the grin I knew would be on his face when I said it. "Daddy, what is wrong?"

"I said no hair." Mr. Morgan said in a whimsical tone. I opened my eyes but he wasn't looking at me he was looking at my crouch. I covered myself with my right hand and gently dug my fingertips into my pubic hair. I wrapped my fingers around my balls as I pressed my penis into my stomach with my palm.

"Please." I pulled my hand away quickly when I realized that my hand was still covered in the hair remover. "I can explain my arms and legs. I'll say I am trying out for a swim team. But I have gym class. What if someone sees me while I am changing?"

"I think you will have a harder time explaining the panties, but that is just my opinion. You know what I need a drink." Mr. Morgan got up and rushed back into the house. Returning almost as quickly as he left with a beer, plopping back down in his chair he twisted the top off his beer. "That stuff you just slathered on, it stays on for twenty minutes and those twenty minutes doesn't start till you are completely covered. Do you understand?"

I am embarrassed to say that it took me a moment to realize what he was saying but once I did I stopped wasting time. I covered my last remaining manhood and looked to Mr. Morgan for guidance. He gave me a wordless nod and then looked to his watch. As the minutes ticked by the remover began to get warm and then burn. I told myself that he wouldn't do anything to permanently scar me. I told myself that and I even convinced myself of it for a minute. But the longer I stood there with my body on fire the less I trusted him. I wanted him to explain his plan to me what did he mean when he implied I would be wearing panties at school. I never wore them outside of the house. Well except today.

It wasn't till I was near tears that Mr. Morgan stood up and motioned for me to follow him. We left the back porch and Mr. Morgan grabbed a hose that was snaked through the yard. It had one of those triggered sprayers attached to it. He told me to raise my arms and close my eyes. I spread my legs wider then shoulder width apart and squeezed my eyes shut as I raised my arms up. I prepared myself for the water to start blasting me, but Mr. Morgan waited. He was trying to catch me off guard and it worked. As hot as the remover had become the water was a polar opposite. It felt like an ice pick dancing across my skin as he sprayed me down. It didn't take long to wash all the hair remover off me and when he was done Mr. Morgan tossed the house down and started for the shared gate between our yards.

I was still dripping wet and there wasn't a towel in site. I started for my clothes but Mr. Morgan called out stopping me. "Hey Sweat cheeks leave them there."

"I need to get my mom's panties." Was my reply I don't know why I said it but at that moment I felt the need to remind him that I had left her panties lying on his porch. Mr. Morgan stood there a moment waiting for me to follow and when I didn't he marched across the yard grabbing me by the back of my neck. Pulling me through the yard Mr. Morgan was seething barely allowing my feet to keep up with him. We reached my back door and he slammed me into the wall hold me there till he fished a key from his pocket.

"You dare question a real man." Mr. Morgan said. Pulling a set of keys from his pocket, Mr. Morgan flipped through them till he found the one he was looking for. He was pushing me hard against the wall and I was shivering from the cold. As he unlocked the back door and pushed me in. Stumbling in I fell shivering to the carpet. Mr. Morgan stood just outside and watched me. I laid still terrified he was about to snap and beat me to death. When he didn't charge in and start stomping on me I pulled me feet under me and started to stand up.

Mr. Morgan waited to pounce until I was completely on my feet. I had turned my back to him, it was foolish but I didn't want him to see I was crying. Once I was up he rushed up behind me grabbing a hold of me and lifting me off my feet. Effortlessly he carried me into the dining room throwing me down on the table. He rolled me onto my stomach before yanking my feet off the table. I started to stand up but he smacked me in the back of the hard as he screamed at me "Stay down."

I heard his belt come undone and then a zipper before he dropped his pants. I planted my hands hard onto the table pushing up with all my might but he slammed me back down again. "I tried to be nice. I really did."

I couldn't see what he was doing now but I could feel that his fingers were wet when he slipped them into my backside. I could feel his cock rubbing against me and I started to scream. His hand left my back and grabbed the back of my head forcefully slamming my face into the table. He started to slowly slide his fingers in and out of my ass. After a few minutes he spoke again "I can see now you need to be shown a sissy's place in the world."

His cock was rock hard and sticking straight out as he guided to my puckered backside. I could feel his body twitching I knew he was going to take me right there. I craved cock endlessly but so far I had been too afraid to let Mickey anywhere near my ass. I wondered why he was waiting and then he gave me a choice. He said "Sissy by Monday morning you will be my slave. You will do my bidding without a second thought. Now there are two ways I can get you to that place. The first is simple. I spend the next Sixty-Seven hours abusing and humiliating you. When I am done with you, you won't even breathe without looking to me for permission."

Mr. Morgan paused and rubbed his hand over my lower back and ass. Settling his hand over my left cheek he give it a quick forceful slap. When I didn't respond fast enough he gave me a second hard slap. My voice was low I was afraid of my own voice as if someone would hear me and no it was me bent over the table. He smacked me a third time and I finally spoke up. "What is the other option... Daddy."

"The second option is one that I think will be very good for you. The second option is that you will profess your obedience to me on camera and explain to anyone watching that you are in fact a slave. So right now which is it option one or two?"

He didn't sit there passively waiting for my answer, Mr. Morgan 'Daddy' was probing my back side with his cock while he reached around and tweaked my nipples. Nestling his cock between my cheeks Daddy leaned over me and whispered in my ear. "I was honest about option two being your best choice. But I really hope you pick the first option. I have some friends that would love to bury their cocks deep in a little piece of sissy pussy like you. I bet your face would look amazing with ten or fifteen loads of hot cum dripping down it."

I felt a cold shiver down my spine I couldn't tell if he was bluffing but I didn't want to find out. I spoke clearly the first time even if it was a little quite "I choose the second option, Sir."

Daddy let out a heavy sigh and raised himself up. He took a hold of both cheeks and gave them a firm squeeze "Your parents have a video camera, right. Go get it and meet me in their room."

He stepped back and allowed me to get up. I watched him kick off his shoes and step out of his pants before I went looking for the camera. If I remembered right they kept it in my dad's home office. As I walked into my father's office I was suddenly very aware of my nudity. My father was the type to always buy the latest and the greatest tech toys. Of course he would lose interest in them about five minutes later so I was too surprised to find that my parents hadn't taken it on their trip with them. I was surprised though to find it charged. I grabbed the camera and quickly left the cluttered home office. Our house was a split design, the master suite on one side and the rest of the rooms on the other. So I had to cross the entire place to get to my parents room. I expected to find Mr. Morgan, Daddy, waiting for me griping that I had taken too long. Instead I found him digging through my mother's side of the walk in closet. It was like he had me low-jacked because the moment I walked in the door he called out to me "Stand in the far corner facing the wall."

I set the camera down on the bed and walked over to the corner. From where I was standing I could see my mother's vanity. It was old fashioned and had a large mirror that gave me a clear view of everything behind me. I could see Mr. Morgan, he wasn't rummaging about he was looking for something specific. I was starting to wonder how many times he had been in my house. Pulling down a large white shirt box, Mr. Morgan smiled as he let out a quite little laugh. As he was walking to the bed he looked into the vanity and winked. I looked away as my blood ran cold.

"Come on over here, Sissy." He said tossing the box onto my parent's bed. I walked over to him and as I drew near he took a hold of my hips guiding me until I was standing with him right behind me. The box was a good distance away so when he told me to open it, I naturally started to step away. Mr. Morgan, Daddy I reminded myself, dug his fingers into my hips stopping me from moving. As he slid one hand around to cup my penis he slid his other up my back. His hand felt like a burning ember as he gently pushed me down. One my stomach was parallel with the bed, Daddy started talking again. "Open the box."

I pulled the box open and was surprised to find a bright white set of bridal lingerie. Everything was in the box panties, bustier, stockings and a thin garter belt. I had seen my fair share of panties, lace, silk, cotton and everything in between but I had never seen lace this delicate. I reached in the box and ran my fingers over the bustier. The parts of the garment that weren't covered in lace were covered in a thick satin. I was ashamed to admit it, even to myself but if I had known this was in my mother's closet I would have worn it ages ago. As my caress moved to the panties I could feel his cock getting hard against my ass.

"Do you know what that is?" He asked as he slowly rubbed his cock along the crack of my ass. His fingers brushed the shaft of my penis which was growing harder with each breath I took. I nearly jumped when I felt his other hand press a finger to my ass. Daddy then started to move his finger in a rhythmic circle.

I gasped and as much as I wanted this all to end and for him to go away, at that moment right then I desperately wanted him to fuck me. I wanted him to enter me and make me his bride. If he had promised me that I would have begged him to take me. Instead he stopped caressing me and squeezed my testicles tight. "Answer me."

My eyes bulged out of my head and my voice, when it did come was sputtering and hoarse. "Bridal lingerie."

He released his grasp and returned to stroking my penis but the pain still lingered. "Very good, I told you that you are a sissy at heart. These are the panties that your mommy wore the night she became your Fathers property. And I think it is only fitting that you were them the night you become my property."

"Ok enough of that." He said as he jerked away from my backside. Moving around me Mr. Morgan picked up the video camera and gave it a once over before turning his attention back to me. "To start with I want you to get dressed in your mommy's lingerie, kissing each article before you put it on. Then I want you to put on some bright red lipstick and paint your finger nails a matching color. When you're done meet me in your Fathers office."

He gave me a hard smack on my ass before leaving me alone to complete my tasks. I held myself up till he left the room but the moment he was out of site I collapsed to the floor. Tears flowed freely and my body was racked with sobs. I gave myself a minute to cry but I knew I didn't have long and I said to myself if this was the easy way I really didn't want to experience the hard way.

I got to my feet and took the panties from the box first. The fabrics were not as thin as what was used now and the cut wasn't flattering at all. It seems that when my mother was married bikini panties had not come into style yet. I went to step into them when I remembered Daddy's orders. I brought the panties to my lips and gently kissed them before sliding them up my legs. The lace tickled my now smooth legs and I was delighted by the feeling. I wanted to take them off and put them on again but I knew the feeling wouldn't be the same.

As I settled the panties into place and picked up the bustier. Were the panties were translucent lace the bustier was a solid satin base with lace panels layered on top of it. Six straps hung down from the bustier's hem with clips to hold up stockings. That was when I noticed there was nothing else in the box. I put that out of my mind for the time being and instead focused on getting the bustier on. It was much more difficult than the occasional bra I had tried on. It had over a dozen clasps in the back that climbed higher up my back than I could reach. I understood then why brides always surrounded themselves with brides maids at weddings. In the end I wrapped it around myself backwards and spun the bustier around once I as done. I slipped my arms into the straps and pulled it up into place.

I felt lovely covered in satin and lace it wasn't till I looked at myself in the mirror that the fantasy came crashing down. The bustier's empty cups and the bulge in my panties reminded me that I wasn't really the woman I so very desperately desired to be. As my gaze lowered I was reminded that the box contained no stockings. Daddy had implied that I should only wear what was in the box. I was pretty sure he had assumed the stockings had been in the box. And I just knew he wouldn't want me to meet him without stockings. I pulled out a pair of white lace top nylon stockings from my mother's dresser. The stockings felt cool as I slide them up my leg, every inch of them exploded in a tingling sensation.

Even though I had never worn a pair I just knew I need some heels to make my outfit complete. As I was rummaging through my mother's shoes, discarding all that weren't just perfect, something occurred to me. I wasn't dressed as I was by choice. I hadn't chosen Mr. Morgan as a partner; He was forcing himself on me. Of course the one partner I had chosen for myself was barely a choice. I didn't spend time with Mickey Dolans because I wanted to I did it to stop being harassed. As I picked up a completely out of character for my mother pair of red spiked heels, I wondered if this is all my life was going to be. Was I going to spend the rest of my life as the play thing of forceful men? I wasn't ready to ask those questions of myself yet so I returned the red slut heels and grabbed a more reasonable pair. They were white with a three inch heel. I slipped the shoes on and took a few tentative steps.

Once I crossed my parent's room a few times without stumbling I took a seat at my mother's vanity. The chair was an antique wooden chair with almost no padding. It was an antique that had been passed down on my mother's side of the family. The chair didn't match the vanity and I was surprised my mother hadn't squirreled it away in the attic. She favored consistence and visual appeal above nostalgia. While I knew my father would disapprove of my sucking the occasional cock in nothing but pink lace panties, it was my mother whose reprisal I truly feared.

Pushing thoughts of future traumas from my mind I carefully looked through my mother's makeup. Everything on the table was meticulously ordered. I ignored most of the makeup and zeroed in on the lipstick and nail polish. There were probably two dozen different colors and about half of them were shades of red. Thinking back to the spiked heels and her panty collection I was starting to think my mother had a thing for the color red. I didn't know anything about matching skin tone to color so I just grabbed one of the reds that would be easiest to replace.

My first time putting lipstick on did not go well. I was so excited as I pulled the top off that I sent it flying across the room. When I finally got around to applying the deep red lipstick, my hand twitched so bad I left an uneven edge around my lips. I thought about trying to cleaning it up but was nervous I would do more harm than good. I twisted the stick back into the tube set it down before I went looking for the cap. I was pretty sure it went under my parent's bed but after five minutes of looking I gave up and figured I would find it later.

Returning to the vanity I set the lipstick aside and grabbed the bottle of nail polish. I actually found painting my nails easier then applying the lipstick. They were covered in just a few minutes and dried almost as fast. As I sat there blowing gently on my nails I realized it was time. My tongue darted out and I liked the tip of my finger. I don't know why I did it, the funny thing is it something that I always did after that day it became a sort of ritual.

I stood up and caught a glimpse of myself in a full length mirror. My hair could have been a more feminine cut but my slim body looked lovely in the lingerie. I reached up and tweaked both of my nipples. I wasn't aroused by it but it was what I felt I should do. They stiffened a little and then I licked my fingers and tweaked them again. Once they were hard I started the walk to my Fathers office. I walked quickly at first taking long elegant strides, but the closer I got the smaller my steps became.

The click of my Fathers decade old keyboard echoed down the hall as I drew closer to his office. Mr. Morgan, Daddy was very busy on my Father's computer. I know I had taken some time to prepare myself and I was surprised that Daddy had found something to keep himself busy for so long. When I entered my birth fathers office I found my daddy sitting naked behind his desk. He took much better shape of himself then I thought he did.

My parent's video camera was pointed at the door and obviously me. I tried to look sexy. I pushed out my non-existent chest and flat boy ass all while pouting my lips out like a porn star. He let me stand there for a few minutes as if my sudden appearance was some sort of inconvenience. When he did finally look up at me he laughed, he actually laughed. Daddy then waved his hand for me to come around the desk, at the same time he picked the camera up making sure the cameras all seeing electronic eye was always on me. Holding the camera with one hand, Daddy turned the computer monitor to face me.

The monitor was blank at first then it dissolved to a picture of me on my knees giving Mickey head. I felt flush when I saw the picture and that made Daddy smile. The picture only stayed on the screen for a few seconds and then it change. Words started typing across the screen. 'Read the following out loud'

The screen dissolved to white and then more words started to appear. I started to read the words as soon as they appeared. "Hello, my name is William, But I hate that name. My friends call me Billy, but I hate that name too. I hate those names, because they are boys names. I don't know if you noticed but I am not a boy. I am a...

The next words shuttered in my mouth when I tried to say them. I blinked hard and continued reading. "I am a cock loving, panty wearing pussy boy. I don't do very good in school, because there are so many boys all around and all I can think of is how much I want to suck their beautiful cocks.

Daddy pointed at me with two fingers and then gave me the signal to drop down to my knees. Once I was kneeling he stood. His cock was impressive it put Mickey's to shame and made mine look like a baby's. When he stepped to me the tip of that magnificent cock brushed against my nose. My jaw actually twitched as I parted my lips to take his cock into my mouth. Daddy rested his free hand on the top of my head. He didn't try and force me to take more of his cock then I was ready for. I was in ecstasy as my tongue slid across the underside of his cock. He let out a quite moan to tell me I was doing it right as I clamped my lips down around the base of his shaft. I jerked my head up keeping just his head my mouth. I ticked the tip of his cock before sliding back down.

As he moaned again I was in bliss, I felt for that moment that I knew what I wanted to be in my life. And then I looked up. He wasn't watching me, he was watching the camera. Yes the camera was pointed at me but Daddy was not focusing on me, and that reminded me once again I was a slave. I doubled my effort and started bouncing on his cock. I could feel him start to twitch as he pulled his cock from my mouth. He let out a quick whistle to draw my attention as he started stroking his cock. I knew what he wanted so I reached up and pushed his hands away. Wrapping my fingers gently around him I started beating away. I only had to stroke him three times before Daddy exploded on my face.

My new Daddy was a real man so I knew he would produce a lot of cum, but I was shocked when he covered almost my entire face. I flinched when his cum splashed across my face, but I quickly recovered. I reached up to wipe my face clean but when Daddy cleared his throat I knew he wanted me to leave it. Reaching down with two fingers Daddy scooped some cum from around my eyes. Making sure to keep my face in the frame of the camera Daddy reached down and pushed his fingers past my lips. I sucked his fingers as if I had been offered another cock. I wouldn't let his fingers from my mouth and after a bit he had to yank them free of me. I immediately felt silly when Daddy scooped cum from my other eye and slipped his fingers back into my mouth. I sucked hard enough on Daddy's fingers that he grimaced and jerked them from my mouth again.

Reaching down Daddy wiped his fingers dry on my bustier. Turning his attention, but not the camera, back to the computer Daddy pushed a button to restart the slide show. The first slide told me not to speak the following, after that 'Invite me to your parents room. Sway your hips like a trashy slut and smack your ass a few times for good measure. Once we get to their room you will climb on the bed and BEG me to fuck your boipussy.'

As if my lines earlier didn't hammer home my place in this new relationship. My next scripted actions did, I was to be a wanton slut, a toy for another man's pleasure. I put a giant smile on my face, which faltered just slightly as I felt cum drop off my upper lip, a said my lines. "Daddy, I have a really wonderful idea."

I reached up and took a hold of my new Daddy's now soft cock and stood up. I bit my lower lip and sucked in a drop of cum at the same time. I turned from Daddy and walked around the desk, I didn't look behind me but I just knew the camera would be focused on my ass. I made sure to put a sway in my step and paused at the door. I counted to three in my head and gave my ass a nice firm smack. I flinched from the pain which was ridiculous; I mean it was my hand after all. I looked over my shoulder and smiled demurely at my new Daddy, "Come on silly it will be fun."

Daddy got up after I said that but his face turned sour and I had a feeling I had somehow just gone too far. I whipped my head around because I knew if I showed fear on the tape he would be even more pissed. I smacked my ass again, but I didn't flinch this time, and started back for my parent's room. Daddy had slipped of his shoes, but not his socks so the clicking of my heals was followed by the swish of cotton on hard wood.

When we reached my parents room I climbed up onto the bed and took a deep breath. I felt very small kneeling on my parent's bed and my penis which had stiffened as I performed for my new Daddy went limp as a result. Every inch of my body that was touched by satin suddenly turned cold. I closed my eyes and reminded myself that I had fantasized about this. The fantasies were consensual but it was still my fantasy, right. I plastered a smile on my face and looked over my shoulder at Daddy. He was holding the camera with one hand and massaging his cock with the other.

"I was thinking Daddy, why don't you give me a nice smack on my cute little ass. And then bury that nice big cock in my tight little boipussy." I reached around my back and with two fingers grabbed the waistband of my panties. I pulled them up gently and felt my little penis stiffen as the satin bunched and sipped between my cheeks.

Daddy walked up behind me and placed his free hand gently on my back. He pushed me forward slowly until I was on my hands and knees. He slid a finger down the crack of my ass before gently rubbing the panty covered flesh between my penis and boipussy. Slipping his finger under the gusset of my panties and pulled them aside. What I expected to brutal was instead gentle. He reached up and slipped his thumb into my mouth I sucked and caressed it with my tongue for a moment before he pulled it out. He set his thumb at the bud of my boipussy and slowly but forcefully entered me. Daddy pushed and pulled his thumb out of me a few times before finally pulling it out.

Placing the head of his cock against my opening I again expected him to be brutal and again I was surprised. Using his free hand he tried to spread my cheeks. For the first time tonight I actually wanted to please him. I lowered my shoulders to the bed and turned my face hoping to keep his cum from dripping onto my parent's bedspread. With my hands free I reached back and spread my cheeks for him. Out of the corner of my eyes I could see Daddy smiling. His smile was infectious and I smiled to as I felt the tip of his cock about to enter me. He paused, just for the briefest of moments before pushing forward.

He was warm when he entered me and my penis instantly hardened. I had fooled around with a few girls before, but if you asked me then at that moment I would have agreed to anything to have that moment last forever. He moved slow at first in and back out, but he quickened his pace when I began to push back against him. As Daddy's pace began to steady he bent down and reached under me to message my penis. He gave it two quick strokes and then stood back up. As Daddy's pace began to slow I cried out for him to fuck me harder, I begged to be used. Pounding hard into me I could feel Daddy's cock begin to twitch, and the moment I felt it I exploded into my panties.

My hips spasm as my now sensitive penis rubbed against the warm stick satin panties. MY eyes started to roll back and I couldn't catch my breath as I waited the excruciating seconds for Daddy to fill my boipussy with his cum. But he didn't he pulled out at the last minute, stroking has cock as he shot his load down my back. Walking around the bed Daddy laid his filthy but still stiff cock before me. The smell was less then pleasurable but I knew what was expected.

As I sucked Daddy's cock into my mouth washing the disgusting taste of my own body from it, I suddenly realized how truly tired I was. After a few seconds of tonguing his cock Daddy pulled it free of my mouth and allowed me to lay there. My ass was still hiked up on my knees, with my panties pulled to the side. As his cock slipped from my lips Daddy turned off the video camera and tossed it on the bed.

"You know Billie, you make a pretty decent little bitch." I started to respond but daddy smacked my ass hard enough to give me the impression that I was to keep quite. I started to slid my legs out from under me when Daddy spoke again, "Keep that pussy up, faggot."

I pushed my ass back into the air as Daddy moved about. If I had been less tired I would have noticed that Daddy moved about my parent's room with a familiarity that he should not have had. I had only ever been interested in my mother's panties, so I had never looked in any other drawers. If I had I would have found what Daddy just pulled out, a large black vibrator. He walked back to the end of the bed and took up position behind me. I hoped he was going to fuck me again to give me another chance to feel that glorious cock deep inside me.

Of course I knew he wasn't, I knew the dildo would be filling me up. I felt the tip touch my back, as Daddy swirled it around in the pool of cum that covered my back. He placed the plastic cock against my backside, and waited. It was larger than Daddy and I was looking forward to his being as gentle as he had been earlier. But he wasn't. He slammed the cock deep inside me. I screamed in agony muffling his laughter. He rammed the cock in and out a few times twisting it around making sure he planted it as deep as possible. Once Daddy felt it was settled nicely he pulled my panties back into place.

I started to stand up but Daddy smacked my ass once again, this time centering it on the newly planted dildo. "You move when I tell you to move. Lay down."

I follow Daddy's orders and lay down on my parent's bed. He continues going through my mother's sex toy drawer. I don't think he found what he was looking for because he slammed the door and stomped off to the closet. I turned my head to see him and in the process smear Daddy's cum across the bed spread. I let out a deep sigh and watched Daddy out of the corner of my eye. I was grabbing belts testing its flexibility and then tossing them to the floor. I was terrified he was going ot start spanking me or worse, when he tossed a belt down and pulled out one of my Father's ties. He wore a tie to work every day, not wanting things to get boring he had hundreds of ties.

With a fist full of ties in his hand Daddy returns to the bed. He divided the ties up tossing them on either side of me. When he grabbed my hand pulling it too the bed post I jerked away. Anger flashed across his face for a moment, but he quickly calmed himself before speaking. "I can make it worse."

I slowly reached my arm out and he tied me to the bed post. He quickly made his way around the bed tying me spread eagle to the bed. Once he was satisfied that I was secured Daddy climbed on the bed and began to lay with my panty clad ass. "I think you have spent enough time prancing around in your mommy's panties. What do you think?"

I wasn't sure if he wanted an answer of he enjoyed the sound of his own voice. When I didn't answer he grabbed the base of the dildo and pressed it deeper into me. My eyes blurred and I wanted to speak but I found no air in my lungs willing to carry my voice. Once I sucked in a gulp of air I croaked out a reply. "I do too."

I had to suck in another breath of air before I could finish and even then I was almost to late as I could feel his hand moving back to the dildo. "Daddy."

"First thing tomorrow I am going to take you shopping. We will get you some naughty little panties all your own. And Billie, you will find in the years to come that if you simple do as your Daddy tells you too everything will be ok." Daddy then slipped his fingers into my panties and turned the vibrator to its highest setting. "Now Good night, sissy, and sleep tight we have a big day tomorrow."

As Daddy left the room I closed my eyes and tried to imagine what was to come. That was a hard night even worse than my first night in prison. I don't know how long the vibrators batteries lasted but it did eventually stop running and that was when I was finally able to get some sleep.