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Mandy

Sissy Mandy

I haven’t left the flat in months. But then, why should I need to? Master
John provides all I need, as long as I’m obedient and do as I’m told with a
smile. And, I do.

For instance, I’ve been told to entertain his friend this afternoon and
it’s Alex, the big man who does martial art. He’s got blue-eyes, blonde
hair and a pony-tail, a bit like the one I wear sometimes. And, he’s got
muscles, biceps and chest muscles, so he fills his tee-shirts ever-so
well. Oh, he looks good? and, I felt giddy as he took me in his arms and
lifted me off my feet quite literally, just before kissing me roughly and
spoiling my lipstick.

I’d been wearing a one-piece black swimsuit that hugged my body tightly,
with the piece at the black going between my bum-cheeks like floss, showing
off just how much I keep myself smooth for Master John and, his friends.

And boy did he make up for smudging my stark red lippy!

He had made it better for me by setting me down gently and with his big
hands holding me, he thumbed my nipples to hardness. Then letting me go,
Alex had taken then between finger and thumb and squeezed. Of course I
smiled, I always will.

But, I’ve grown to like nipple-play since Master John met me at the party
and Alex looked into my watering eyes with a delightful smile. I do like to
please and, that’s what had got my little thingie stiffen a bit, between my
legs where it taped down.

With the finger and thumb of his left hand busy, his right moved to my taut
right bum cheek, sending tingles through me and, down to the toes of my
black self-supporting nylon hose. I’d have liked to wear heels, but I’d
been told to look small and cute.

So maybe the red lip-stick had suited, but you can’t blame a sissy can you?

“You know what I want don’t you?” He’d asked me with a smile and, I wanted
to giggle. Of course I knew, ‘coz that’s why I’d used vaseline and two
fingers, to open myself up, in preparation for his visit to the flat.

I hadn’t giggled though, but closed my eyes and moaned as he teased my
nipples again, this time real hard. But, I had smiled. I always smile, just
like I’ve been taught.

“I want to please you,” I had lisped through gritted teeth, as the pain
increased.

And, I’d opened my eyes to smile at Alex, to assure him that I felt
pleasure.

I had, but not from the pain. I have grown to enjoy submission these last
few months and pleasing him is what I am meant for. I knew that. Master
John has taught me well.

“Good,” he had responded, as he suddenly let go of my buttock and released
my ever-so hard nipple, grasped my shoulders and spun me round.

Alex had bent me over the arm of the sofa and pressed down on my upper
back, fingers spread wide, while he had eased the swim-suits string-like
gusset aside, fingers brushing against the sensitive head of my little
thingie as he pushed his hard length into me.

Master John had watched from the kitchen doorway, as he thrust in and out
of me, grunting loudly, holding my hips tightly and, I recall I’d just lain
there and kinda mewled with pleasure.

I’d spread my legs, pushing my nylon-clad legs down hard, to stay in place,
as I he had crouched over my little bum and began to jackhammer-fuck me,
hard.

My satisfaction had grown, as I had turned my head to see genuine pleasure
on Master’s face, as Alex had fucked me good and hard.

And, when he’d finally slumped over me I could still feel his hard, uncut
eight inches inside me? oh how I’d cried when he’d left the flat hours
later, when I’d finally paid for the weed that Alex had laid onto Master
John.

Really, I don’t mind paying off his debts, as long a it’s not that
Bev. She’s not right, that one. She wears dungarees and casual suede boots
and little else, sometimes a tee-shirt, yet rarely panties.

She has a very slim figure, short think brown hair and green brown eyes
that kind of stare at you, reminding you that soon it will hurt and, it
always does.

I’m told she hates men; well I think she hates everyone. But, she loves
hurting me. That I know. So anyway? that’s why I’m pleased it’s Alex.

At least with him it was pretty obvious what he had wanted of me. All I
have to do for him is be a good girl and take it literally, any way he
wants to give it to me.

That’s okay with me? Well, I say that as if what I say matters? it doesn’t,
of course.

*

Although he’s got a little bit of a bit of a beer belly, Master John still
looks like Johnny Depp and his looks get him allsorts.

Like, the other week, there had been this girl he brought round. She’d met
him in the shop, then stayed there till closing time, staring at him across
the sweet counter, with adoring eyes.

When Master John had brought her back to the flat she should have been in
bed, so he’d taken her to bed, his. He’d casually smoked a joint, as he
watched me caress sweet little Gillian’s shoulder length light brown hair,
her eyes gazing at me then him, as I had done as he had instructed, “Now
undress her.”

I’d been wearing my pretties and she had worn spandex leggings and a shirt
and little else and had trembled at my touch at first, the poor thing,
she’d seemed quite scared as I undressed her, Master watching us with a
lascivious look to his gaze.

But, she had calmed down as I’d held her in my arms, making sweet soft
sounds in her ear, my fingers eagerly enjoying her, as she panted away with
each thrust of my digits? And, I do recall how hard he was, as the sweet
thing eased my slip off when Master ordered her to. Then I’d had to kneel
before the bed, licking at my Master feet, as little Gillian used her
fingers in me, one then a second and a third small finger, as she thrust in
and out my ass pussy.

As I’d paid attention to his toes with my tongue, I’d looked up to my
Master John and he told me I’d like it, although he hadn’t needed to do
so. And, just like I had been, sweet little Gillian had been ‘a good girl’
for him, eventually using much of her lower arm, leaving me panting with
exhaustion, as I had spurted my cream over the floor.

Master John had me clean up the mess I’d made, then crawl to the corner of
the room where he’d left a few blankets for me, as he pulled little Gillian
to him, kissing her passionately, as he had introduced her to that wonder
manhood of his? oh, the lucky, lucky little girl?

*

When I eat at lunchtime it’s often something as light as a few fishfingers
and a cup of tea. Of course I eat properly, at the table, with a knife and
fork, making each bite last.

Master wants me slim. He also wants me to please his friend in about half
an hour and, I’ve dressed to please him, even though he never wants to
please me; then so few rarely do. And, it’s been that way since school,
when that older boy saw me looking at what he had. And boy, did I find out
what he had!

Chris, his name was: tall with blonde hair. He’d just waited, till after
games and, everyone else had left the showers. I’d been there alone, small,
skinny and vulnerable, before this lad I fancied.

It hadn’t taken much, just his hands on my shoulders and, I’d been down on
my knees in the steamy shower-room, my mouth full of his hard length, as
soapy water ran down the plughole. And he hadn’t been gentle, that first
time? But then, I never have wanted them to be gentle; not then and,
definitely not since meeting my Master John.

*

Master left for work an hour ago. Since then I have cleaned the flat from
top to bottom, some rooms twice. I’ve done the work in the blue-nylon
tabard type pinny Master bought for me at Bury market; so I keep my pretty
things clean.

And, it can be a dirty job, keeping a home, for a man. But, I kneel in the
bathroom and use my tongue to clean the toilet seat with my tongue, as I’d
been instructed.

Once I am finished I will begin to prepare for Master John’s return
home. He works locally in a corner newsagents and works long hours, so he
needs looking after.

And, I do so live to look after my Master.

He left for work after inserting my butt-plug that I wear to be ready for
his return. And I wear it with dark hold-ups and black hipster panties. I
shave all over, bar for my blonde hair which is now shoulder length and
often worn in bunches, like today?

And I know I must be ready soon, as Master’s friend is due and, I’ll be a
good girl for him, of course. After all, I’m Master John’s malleable sissy
Mandy; and I’m ready to be moulded to any man’s needs for Him?

Master left for work an hour ago. Since then I have cleaned the flat from
top to bottom, some rooms twice. I’ve done the work in the blue-nylon
tabard type pinny Master bought for me at Bury market; so I keep my pretty
things clean.

And, it can be a dirty job, keeping a home, for a man. But, I kneel in the
bathroom and use my tongue to clean the toilet seat, as I’d been
instructed.

Once I am finished I will begin to prepare for Master John’s return
home. He works locally in a corner newsagent and works long hours, so he
needs looking after.

And, I do so love to look after my Master.

He left for work after inserting my butt-plug that I wear to be ready to
service a man. And I wear it with dark hold-ups and black hipster
panties. I shave all over, bar for my blonde hair which is now shoulder
length and often worn in bunches, like today?

I know I must be ready soon, as Master’s friend is due and, I’ll be a good
girl for him, after all, I’m Master John’s malleable sissy Mandy; ready to
be moulded to any man’s needs for Him?

So I await his presence by the door, now wearing a sheer black nightie,
over my pretty underwear, my feet squeezed into a pair of shiny black high
heels, ordered specially for me and paid for many times over, with my
‘services’.

I’ve been told that my visitor will want complete subservience and, that he
might enjoy his pleasures in a sadistic manner. ‘He might,’ my mind
screams; as I stand docilely, my hand clasped before me, as I stare down to
the tips of my high heels.

My stomach is churning. I haven’t eaten for two days and, all I’ve had is
the protein drinks and, the cum Master John fed me, last night. Yet, in all
fairness to my Master, he did tell me “If you’re a good sissy, then after I
get home tonight, I’ll feed you a meal suitable for a hungry sissy?”

Master had slid his hand into my panties as I pressed myself eagerly to
him, my lips against his. Then he’d fingered me dry; and roughly, before
inserting the plug and causing me to wince with the discomfort that brought
my Master pleasure, which his arousal proved: “So you be a good sissy for
Marco,” he’d told me, twisting the plug with his left hand and pinching my
left nipple with right forefinger and thumb.

Eyes closed I’d moaned my pleasure and pain, against his lips, as he spoke
again, “Tell me, who do you belong to?”

He has often asked that of me, over the last year and, my reply is always
the same one, “You are my Master and my mind and body are yours, to use and
abuse as you see fit?” And, for a moment I think I see something more than
lust in his eyes.

Then all too soon, the moment had been and gone.

He had released me from his embrace and then left me alone in the flat, to
clean and tidy as I waited nervously, for ‘The Italian Stallion’, as Marco
liked to be called.

And my now of this particular moment entails a pain in my calves from the
height of the heels, a gnawing in my stomach from not being fed and, a need
to satisfy my young master’s friend, however he seeks to use? his Malleable
Sissy Mandy?

Finally the doorbell goes and I look through to the screen by the alarm
touchpad, to see who is calling: Black shoulder length thick wavy hair,
Black leather, thin blue jeans and, that famous swagger of his – it is
Marco.

I’ve been told of him and few of the stories are good, but none of my
concerns matter anymore and, neither do my opinions. All that matters is
the young man who controls my life, for whom I have given my all, to
pleasure him and, his beautiful cock.

He can have anyone, man or woman, boy or girl, seemingly any age or colour,
simply due to his Johnny Depp looks. And, although he’s gained a few pounds
and lost a little hair, since I first fell in love with his cock, much has
happened to have led me here, none of which I regret, as it all led to was
here and now.

‘I am here and his? what more is there?’ I think, as I answer the intercom,
then buzz Marco in, still more than a little nervous with anticipation for
what is yet to come and, I’m very aware of the butt-plug filling me,
reminding me of my purpose.

“Hello Sir,” I say with a small curtsey, as Marco enters, looking around
himself, at my Masters well-appointed flat, that I keep so clean for him.

“I like the tits,” He says coarsely, sitting on the leather couch, one arm
on the back, his left leg crossed over the right at the thigh.

He pats the cushion next to him and, I walk across the room, toward him.

His nose is aquiline and, he’d be pleased to hear me call it Roman. “They
were the masters of the world for over a thousand years,” he’s been heard
to tell people, proudly. And, his teeth are big and white and seem to
heighten just how dark his olive skin is. I guess he could be seen as good
looking by some; he certainly is in his own eyes. To me, he is the man I am
to satisfy this afternoon, no matter what he might want of me.

“Thank you Sir,” I say to him, “Master John has had me taking hormones for
months now?” He has and, it’s paid off. I like what I have and Master does
too.

“Well, you’re gonna moan like a whore?” Marco begins with a smile, as he
reaches up and paws my little boobies, nipples hardening at his touch.

I can’t help but close my eyes a second and whimper, as he pinches my erect
nipples, knowing this is a prelude of what it is yet to come?

‘I’ll be good,’ I remind myself, as Marco’s hand travels up my nylon-clad
inner left thigh; then reaching my trembling warm flesh at the stocking-top
and finally the end of the butt-plug inside me, beneath my pretty panties.

“Look at me,” he snaps. So, I open my eyes.

“Who and what are you?” He asks slyly, knowing how I will answer, I am
sure.

And I give the answer as I’ve been taught, sounding as submissive as it
makes me: ‘I am Masters John’s toy and plaything. I am Sissy Mandy, his to
please and obey.’

As I finish speaking Marco pats the cushion again, so I sit.

“And, what did he say you were to do for me?” Marco asks me, his erection
already evident in his light-blue worn jeans, tight across the crotch, as
he splays his legs.

“To serve, Sir,” I reply softly, looking at my knees and biting my lower
trembling lip.

And, it’s good that he smiles in response, as if he hadn’t I’m sure I’d
have suffered.

My thoughts are confirmed, as he tells me, “You know I’ll hurt you today,
don’t you Sissy Mandy?”

Oh, I’d realised it. Heck, Master John had already forewarned me. Yet even
so, it was hard to admit my knowledge. Yet of course I did, of course.

I’d nodded my head, and then looked to Marco. Then I offered him a shy
smile, while slowly squirming a little, so the plug pushed inward a little,
widening me further and causing me to leak a little, in my pretty panties.

Wanting to admit my own desires at that moment, all-of-a-sudden, I decided
it might be more prudent to ask the obvious question of my ‘Italian
Stallion’.

“Can I get you a drink, Sir?” I ask him, ensuring my voice sounds as soft
as I intend.

“Yeah, I’m kinda dry? so whattcha got?” He asks, running his hands across
my face.

‘Beer?’ I try to suggest, yet find it impossible, as three fingers have
entered my mouth filling me to the extreme and, all I can do is gag a
moment, as he finger-fucks the back of my throat; and suddenly I’m retching
on his fingers, fighting for air, tears streaming down face.

Drools runs down my face with my make-up running?

And, I place my hands on my knees, looking up to him with watery eyes and
still my urge to panic. I’m there to be his submissive toy and, if he wants
to abuse my throat?

Then, I’ll acquiesce, as Master John instructed me, before leaving the
flat.

Then my left nipple is twisted painfully, before he releases my titflesh
and, Marco slaps the left side of my face.

He watches for my reaction and smiles as I wince, at the first strike
against my skin, that causes it to redden and his smile to widen, prior to
five more vicious open-handed blows that sent me reeling to the floor.

“Get the fuck up and get me that beer,” he snaps, then makes to kick me,
with his big motorcycle boots. So I rise, quickly?

“Yessir,” I reply hurriedly, having already guessed how the day is going to
go and, it’s only ten thirty, in the morning?

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