A Balance of Power

Sissy Fucker

Men, in general, only care about one thing, and that is turning women into their play toys. They mistakenly believe this is possible. In reality, women are the superior, and men are the inferior. There are few exceptions. 

I had my eyes on you for a while. I would watch you play with your kids and hug your pretty little wife. You are the model man. You are exactly what I have been looking for. I chose you to be my experiment. 

I know you won’t come on your own. I will have to take you by force and bend you to my will. Soon, you will be begging me to keep you, but for now, I need to get you in the trunk of my car.

I knocked you out and have you bound and gagged. We are on the way to my place.

“Who the fuck are you?” You screamed. We are in the basement. I took off the gag and allowed you to speak. “Why am I here?”

“Everything will be understood.” I wore a full black latex dominatrix suit.

“What did I do to you?”

“No more questions, cocksucker!” I cracked the whip 

The look of sheer terror on your face made my pussy wet. I had hoped it would be like this, where I could take you and make you into my little slave bitch. It was going to take some practice. 

“You have a beautiful wife!” I sneered. 

“Don’t you lay a hand on her!”

“What are you going to do if I do? You are tied up in a basement. I could leave and carve up her face, and you would never know.”

You started sobbing again, begging me not to touch her. I could do whatever I wanted to you, but just don’t touch her. It made me so horny. The adrenaline rush of power surging through me was intoxicating. I laughed and smacked you in the face. 

“I know this might be shocking, but I have something to tell you as your friend. I care about you and want you to know the truth.” 

“We aren’t friends! You fucking stole me away from my family!” 

“Your wife paid me to kidnap you.”

Your eyes were big, like in a cartoon when they saw the TNT getting ready to explode. “You are lying! That is not true!” 

“I don’t care if you believe me. She said she was tired of you and found someone new. You are a boring fucker, and she is taking the kids.” 

“Nooo! That is not true!” 

I turned and walked back up the steps from the basement. I needed you to sit in on what I had revealed. It was a lie, of course, but it didn’t matter. I needed you to be disillusioned with the life you thought you knew to begin to break you down. You would be in fight mode for a while, but if I let your mind process the reality of your situation, your mind would fill in details to corroborate what I had told you. Everything was working to plan. 

I fixed myself some lunch and got on my laptop to see if there was anything about a missing person on the news. We lived in a big enough city that it might get a small blurb, but no agency would put the resources in to find a middle-income nobody. 

I took a nap. It would be a long night of physical torment for my new sub in training. I had a whole plan laid out. The basement was soundproof. He could scream as loud as he wanted, and no one would hear him. I couldn’t wait! The anticipation was killing me. 

My alarm went off around 10 pm. You had been without food or water for the entire time. You were alone and cold. I kept the basement freezing temperature which also helped with the eventual submission. Your naked body must be shivering and exhausted, hanging from the leather ropes.

I put on my dominatrix outfit and headed downstairs. Sure enough, you barely raised your head in recognition of me when I stood in front of you with a bottle of water. 

“Hello, how was your day?” This was all part of the psychological warfare I was waging on you. 

You didn’t respond. 

“Would you like a drink of water?”

You nodded your head.

I took a long drink. “What are you going to do for me?”

“What do you mean?” Your voice was weak. I recognized minimal fight left in you. 

“This is a give-and-take kind of relationship. You give me something, and then I approve.”

“What do you want?” 

I leaned in and got close to his face. “Everything is built on privilege. I am going to demand certain things. Sexual things from you, and the better you do them, the more I do for you.”

“Sexual things?”

“Yes, you have children. You know about sex.” 

“Of course, but what do you want from me?” 

“I want you to do everything I say without question.” 

I kissed him on the lips. “Kiss me deeper!” 

He did. I smiled and bit his lip hard. It might have bled a little. He screamed but was unable to do anything about it. 

I smacked you across the face several times. I pushed the water bottle towards him, unscrewing the cap and tipping it over his lips. He drank in a few gulps. He looked relieved, and that aggravated me!

“Now it’s time for you to do something for me. I might feed you later, but only if you are a good boy.”

I put my strap-on, and even though he was exhausted, he started to protest, but I gave him a look of death, and he slumped down. 

“This will only hurt the entire time. If you relax, it won’t hurt as bad. I ran out of lube, so we must take it raw.” That was a lie, of course. I had plenty of lube…. 

Sissy Wants A Baby

I was always a little scared around her. She was always so much more confident and sure of herself. I knew I could never be like that. I was too timid. She liked keeping me under her thumb.

“We are going on a date tonight, little bro!” She announced.

“What about mom and dad?” I stammered.

“They said I could have the car for the evening just as long as you are with me. Which is exactly what I want.” She handed me a pair of her panties that were soiled from a night’s wear. “I masturbated several times in these, so they should keep your pussy warm.”

I pulled down my pants and underwear. She smiled and walked toward me with the look of a hungry animal. I didn’t understand what was happening exactly, but my penis did because it started moving. She started laughing. “Damn! You are into your sister, aren’t you?”

“No! I can’t help but think that it acts like that. Mom said it was part of being a man, and I should not be ashamed.”

“Mom doesn’t know anything about us, and you can never tell her or anyone else about our special time together.”

“I won’t. I promise.”

“Good. Don’t put those panties on just yet. I need to check some things before we go on our date.” She locked the door to her bedroom. Mom and Dad told us to keep our bedroom doors open and never locked. My sister did what she wanted, so they didn’t want her to go out. She would go crazy. Maybe get on drugs or worse.

“Sit on the bed, baby.” She said in a seductive voice. She looked at me in the eyes and began unbuttoning her blouse. “I wanna show you more of me, and tonight, you will see me like you have never seen me.”

I covered my privates out of embarrassment. I was starting to feel weird. Like that hungry animal, I saw in my sister. She batted my hands away from covering myself, and I was fully erect. She hadn’t even shown me anything yet. I had seen her ass and pussy lots of times while we were changing, but things were different now. I had gone through the change, and shit was confusing.

She did a little sexy dance as she took off her blouse and bra. I saw her breasts entirely now. They were so beautiful. I had this urge to grab them and suck on them the way I did when I was a baby. I didn’t think about Mom like I did about my sister. It was so confusing but also exhilarating.

She pulled down her pants, and even though I had seen her legs and hips so many times, everything made my dick twitch. Her panty lines made my muscles tense up as she turned to show off her ass. She pulled her panties down and spread her ass cheeks. “I don’t wanna wait till tonight. I want you now, baby brother!”

She jumped on top of me, pushing me down on her bed. My dick feeling the skin of an actual girl. It didn’t matter that it was my sister. My cock wanted what it wanted, and right now, it was embraced by the glorious hairy pussy of hers. She was beautiful and this felt so grown up.

We kissed passionately. I grabbed her ass. She grabbed my dick with her hand and place it firmly in the wetness of her pussy. I lunged awkwardly and made it inside of her. We kissed even more, and she moaned about how good I felt, and she couldn’t wait to have a baby with me. I didn’t understand how it worked or even if she was telling the truth, but I didn’t care in the moment. It felt so good.

We kept pushing and pulling. She lifted her ass slightly, my cock going in and out, rubbing against a place that made her moan even more. I knew that must be the right place. I just wanted to please her. Maybe she would let me have her again. Perhaps even every day. At that moment, I didn’t care if we got caught. She was all I wanted.

I felt a rush from my cock to my brain, flooding it with pleasure. She giggled. “You came for me, little bro! Great job!” It was the first time I had ever heard words of appreciation. She jumped off the bed and put her hand around her pussy, bringing up a milky gooey substance. “You came inside me!” She was pleased. I heard about that, but I had not experienced it yet. “I might be pregnant soon, but we gotta keep trying. Now get out of my room!”

I quickly put on my clothes and made my way back to my room, confused and playing back the moments of ecstasy.  

Sweet Jolene

“Come in, Jolene,” Betty purred, her voice as smooth as silk and as enticing as the darkest chocolate. She gestured for the trembling sissy boy to enter her lair, a dungeon that reeked of lust, power, and unbridled passion. “I’ve been expecting you.”

Jolene, gorgeous in his lingerie and heels, hesitantly stepped inside, his heart pounding in anticipation of the delicious torment that awaited him. He cast his gaze around the room, taking in the array of whips, chains, and restraints that adorned the walls like some twisted art exhibit.

“You have quite a collection,” Jolene croaked out, his voice barely audible over the throbbing of his pulse.

Betty laughed, a sound that was equal parts sultry and menacing. “Oh, this is just the tip of the iceberg, my dear Jolene. But don’t worry, we’ll get to know each other intimately over time.”

Betty slowly circled her new prey as she spoke, her fingers caressing the various instruments of pleasure and pain that hung within reach. Jolene shivered, his body betraying his excitement despite the nerves threatening to consume him.

“Now, tell me,” Betty continued, her voice dropping to a low whisper, “what do you desire? What brings you to me, seeking the sweet sting of my dominion?”

Jolene swallowed hard, his eyes darting around the room as he searched for the words to express his most profound, most secret fantasies. “I-I want to be dominated, Miss Betty. I want to feel your power over me, to be at your mercy.”

A slow, wicked smile spread across Betty’s lips. She stopped pacing and stood directly before Jolene, towering over him with absolute authority. “And what about humiliation, my petit choux? Are you sure you can resist its allure?”

Jolene’s eyes widened, and he shook his head fervently. “No, Mistress. I-I don’t want to be humiliated. I just want to be… owned.”

Betty raised an eyebrow, intrigued by this unusual request. She had dominated countless men and women in her time, but never had she encountered one so specific in their desires. Still, something about Jolene – something in his vulnerability and unwavering determination– sparked a fire within her.

With a nod, she made her decision. “Very well, Jolene. We shall embark on this journey together. But know this: once we begin, there is no turning back. In body and soul, you will be mine to do with as I please. Do you understand?”

Jolene’s heart raced, but he met Betty’s gaze without flinching. “Yes, Mistress. I understand. And I can’t wait to begin.”

“Jolene, are you ready to begin?” Betty asked, her voice a silken caress that seemed to stroke every nerve in his body.

He nodded, barely able to speak as he knelt before her, surrounded by a kaleidoscope of sensual delights. The scent of leather, sandalwood, and pure lust permeated the air, heightening his senses and fueling his anticipation.

Betty raised her boot to his lips with a slow, deliberate movement. Jolene closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, savoring the musky fragrance that clung to the black leather. As he pressed a kiss to the polished surface, he felt a shiver race down his spine, anticipating the exquisite torment that awaited him.

“Good boy,” Betty murmured, her fingers through his hair. “Now strip for me. I want to see every inch of your beautiful body.”

Jolene complied, his fingers trembling as he undid the buttons of his blouse and slid it off his shoulders. Betty watched him intently, her gaze raking over his slender form, taking in the swell of his hips and the perky nipples that begged for her touch.

“You’re so lovely,” she purred, her hands reaching to caress his skin. “I can’t wait to mark you as mine.”

Jolene shuddered, his body flushing with heat as Betty’s fingers traced intricate patterns on his chest and stomach. He moaned softly, his hips involuntarily rocking forward in search of friction to ease the building ache between his thighs.

Betty chuckled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “So eager, my pet?” Without waiting for a response, she grabbed his wrists, binding them tightly with silk ropes.

“Spread your legs,” she commanded, her voice now sharp and demanding.

Jolene complied, his heart pounding in his chest as the cool air brushed against his exposed flesh. Betty’s fingers danced along his inner thighs, inching ever closer to the damp, sensitive flesh that ached for her touch.

Suddenly, her palm came down hard on his behind, the loud smack echoing through the room. Jolene gasped, the sting of the slap sending a jolt of pleasure through his entire body.

“You like that, don’t you?” Betty taunted, raining a series of sharp smacks on his bottom. “You love the feel of my hand on your skin. You crave the burn, the heat, the pleasure-pain.”

Jolene could only moan in response, his legs trembling as the onslaught continued. He was barely aware of the tears streaming down his cheeks; his world was reduced to the exquisite agony that coursed through him with each strike.

And then, just as suddenly as it began, it stopped. Betty’s gentle touch returned, her fingers tracing soothing patterns on his inflamed flesh. Jolene whimpered, his body craving more of the sweet torment that had him teetering on the edge of ecstasy.

“Shh,” Betty crooned, running her fingers through his hair. “It’s alright, my love. I’ve got you. I’ll always take care of you.”

She reached for a nearby bottle, dripping the contents onto her fingers. Jolene flinched as the cool liquid trailed down his leg, pooling at the base of his spine. He tensed, unsure of what to expect but trusting Betty implicitly.

With a slow, steady pressure, Betty began to massage the liquid into his skin, her fingers working the cooling balm into his burning flesh. The relief was instantaneous, the soothing lotion calming the fire within him.

“Feel better?” she asked, her voice a soft murmur in his ear.

Jolene nodded, his body limp with gratitude and desire. He had never known such sensations, the intensity of the pain tempered by the depth of Betty’s care.

“Good,” Betty purred, her fingers again seeking out his most sensitive areas. “Because we’re just getting started.”

One balmy evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow over the city, Betty eagerly awaited her session with Jolene. The young sissy boy had captivated her in a way no other client ever had, and she couldn’t deny the deep attraction and connection that was growing between them.

As the door to her dungeon opened, Betty’s heart skipped a beat at the sight of Jolene, his slender form clad in a sheer, provocative lingerie set that left little to the imagination. His eyes, lined with kohl, sparkled with excitement and desire as he approached her, falling gracefully to his knees to kiss her boots.

“Mistress,” he murmured, his voice barely a whisper. “I’ve been dreaming of this moment all week.”

Betty’s chest tightened at his words, an emotion overwhelming her. She reached down to cup his face in her hands, gazing into his eyes with an intensity that left them both breathless.

“Jolene,” she said, her voice husky and longing. “You have no idea how much I’ve been looking forward to this too.”

They stayed momentarily, their connection palpable, before Betty tore her eyes away and began the session. She guided Jolene through a series of poses and tasks, each one designed to deepen his submission and heighten his arousal.

Betty became increasingly drawn to the vulnerability that flickered beneath Jolene’s surface as the session progressed. His willingness to surrender to her every whim was intoxicating, but it was the glimpses of the fragile soul beneath the sissy boy persona that genuinely captivated her.

Sensing her desire to connect deeper, Jolene took a risk, breaking the rule of not talking about their personal lives.

“Mistress, there’s something I need to share with you,” he said, his voice trembling with emotion. “Something that’s been weighing on me for a long time.”

Betty’s heart constricted her instincts as a domme warring with her growing feelings for Jolene. She considered reprimanding him for breaking the rules but couldn’t bring herself to do it. Instead, she nodded, gesturing for him to continue.

Jolene took a deep breath, his eyes filling with tears as he shared a painful memory from his past, a traumatic experience that had shaped him into the person he is today.

Betty’s heart ached as she listened for the young man kneeling before her. She could relate to his pain and vulnerability, her past traumas echoing in his words.

When he finally finished, she pulled him into her arms, holding him tight as he sobbed against her shoulder. It was a profoundly intimate moment that transcended their roles as domme and submissive and laid the foundation for a deeper, more meaningful connection.

From that day forward, their sessions took on a new intensity. Their shared vulnerability weaved a bond between them that neither could have anticipated. It was a journey of self-discovery and trust that would challenge them both and ultimately change their lives forever.