Cynthia's Sissies Pt. 01

[Foreword

This short story is Extremely degenerate and offensive, not to mention ridiculous. I don’t engage in or endorse Anything shown here.]

Cynthia’s Sissies, Part 1

Miss Cynthia Remington reclined in her tall red leather-clad throne. She was a pimp… among other things… and ran a highly immoral prostitution ring… and it payed Her very well…

Sex sells. It was the way of the world… and her Master understood the ways of the world more than anyone…

She was 45 but looked like she was in her early 20s. She was tall, slim and white with long blonde hair and piercing green eyes.

Her angular face would have been beautiful if not for her blacked soul and sociopathic lust for power and money…

This morning, she wore a long black silky night gown with shoe-string shoulder straps to go over her wide shoulders and reclined in her office as she skimmed over her Return-on-investment data.

Her breasts hung heavily on her chest as large as watermelons… she really couldn’t resist showing them off… not after the price she’d paid to acquire them…

She sipped her drink from a crystal goblet and felt relaxation and liberated thoughts flow through her… Her peace was suddenly disturbed by muffled male moaning coming from her bedroom down the hall…

Anger flared in her briefly… disturbing her communion with her Master in the supposed seclusion of her mansion estate was extremely irritating…

She had intentionally left the Police Commisioner tied down and gagged since she had tired of him last night… He wouldn’t be making any further enquiries when she was done with him…

Cynthia was 6ft 3 and rather well muscled, without losing her feminine nature. No man (or woman) could stand before her and not feel bizarre compulsions born of desire.

She owned over 200 prostitutes that were little more than slaves leashed to her will by fear and lust. Most of them had been men… but not when she was done with them…

Her associates had concocted a DNA-altering, hormone-deregulating substance which behaved very much like a virus…

It was ideally applied on the skin or directly into the bloodstream as a different compound – after which it would begin to affect tissues it came into contact with… This was known as Stage 1.

During stage 1, DNA instructions would be altered and the body would begin producing ‘different’ cell formations which were comparable with female development… but usually more extreme…

Needless to say, testosterone levels would deplete to almost nothing and estrogen would skyrocket…

The subject/victim would find it impossible to maintain serious muscle mass and breast tissue would grow where pectoral muscles had once been…

Testicles would shrink to a very small size, the prostate would become as big as baseball and the penis would never be able to get hard…

The fibres in the penis would never be properly engorged with blood and so the penis would atrophy – occasionally getting hard for very brief moments before orgasm – but even this would cease as the years rolled on…

Then came Stage 2. As the pseudo-virus continued spreading, it would eventually enter the blood stream and begin affecting the entire body… including the bones and the brain.

Bone structure would become noticeably feminine and the victim’s IQ would decrease significantly…

At this point, they would be only obsessed with orgasming, sex, simple rewards and thoughts of punishment… they would be reduced to the state of an animal incapable of higher level thinking… pitifully easy to control…the perfect slave….

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The cold winter night air bit hungrily into Jemima’s exposed ankles… It was Friday night, and she was standing on the street corner as had been usual for her these past months…

The salty taste of cum still lingered in her quietly chattering mouth… She was dressed in black high heels, a pink rubber miniskirt and a Pink bra to hold her heavy breasts.

Over everything she wore a knee-length white fur coat of exotic snow tiger. She had received it years ago from her mistress pimp in return for her snitching on a conspiracy of rebellious sluts…

She made a habit of wearing her black panties as well, to hide her shamefully small willy and virtually non-existent ballsack…. just in case she had to bend over…

She would prefer people think her only a stupid slut, than a broken sissy…

After all these years, it still made her heart quiver in sadness to look down at her crotch and see nothing more than a small pink mushroom head over a wrinkled testicle-less scrotom…

It was cold, and she had already serviced 5 clients tonight… she wanted to call her pimp and go home… but she knew other girls who had refused to continue working… They had never been heard from again…

Fear gripped jemima’s beating heart and she put the phone back into her purse… The phone slid amongst other items in her purse.

There was an assortment of specially-treated candy, a fake pistol, specially concocted perfume, desanitizer and a tube of the special cream that her pimp had ordered her to apply to her lips or anus whenever servicing a client…

The cream was greasy and intoxicatingly aromatic, and very hard to wash off…

Suddenly, she was blinded by the headlights from an oncoming car. It illuminated her long blonde-dyed hair and make-up strewn face… Her big blue eyes glittered in the sudden light and her big red-lipstick-slathered lips must have looked almost comical… she looked more feminine than a normal woman…

She must have looked quite the catch – she thought to herself…

She peeked through her dainty fingers and saw that the oncoming car was a familiar client… she sighed in relief…

He was just some loser from around town… He had half-heartedly fucked her once… but now just turned up for blowjobs…

The lime green pickup truck slowed to halt next to Jemima. She smiled seductively at the man in the driver’s seat…

“Hiii there baby…. do you want the Usual? Or can I do something special for you this fine evening?”

“… Umm yeh… just the usual…” he replied lamely in a voice which sounded more than a little bit girly. Jemima smiled at his neutered voice… He was definitely in Stage 1…

She opened the heavy car door and tried to climb in. She was very physically weak and her breasts only made it harder. The client reached out and grabbed her hand to pull her in. She gratefully let him help her..

“Such a gentleman…. but you’re not gentle… are you? hehe” Jemima remarked as she closed the door and accepted the money from the blushing customer.

He was obviously a simpleton loser, even without the effects of the cream. He mutely sat in the car with a small tent in his pants as he drove the car slowly.

Jemima pulled out her phone to text her pimp about the current situation. As she looked at her phone she tried to make conversation

“…Soo… you like live around here or something?…”

“… yehh… just 10 minutes down the road… I mean… um…on the otherside of town… out of town…”

Jemima smiled to herself. He really was Such a loser.

“… so I could just visit you? It would be so much more convenient right?”

“Yeh… I mean No…I live out of town…”

Jemima looked up at him to see him cringing in shame.

“Sure baby… whatever you say… we can pull in here baby” Jemima pointed to a nearby alley.

As the client pulled in, he glanced nervously at Jemima’s phone.

“… look… can you not film me this time please” He asked pathetically

“..sorry babe, but rules are rules… My people need to know where I am and that I’m safe…”

“… yeh… ok… sorry…” he replied lamely

“we need the lights on baby… I need to see when I’m working…” Jemima whispered as she set the camera up on the dashboard. She angled it to get full view of the client’s face and crotch.

Jemima applied a thick layer of cream to her hand and lips as the client pulled down his pants to his ankles… She stared mutely at his dick for a moment.

He was definitely smaller than when she had first seen him… His little pecker used to be 6 inches, but now stood at a shrivelled 4 inches…

“..are you still limp baby?… Oh haha that’s actually how big it gets?”

“… oh shit… this is embarassing…”

“… haha… wow… (She flicked his dick with a finger and stroked his entire crotch with a greasy hand)… that’s got to be one of the smallest dicks I’ve seen for a while”

He leaned back in his seat waiting for her to go down on him. She reached under his shirt and smeared the remaining cream over his chest,

“… what are you doing?” He asked

“…I’m trying to get you hard…”

“… I am hard…I..”

“No honey… If that’s hard, then that’s a sissy dick… do you have a sissy dick?…”

“…. fuck… I’m gonna cum…”

“… you’re cumming from me calling you a sissy?… haha You are such a loser… I hope you don’t cry like last time…”

“…yes miss.. I’m a loser…a sissy loser… please suck my little willy…” He whispered with tears in his eyes.

“good boy…” Jemima smiled at his submission. This was so much faster than sucking them for 10 minutes…

She lowered her mouth to his quivering dicklet and took it in her mouth…. She slurped for 20 seconds when the warm taste of semen filled her mouth… She compulsively swallowed it and leaned back to breathe deeply as he predictable began crying…

Jemima looked down at his dick… he was still hard…

“Oh wow… you got reserves do you sissy?” She smirked as she applied cream to her hand

“… ooof…uh… please don’t call me that…”

She ignored him and reached forward to start jerking him again…. 1 minute later a thick rope of cum shot out. She aimed it at his face… it splashed him in the eyes as he cried from the emotion of cumming so hard.

“If you’re not a sissy loser, then why is there cum on your face?… haha…”

“..ss..sorry…”

“…. welll ok baby.. I’m leaving now… but if you want to dribble… come see me again…”

“… (sob)… yes baby… thanks…”

“… Don’t be cheeky… I’m not your baby… You pay me to make your little dick dribble… don’t call me Baby ever again… ” Jemima bitchily chastized him. She felt like slapping him, but didn’t want to risk a retaliation… he still had balls ‘technically’…