Date: Mon, 30 May 2011 11:55:14 -0700 (PDT)
From: sissy missy <juicylucy38c@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Wildest Fantasy

My Wildest Fantasy & My Worst Nightmare

While I have pursued femdom relationships in the past, and have even enjoyed a
cuckold relationship with a wonderful woman, nothing prepared me for what I find
myself in now.

It all started with an ad I put on a gay website.  I was looking for even more
humiliation then any of the relationships in my past had brought to me.  I was
looking for the ultimate in humiliation and degradation to spark my libido.  And
want it or not, I found it........................in spades!!!!
My profile was as follows:


Wanted:  Hot loads of cum in my mouth.  My humiliation and perverted fantasies
are Your lucky day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Anyone looking to blow a load in my willing mouth should contact me.  No
questions, no reciprocal action is expected.  Just looking to swallow a few
CLEAN disease free loads while i am there for You.  :-)   Uncut preferrred.  Big
cummers preferred.
I  show up at Your door.  You invite me in and tell me to get naked.  After I
remove my clothing except for the cock cage You keep me in, You tell me to
kneel.  Dropping Your pants You tell me to kiss Your ass and beg for what I
want.  As I nuzzle my face in between Your ass cheeks, smelling Your rich aroma,
and getting ready to tongue Your asshole,  I wonder why I am doing
this..............................and then I remember.
I realize that You will not let me suck Your cock until You agree to allow me to
be Your maid and clean Your house for You, including all the laundry, vacuuming,
dusting, dishes, and waxing of all of Your floors.  I kneel behind You and kiss
Your asshole, tonguing it lovingly while begging You to be Your maid.  You tell
me that You cannot afford a maid and that they cost money.  I kiss Your ass and
agree with You.  You ask me me if I will take care of the maids pay and I assure
You that I will.
You then ask me if sissy maids are probably more expensive then 'real' maids and
I have to agree that they are probably more expensive and You then make me agree
to pay even more for Your sissy maid to clean Your house for You.  All for the
opportunity to suck Your cock...........and eat Your sperm.

Doesn't anyone need a maid twice a month?????????????????????????

I had a few responses in the following months, but nothing ever panned out and I
vowed that if I found the Man that would make my fantasy come true then I would
do everything I could to make it satisfying and enjoyable for Him.
One day, I received an email from a Man that called Himself 'Master'.  He wrote
that He knew exactly what I needed.  That He understood that I had to degrade
myself for Him. That he realized that I would never be happy or fulfilled until
I was not only humiliated but controlled into doing things I would never do
normally.  He then told me that in the future I would be begging Him to do even
more outrageous and degrading things on a regular basis and would feel even more
'stupid' for doing so.  He described Himself as a Black Man, 6 feet tall,  mid
40's, 190 pounds, an 8" uncut cock, and a dominant personality.
Well................I was mesmerized by His email and,.......................I
was hooked as soon as I saw his picture.  Not only was he a good looking Man,
His cock was BEAUTIFUL!  It was made for worship! When soft the foreskin
completely enclosed the head.  And when hard, it was formidable looking indeed,
with all of the veins bulging out leading to the enormously large head.    My
little pecker was hard instantly when I saw the pics.

Of course,  I wrote to Him immediately, telling Him how excited I was about
Him,  and asked Him how and when we might meet. That should have been my first
clue of our soon to be relationship but I did not even have a glimmer of
understanding what was in store for me.
He wrote back and told me that I had to prove myself to Him before He would even
meet me.  He said that if I was serious about any relationship with Him, I had
to first send Him proof of His control of me.  If I wanted to be His 'faggot', I
had to first go to a tanning studio and tan myself wearing a woman's bikini
bathing suit.  I was to shave all the hair from my body from the neck down.  And
I was to practice deep throating a dildo so that when we met I would be able to
be all that I could be.  He explained that He Himself was not gay but wanted me
to be able to be an accomplished cocksucker anyway.  He assured me that I would
eat His come on a regular basis, but that sucking His cock would be a reward
after I proved myself to Him.
There was no doubt in my mind that I would do exactly as He said.  I made the
appointments for tanning.  I shaved my body.  I practiced on a dildo until I
could take it all the way down my throat.  It was like I was obsessed in doing
whatever He wanted. The following pictures document my submission to him:


(Author's note- Pictures will be sent by email upon request)


It took about 3 weeks for the tan to get deep enough for Him to be satisfied
with how 'stupid' I looked.  In the meantime, He instructed me to purchase a
chastity cage for what He refers to as 'my clitoris'.  He had me put it on and
send Him the key while we were communicating over this time period.  He enjoyed
telling me that He masturbated at least once a day, sometimes twice, and He
always chuckled after He came thinking of me not being able to touch my little
clit.  Sheesh!

It was humiliating to be sure.  Knowing that He could cum whenever He wanted and
I was getting hornier by the day!  He would make me write lines to Him during
this time.  In longhand!  "I cannot wait until my nose is buried between Your
ass cheeks, Sir" 500 times.  "Your asshole and my lips are made for each other
Sir" 1000 times.  "Please rub Your dick cheese on my nose and upper lip, I just
LOVE the smell" 1500 times.  "Thank You for considering me to be Your ass
licking, cum drinking, perverted maid and servant" 2000 times.  During all of
these trials He put me through, I remained hard and excited.  At least, as hard
as the chastiy cage allowed me to.

It was finally time to meet.  He directed me to come to His house which, lucky
enough for me, was only 25 minutes from my own residence.   He told me that He
would be sitting in a chair that had no bottom.  That I was to come in the house
after knocking and hearing His response, take off all of my clothes, and slide
under the chair putting my nose directly on His asshole, and thank Him for being
allowed to be under Him smelling His asshole.

I do not think I have ever been so hard.  I lay there under Him, my nose just
millimeters from His asshole, smelling His musky scent, seeing the puckered ring
of His anus, longing to kiss it lovingly.  I feared for the plastic cage
breaking with all of the blood pooled in my little clit!

He then started talking to me.  Telling me that this is where I should
be........................what I should be smelling..............and how my life
is going to be from now on.  I could only murmur agreement as I inhaled his
heady fragrance.  He started stroking His cock slowly, I could feel his balls
moving gently just inches from my chin while He continued to  talk to me.
Does my ass smell good?  Do you really want to eat my cum on a regular basis?
Do you really want to be my maid and clean my house for me every week?  DO you
agree to abide by all of My rules and to do whatever I wish for as long as I
wish it?  DO you promise to never complain of my treatment of you no matter how
degrading and perverted it may be?

Yes, Yes, Yes, I answered Him.  I promise, I promise I promise!  Whatever You
want, whenever You want, However You want, wherever You want, why ever You want,
I promise to do everything You could ever imagine just please let me stay here
and smell Your asshole.

"You may kiss it once",  he told me, and as I did I heard Him grunt and stand up
and turn around and His cock exploded on my face and lips.  I opened my mouth to
receive the last four or five spurts.  I could feel it dripping off of my face
and lips, the gamy taste and thick texture deep in my mouth and tongue.  As I
swallowed, I looked up to His face and eyes and said "Thank You Sir for allowing
me to receive  Your gift."

As He looked down to my messy cum-filled face He smiled and said "It is not a
gift, you WILL be paying for it in the long term!!"   "Now get dressed, get out
of here, and await my call.  Perhaps next time you come over I will allow You an
orgasm.  And when I have you over next time, be prepared to work, have your
maid's costume on, curtsey to me, slide under the chair, place your lips and
nose on my asshole and thank me for humiliating you."   "Beat it"
I was hard until he called me 4 days later.  The cage was becoming unbearable,
but it was a small price to pay for the degradation I had received and that I
was hoping for in the future.  I could not wait for His call.  It finally came
as I was despairing that He would never call.  "Are you ready to go to work?" he
asked.  "Yes sir, yes sir I am, immediately if You require it!"  A brief chuckle
and then, " Be here tomorrow at nine in the morning, dressed and ready to
please, faggot!"  "Yes Sir, thank You Sir" I said to the dial tone as He had
already hung up on me.

I did not sleep very well in anticipation of prostating myself under Him again.
I knocked on the door, heard the bellow of "enter" and walked in to His home.  I
immediately took off the loose sweats I had worn over the maids outfit I had
previously donned, looked at Him sitting in the chair with no bottom.  He was
naked in all of His black glory, His hard cock was jutting out while He absently
stroked it with a smirk on his face.  I curtseyed to Him, said "Thank You Sir"
and got down to the floor and slid my head and face under His chair.  His
asshole was just above my lips and nose, and I could not only see, but smell the
difference from the first time I was in this worship position.  It looked like
He had not taken much deliberation in wiping the last time He had defecated and
the smell was very apparent as well.  Still, as horny as I was, not having come
in quite awhile, it did not seem to bother me as much as I would have thought.
The brown smears surrounding His asshole were not as gross as I would have
imagined they would be.

"Let me tell you how it is going to be, asswipe.  You live for having your nose
on my asshole.  There is nothing more important to you.  I know it, and you know
it.  You are going to beg me to be my maid, and beg me to eat my cum, and beg
for many other things as well.  Just so you know where your place is I am going
to play a little video I made of your last visit.  You can listen to it while
you sniff my asscrack.  And just so you know that you will do whatever I say, I
am going to tell you what your real name is, what your real job is, and where
you live.  I did a little google search on you after getting your name off of
your driver's license in your wallet the last time you had your nose in my ass.
So, if you do not want everyone to know what a cum-sucking faggot ass-licker you
are, you are going to kiss my asshole right now and say 'I belong to You now
Sir'.  Now say it, loser! "

Oh My God,  I could not believe it.  He had videotaped our first visit, and as
far as I knew he was already videotaping this visit of me walking in, curtseying
in my maid's outfit, crawling under His chair, putting my nose and lips next to
His asshole and saying thank you sir.  Sheesh!   He knew who I was, where I
worked, and where I lived.  I had no choice, I pursed my lips, moved my head a
half inch and kissed his asshole saying "I belong to You now Sir".   He chuckled
and said "Yes you do, faggot"

"So this is how it is going to be faggot.   I know, from your profile, that you
have this need to eat my cum and be my maid.  I also know that you have the
desire to have to pay for this privilege.  In fact, you will pay for everything
I give you.  That should make you feel especially stupid and abused like the
humiliated and degraded scum that you longed to be."


"Say 'Thank You Sir for abusing me'" He said to me.  Of course I responded with
"Thank You Sir for abusing me".  After another little chuckle he said, "Okay
then My faggot little sissy, we are going to play a game that I enjoy, and I am
sure you will come to love it as well.  It is called 'Twenty Questions', and the
reason I am filming this is so that you will be able to view a copy of it later
and know exactly how much money you have to bring with you next time I summon
you to clean my house."

"I will ask you a question, and you will kiss my asshole, think of your response
to my question while you slide your tongue deeply into my asshole, then kiss my
asshole again and then answer my question.  Each time you kiss my asshole, you
will pay me $10.00, and each time you slide your tongue deep into my ass, you
will pay me $5.00.  What this means to you asswipe is each and every question I
ask you will cost you $25.00."


"Your dicklette seems to understand what I am saying.  It looks like it might
break that cage!  Do You understand the game??

"Yes sir, I understand" ,  I murmured from under His ass."

"Good, and one more thing, speak up loud and clearly for the video.  I want
everything you answer to be legible and clear.  Keep in mind that you are not
allowed to ever answer in the negative.  Should you not want to answer 'Yes',
then I will allow you to say 'ohhhhhh' first and then answer in the
affirmative.  That way I will know that you probably are not wanting to say
'yes'.  It should make the video much more fun and degrading for You."

"Now then, tell me, how does my asshole smell?" he asked me.

"It smells much stronger than the last time I was here, Sir", I answered him.

"Hahahahaha, that is because I did not do a very good job of wiping yesterday
when I shit, and I have not showered since then either in anticipation of having
Your nose up there today"  Wasn't that thoughtful of me?"

"ohhhhhhhh, Yes Sir"

"You must like the way it smells, because you have already paid me $100..00 with
the last 4 questions.  Hahahahaha.  I want you to lick it clean now, and before
you answer the next question think about your answer while you  kiss and french
my asshole.  Don't you want to beg me to lick my asscrack clean??"

"ohhhhhhhhhhh jeez, Yes Sir, please allow me to clean Your sweaty, dirty
asscrack with my tongue.  Please allow me to taste the gift that You have made
for me by not cleaning there.  Please let me clean it with my tongue, please,
please please."

"hahaha  This is going to be so much fun having you in my life and under my
ass.  My Cock is hard at the thought  of how much amusement you are going to
give me.", he said to me, as I started bathing his backside with my tongue.  His
taste was acrid and pungent, but my cock was so swollen it was almost painful in
the cage.  The more I licked and cleaned and swallowed, the more I was turned on
by the whole scene.  It was as if He actually understand exactly what I needed.


"Taste good?," he asked me.

"Yes, Yes it does Sir"

"Would You like me to take off your cage and allow you to stroke yourself while
you are making love to my asshole with your tongue.  It will be the only way you
are allowed to masturbate so I suggest You take my offer."

"Please, please, yes sir, please allow me to stroke myself" I responded
immediately.

He bent forward in the chair and unlocked my cage, slipping the cage and ring
roughly off of my tiny hard dicklette.  "There my little sissy, go ahead and
touch your little clit.  But keep in mind that you do not have permission to
come.  There is only one way that you may have an orgasm and you will learn what
that is when the time is right.  I do have to warn you though that if you play
with yourself while kissing my ass, the price of each question is doubled!
Hahahahaha.   Do you still want to masturbate while making love to my asshole?
You already owe me $175.00, I wonder if you are going to start paying $50.00 per
question."

My cock gave me away.  It was so hard, harder than it has ever been.  I had to
touch it, to stroke it, to feel the heat of it.  "Yes, sir, thank You so much
for allowing me to touch my clit", I sheepishly answered him.

I could hear him chuckling as I kissed his ass and answered his first $50.00
question, stroking my clit as I did so.  It felt sooooooo good.

"So, my little sissy, how much do maid's make?"

"I think they make around $50.00 per visit Sir"

"Hmmmmmmm, so how much are you going to pay me to be my sissy maid, certainly it
must be more than a real maid?"

"Would $100.00 every time I came over to clean Your house be sufficient Sir?"

"Haha,  since You already paid me $100.00 just talking about it, I think it will
be fine.  I expect You to come by once a week on Saturdays at 9:00 AM sharp.  Do
all of the dishes that I have piled up in the kitchen sink, scrub and wax the
kitchen and bathroom floors, vacuum all of the other rooms, make my bed, dust
everything, clean all of the windows, then pack up all of my laundry and take it
home with you to do at your house.  I expect you to soak all of my underwear for
one hour apiece in your mouth , making sure that any stains are resting on your
tongue.   After they have soaked,  handwash them, hang dry in your bathroom, and
then iron and fold them. If anyone visits and wonder why you have so many pairs
of extra large Men's underwear hanging in your bathroom I want you to tell them
that you love the asshole they belong to.    All of the rest of the laundry will
be ironed, folded, and brought back on Your next visit.  The suits will be
dry-cleaned.  DO you understand?"

"Yes Sir, I understand completely", as I once again kissed his asshole.

"I will start each session with '20 questions' before you start on your duties
as maid.  You shall curtsey, crawl under my chair and lay the money you owe me
from your last visit upon Your chest, and say "thank You Sir".  Before you start
cleaning I will probably ejaculate into your mouth.  You do want me to do that,
Don't You??"

"Yes sir, Yes sir I do!!"
"How much do You think that is worth?  To be able to taste my cum in your mouth,
having sperm breath all morning while you clean my house for me."

"Sir, I have no idea.  I know it is an honor, but I really have no idea what to
pay You for it."

"Hmm, do you like the taste?"

"Oh yes sir, I do.  Last time it was wonderful"

"Hmmm, and would You hope to have a mouthful before work and after work as
well??"

"Yes Sir.  I would hope to drink all of Your cum as often as You would allow me
to do so.  I would gladly drink all of Your cum if You would allow it", I
responded thinking that it would please Him to see how far I would go to be his
cum-junkie.

"I will allow it.  In fact, you have just given me a great idea.  Since with
your next answer, you will owe me another $200.00 just talking about my cum, we
will start with $200.00 for every hot load I spurt into Your waiting mouth.  I
will also save my cum in the freezer for you, each and every time I masturbate
thinking of how stupid you are, I will wear a rubber so that you can suck out
the cum out of them while you clean my house. You can pay me $100.00 for each
and every rubber I save for you Hahahahaha , good job sissy.  Now, did you
really mean what you said about my every load??"

"ohhhhhhhhhhhh jeez.  Yes sir.  Thank you so much for allowing me Your every
load of jism.  I look forward to each and every one of them.  Whenever Your cock
needs to relieve itself I will be there for You with an open and willing
mouth!", I answered while trying to hold back my own approaching orgasm.

With that, he stood up and turned around, knelt over my chest and blasted his
load of hot cum down my throat.  "Get to work, sissy", He told me as He turned
around and walked off to the other room.  At least one of us came, I thought, as
I wondered what I might have to do be allowed an orgasm.

The first day as His maid was a long one.  And I did not get the opportunity to
eat another of his loads when I was done.  Although I did get other treats. He
rang a little bell and when I heard it I was unsure what it was.  After the
third set of rings I walked into the room He was in and said timidly "Yes
Sir?".  He told me that whenever I heard the bell I was to come running, curtsey
in front of Him and say "Yes Master, You rang?".  I curtseyed to Him and said
the required words.  He smiled at me and said, "Get me a cold beer from the
refrigerator".  I scurried off to do His bidding and when I returned He said
that  since I had promised to 'have an  open and willing mouth whenever His cock
needed to relieve itself' that I could get on my knees in front of Him and beg
to be allowed to drink His piss.  I did not know what to do.  This was more than
I had bargained for.  BUT, my cock was still hard as it had been all day long
while I cleaned His house.  I had not come for over 3 ½ weeks and thinking of
everything that had happened so far, I made the decision to be all that I could
be, so to speak.  I begged Him to allow me to drink His piss, to feel the warm,
golden liquid splash in my mouth and down my throat. I pleaded with Him to
always allow me the honor of serving as His toilet.  He laughed as He stood up
and took His cock out, explaining to me that I would certainly be His favorite
toilet and that for the privilege of drinking His piss, I could pay Him $50.00
for each and every time.  He pissed twice that day before I was done, each time
filling my belly with His urine, each time making me feel even more stupid.


When I was done, He had me put on the chastity after holding an ice pack over my
poor clit and blueballs.  He indcated that I might just be able to have an
orgasm next time I came over.  He also told me that He did not necessarily care
for the maids outfit and hated the thought of me in loose sweats to cover it up
while going and coming from His house.  He told me that I was to dress like the
sissy faggot that I was, and that next time I came over I would be wearing short
white 'Daisy Duke' shorts, a pink, lacy t-shirt with short capped-sleeves and a
short midriff so that my bellybutton showed, white lacy anklets and mary jane
shoes.  No jacket or outer clothes to cover it up would be allowed.  When I
cleaned His house I would be naked save for the little hard on I would probably
have jutting out, caged or not,  and, of course, my tan lines.

 I shuddered as I thought of how stupid I would look in public in that outfit,
and how stupid I would look cleaning his house naked, but I complied with, "Yes
Master, thank You for Your instructions" and another little curtsey.  What could
I do, he was filming everything.  I could not have Him let all of my friends and
acquaintances and work associates know what I had become.   He smiled and said,
"Get out, sissy, see you next Saturday."  "And don't forget my laundry and dry
cleaning by the back door on your way out".


Stay tuned for Chapter 2.-   "It gets worse"