Into The Unknown Pt. 05

Just as his Mistress assumed Stan tossed and turned throughout the night, very aware of the pink panties, his caged clitty and now his smooth body. His mind kept playing out scenarios that he might imagine happening to him as he traveled down the road to femininity. He was amazed at the amount of pre-cum that he had leaked while trying to sleep and wondered if this would indeed be the new norm for him.

With the bedside light illuminating Her new found sissy, Cassandra could see the little femboi moving about, trying to sleep but not being very successful at it. A smile crept upon Her face as She knew the machinations that were bouncing around in Stan's head.

Chrissie on the other hand was on her knees, head buried in a pillow as Mistress Cassandra fucked her boipussy with a large dildo. Over and over again the fucking continued..... and just when Chrissie was near a sissygasm Mistress would slow down and prolong the slut's pleasure. The whimpering and moaning of Her little cumslut always would excite the hell out of Mistress Cassandra.

Cassandra's girlie cock was quite impressive. At full erection Her rod stood at seven inches and this was accompanied by a very wide girth. She was cut, smooth and always ready to take some sissy mouth. The look on a sissy's face when Cassandra revealed her girlie cock was always quite enjoyable to Her. She can still remember in Her training of Chrissie that evening when the slutty sissy was given the honor of gazing upon Cassandra's hidden gem.

When being pleasured by Her male sluts Cassandra referred to her ass as Her pussy and actually over time could feel the lubrication in Her anus as She awaited one of Her bulls cocks. She referred to the rim of her ass as Her "lips" and insisted that all who fucked her also understood the reference to her ass as Her pussy.

Throughout that fateful day Cassandra had Chrissie dressed in a pvc maid's uniform. The length of the dress was so short that Chrissie's caged clit and plugged ass was constantly on display. Any attempt of pulling the dress down was met with a smirk and a chuckle from Mistress Cassandra. Completing the outfit was a blonde wig, false eyelashes, bright red lips, and a pair of pink stilettos with five inch heels. Both the heels and the dress were locked in place by small padlocks. The butt plug fully buried in the sissy contained a remote-controlled vibrating bullet. As Chrissie worked away on her chores, her Mistress would occasionally turn on the plug and the little slut would moan with desire.

By the end of the day Chrissie was a sloppy mess to say the least.

Cassandra had spent the day in Her robe, working in Her office as the sissy struggled to complete her chores. In the past, failure to finish the list Mistress provided would result in being punished, so Chrissie wanted nothing more than to please her Goddess. By late afternoon Chrissie had done all that was asked of her and she reported to Mistress Cassandra.

Rising up from behind Her desk, Cassandra took the list from Chrissie and proceeded to check her work. Chrissie followed behind, hoping that all that she had done would be to the satisfaction of her Mistress.

"Well sissy," Cassandra stated. "It looks like you are becoming a very good little maid for your Mistress. You know how it displeases me when I have to redden your cute femme bottom, but as you can see it has had a good effect on you. Your attention to detail has improved immensely and this pleases your Goddess. Shouldn't you be thanking me for the work I have put into you my sweet little sissy?"

Mistress Cassandra lifted Her robe and turned away from her sissy, revealing Her gorgeous naked ass to the sissy. Kneeling immediately, Chrissie began kissing the ass in thanks, making sure to verbalize her thanks between kisses.

"That's it," Cassandra hissed. "Thank your Goddess with your mouth sissy. Good girl! Now get that tongue up my ass and fuck me in my dirty hole. Oh yes. Yummy. Get that tongue in there bitch. Good slut. Good, good slut!"

Chrissie could feel her Mistress push back on her tongue, insuring a well fucked ass. As her tongue went deeper and deeper, Chrissie could feel her sissy juice running out of her cage, puddling on the ground. It had been months since the sissy had been allowed a real orgasm, and although this was not close to that, at least it was somewhat satisfying.

Early on in her training sissy Chrissie was milked weekly by her Mistress. This weekly ritual had continued throughout her sissification and was still in place currently. At the onset, Chrissie was humiliated and hated when Sunday evenings came about. She was always tied securely to a spanking bench with her butt spread wide. Her caged clitty was pushed through a hole in the bench and a small saucer was positioned under the sissy's tiny penis in order to collect all of her sissy juice that her Mistress would extract from her with a prostrate milking. Mistress Cassandra had Her sissy maintain a daily journal, and before any milking started Mistress would read that week's entries.

The week following the very first time the sissy was milked she noted the following from her journal.

It has been a month since You, my Mistress caged me. I still remember You looking me in the eyes and explaining to me that I would never be allowed a masculine orgasm again. This shocked me, frightened me but also for some unknown reason to me at the time excited me. This afternoon, You announced that it had indeed been 30 days since my caging and starting this evening You would be administering a maintenance milking of me. I wasn't sure what would entail so as I cleaned and did my chores and I found it difficult to concentrate on my work. Upon inspection You noticed numerous sloppy errors on my part and let me know that punishment would be administered prior to my milking.

You instructed me to go shower and clean myself inside and out. You had laid out what I was to wear, which I soon learned was my "milking attire". The attire was simple enough. A black leather corset, black high heels, a rather large penis gag and a blonde wig. Just as I was tightening up the corset You appeared and strapped the gag firmly in my mouth. You attached a leather collar around my neck and inserted a leash into the o-ring on the front of the collar. Pulling me along, I crawled behind You like a proper pet and was led into a spare bedroom. In the middle of the room was a leather bench surrounded by four large red candles which emanated flickering flames that danced around the room. An ornate wooden box was placed on a small table next to the bench. Pulling me in place, You strapped me securely to the bench, making sure my caged clitty was pushed into a hole in the middle of the bench. Every time You touch me Mistress I feel alive and even though my nerves were out of control, I was in sissy heaven knowing that You were taking the time to train me to be a better sissy for You. As You walked in front of me I noticed the black leather slapper that You held in Your perfectly manicured hands. I knew that You had told me that I was to be punished for my mediocre attempt at cleaning properly so I resigned myself to the upcoming punishment. You explained to me that it did not make You happy at all to have to administer 20 blows to my backside but given my lackluster behavior as a sissy maid You let me know it was necessary.

"Your fingernail raked sensuously along my sissy butt, exciting me tremendously. In a little more than a month I must admit to You Mistress that I have become addicted to Your touch and I will do anything to please You! The first blow landed as I was still embracing the feelings I get when touched by You. Alternating sides of my sissy butt, the blows rained down on me with great force. By the fifth or sixth blow I could not contain myself anymore and my sobbing began along with my tears streaming down my face. God it hurt me Mistress but I reveled in the fact that it was for my own good. Thank You Goddess Cassandra! As the final blows were administered I was a blubbering mess, nearly incoherent as You let me know it was all over and You came to the front of me and wiped the tears and the snot off of my face.

"What a mess," You said. And You continued, "Now sissy, your punishment is over and I will give you a few minutes to compose yourself. When I return our weekly ritual of milking you will commence. You see slut, since you are not allowed any orgasms and since I have not shown you the pleasures of the sissygasm yet, I need to make sure my little pet doesn't get too backed up with her nasty sissy juices so Mistress is going to milk them out of you."

As You left the room and left me alone tied tightly to the bench I was full of trepidation, not knowing what the "milking" would entail. I was lost in thought when I heard the familiar click-clack of Your heels as You reentered the room, walking in front of me again. You were now holding the wooden box that I had noticed earlier. You once again demanded my attention as You explained that this box and its contents would become a symbol of my devotion to You and that just the sight of it would eventually have me kneeling with arched back, sticking out my sissy pussy for its milking. You further explained that in the future there would be no need to tie me down and that I will look forward to this weekly ritual.

" You slowly opened the box to reveal the contents within. A pair of black surgical gloves, a bottle of lube and what I, could only describe as a black, finger-like object. As You closed the box again, You placed it back on the small table and then You removed the gag from my mouth. I of course thanked You for that and I was certainly happy to have the cock out of my mouth and throat. Holding the box in front of my mouth I realized that You, my glorious Mistress, wanted me to kiss the box reverently. I proceeded to do as You silently requested and You touched my cheek with Your fingernail, signaling that I had done well up to this point. At this point Mistress I was so enthralled with all that was happening that I wanted to express my gratitude to You for transforming me into Your sissy. I felt safe with You and knew that the future might bring things that would indeed test my limits but I was secure in knowing that my Mistress would always insure my safety. The snapping of the latex gloves onto Your hands shook me out of my thoughts and then I felt the cool lube being drizzled down my sissy pussy. You of course had plugged me many times before this so I knew the feeling of the cool substance being applied to me. Your first finger entered me and I moaned slightly. This was soon followed by a second digit and my pussy grasped onto both of Your fingers as you slowly worked them in and out of me, expertly fucking Your slut. I noticed the turning of your hand and suddenly a finger was resting on my p-spot, massaging it gently. My moaning was becoming louder and I remember thinking that I could not control what was emanating from my mouth.

"Ah, that's it sissy," You exclaimed. "Mistress has found your little p-spot and I will soon be ridding you of all of that bad man seed."

As You spoke, You removed Your fingers and replaced them with the object that I noticed in the box. Once again my p-spot was being massaged and I really felt like I wanted to pee but nothing came out. However, as You continued I began to relish the feeling and I soon felt sissy juice leaking out of me in copious amounts. This was like nothing I had ever experienced and while I could not compare it to an orgasm, it did seem like I was in an uncontrollable state and You were totally in charge of my fluids being drained. You continued for quite some time, occasionally peering beneath the bench to monitor my release. Every time I thought I could take no more another shudder would run through me and that peeing feeling returned. I was so happy to feel You run Your free hand along the back of my corset letting me know that this ritual was vital to my well-being and I was cooperating like a good slutty sissy. When You removed the object form my pussy and let me know You were all done I had ambivalent feelings. I was glad I was able to make it through my first milking but I was also feeling empty in my sissy pussy. But the idea that I was milked as one would a cow had me not liking this ritual at all.

Returning in front of me, You placed the black object against my lips and told me to suck it clean. I dutifully complied, tasting the lube and a faint trace of my pussy as I licked and sucked the item clean for You.

"Good girl," You cooed. "Now let's see the fruits of my labor."

Reaching beneath me You removed the saucer that was being used to catch all of my drippings. Holding it in front of me I was in disbelief as to the large amount of clear liquid that filled the saucer. Looking me in my eyes once more, You explained that every ritual would end with me consuming all of my juices. Surprisingly I stuck my tongue out as the dish moved closer to me and I then began lapping it up like a kitten would lap up a bowl of milk. The taste was a bit bitter with a slight salty undertone. The texture was slimy and it wasn't something I thought would ever be a pleasure for me to consume. But to please You sweet Mistress I lapped it all up and You praised me for being a good sissy."

Mistress Cassandra found that having a sissy keep a personal journal and reading the week's entries would always shed light on what the sissy was feeling and how Mistress would continue the training of the sissy. Chrissie was no exception. Her writings were instrumental in the planning and speed in which the sissy transformation would occur and be implemented. There are certain pivotal milestones in a sissification of a male and these are all important to examine and understand for the Dominant to truly exercise the pertinent methods to transform a boring masculine creature into a wanton, sexy sissy.

Many years ago Cassandra Herself was learning about Herself and how She had become a trans woman.. Because She thought it important and because She loved it so much, Her cock would always be a part of Her but because She also valued the idea of having a pussy, She developed Her mind set in always treating Her ass as a pussy, and even describing it just as one would describe a female's pussy. This might seem odd to some, but for Her it manifested itself in a tremendous intensity of sexual feelings and energy when She allowed a real cock to fuck Her. And before Chrissie became aware of Mistress's cock she had spent many hours listening to her Mistress get fucked by real men and hearing both the men and Mistress referring to "Her pussy." So one can only imagine the surprise that awaited Chrissie the first time she was allowed the honor of seeing her Mistress's lovely girlie cock.

Once again, the following is an excerpt from sissy Chrissie's journal.

As Mistress is well aware I have been longing for the day when I would have the honor of seeing Her beautiful body completely void of clothing. Many times You have admonished me and punished me for my relentless whimpering and begging to see You naked. Countless nights I have kneeled outside of Your door as a real man pleasured You and have had so many jealous thoughts racing through my mind, knowing that someone other than me was being transfixed by Your luscious body. As Your sissy You have explained to me many times that I need only be happy when Mistress Cassandra is being pleasured and that Your pleasure is all that I exist for. I understand this Mistress and will always be focused on You and Your needs, making sure I am doing all that I can to be a proper sissy for You and to make You proud of me. But the elephant in the room was always my longing to see You naked. And then yesterday happened.

I had finished my chores and was waiting in my designated corner for You to unlock my sissy maid dress and heels. Along with my normal chores, I has washed and waxed Your Mercedes to a brilliant shine..... something that pleased You very much. After nearly an hour of standing in my sissy corner You finished up in Your office and the click clack of Your heels on the hardwood floor alerted me that You were coming over to unlock me. I felt Your breath on the back of my neck and then the familiar sound of my dress being unlocked. You then handed me the keys to my heels and had me bend over from the waist as I have been trained in order for me to unlock my sissy heels.

"You have been a good little sissy for me Chrissie these last few weeks. Mistress is happy with your progress. Now run along and take a shower. Your outfit is laid out on the bed for you. As usual I will be expecting impeccable makeup and flawless attire. Once finished you will meet me in my bedroom in exactly one hour. Now run along slut."

Knowing that one hour meant one hour, I checked the time and headed off to do as You requested. Once showered, I dried myself and applied the feminine powders that You have supplied for me. The scent of lavender filled the room as I went to get dressed. On the bed You had laid out a brand new outfit for me, consisting of a pair of white thigh-high seamed stockings, a pair of light pink sissy stilettos with a four inch heel, a light pink pair of lace panties, a white sequined belly shirt and of course a blonde wig. Taking my time and making sure my seams were straight, I got dressed except for my wig. I then sat at my pink sissy makeup table and carefully applied my makeup, highlighting my eyes with a light pink eye shadow that matched my heels. Nearly thirty minutes later I fastened my wig in place and brushed it out making sure I was a sight to behold!

Quietly I sashayed over to Your bedroom door and checked the time. I was two minutes early so I waited patiently outside Your door. At exactly one hour since I was allowed to unlock my heels I lightly tapped on Your door.

"Come in Chrissie."

Every time I see You Mistress You take my breath away. I am so enamored and addicted to You. As I entered I was mesmerized by the lovely vision of You, sitting on the love seat near Your bed. You were wrapped up in a silky red robe and Your gorgeous legs were crossed seductively with a pair of Louboutins attached to Your perfectly manicured feet. Having been previously trained I took my place in front of You standing demurely with my limp wristed hands clasped in front of me with my eyes slightly downcast.

"Turn around sweetie," You whispered. "I need to check those seams."

I turned for You, hoping my seams were straight and in their proper position.

You whispered again. "Very good sissy Chrissie. I am very pleased with your overall appearance this evening. Now be a good girl and run a bath for Your Mistress. Once filled and after You have added the proper scents and oils to the tub You may return here to me, remove my heels and massage my feet."

I felt so loved and full of happiness at that moment. Knowing that I had dressed to Your satisfaction and was so proud of being able to do exactly as You, my Mistress, required.

I had prepared Your bath many times previously for You and on all occasions You had ordered me to leave You once Your bath was ready. But on this night I was being allowed to not only touch and remove Your elegant heels, but I was being asked to massage Your feet. My heart was racing as I dumped the last of the oils into the tub and after carefully washing and drying my hands I returned to You and kneeled before You.

You looked down on me and spoke once again. " Now you may remove each one of my heels sissy. Once removed, I expect you to kiss each one lightly in a show of respect. Then place them beside the love seat and begin massaging my feet. I do not want to hear a peep out of you. I have the last chapter to read in my John Grisham novel and I do not wish to be disturbed. Now get to it."

For me, as I am sure You are aware Mistress, this was sissy heaven. As I touched each Louboutin and carefully removed them from Your feet I was becoming extremely excited and I could feel my sissy juice leaking out of my cage into my panties. As I kissed each heel, I was overtaken with lust and had to stifle my moans. I took a quick peak up and You were already reading Your book virtually ignoring me. Like the good sissy You had trained me to be I set about massaging Your beautiful feet making sure to patiently take my time even though I was extremely aroused. When Mistress first decided to transform me into Her sissy, She had me watch numerous tutorials on foot massage. There is a definite art to giving a proper foot massage and after many attempts and corrective croppings by You I have been able to satisfy You with my massage technique.

I don't know exactly how long I kneeled before You and massaged Your feet when I heard the sound of the book being closed emphatically which was followed by Your sensuous voice.

"Oh fuck that was such a good book. There is nothing better than to read a good novel while my sweet sissy bitch takes care of my tired feet. Now go and put my shoes away Chrissie and make sure to buff them out with the cloth in the closet before putting them in their proper place. Then you will need to add some more hot water to my bath to make sure the temperature is perfect for your Queen. When you have the water just right kneel by the tub and let me know it is ready for me."

"Yes Mistress," I squeaked.

My head was now spinning. Kneel by the tub? Previously I had never been allowed in the bathroom once Your bath was ready. But now You told me to kneel by the tub. As You can imagine Mistress, so many thoughts were running through my mind with the idea of seeing You nude at the forefront. I nervously shined and replaced the heels and then added more hot water to Your bath, Once I was satisfied with the temperature I called out to You.

"Your bath is ready Mistress."

My eyes were downcast so the first thing I noticed were Your lovely feet near me. I dared not move. I remember thinking at that moment how proud I was of myself for getting to this point whereas I was hopefully being allowed to see You naked.

"Look up at me sissy,"

I raised my head to see You standing very close to me still wrapped in the elegant robe.

"I know you have longed for this day Chrissie," You spoke looking down on me. "Not every sissy that I train ever has the opportunity to see me the way you are about to. I know that while I used your sissy mouth and tongue on my ass you never were allowed to see more of me. At times as you fucked my hole over and over with your sissy tongue I thought about disrobing completely. But I realized you had not earned that honor yet. So here we are Chrissie. Now I want you to think long and hard about the answer to this question. Do you think you have exhibited and proven to me that you are a devoted sissy maid and slut for me? And if so, should I drop this robe and allow my bitch to see me au natural?"

Looking up into Your glowing eyes I was unable to break Your gaze of me. I was intoxicated with the moment and I soon found myself looking back, thinking of how I had grown as a femme sissy for You and how I had accepted my punishments and always learned from Your corrections.

I nervously answered You. "I have transformed into a sissy at Your direction. I know many times I disappointed You with my actions but I have tried to the best of my abilities to learn and grow in order to please You. I realize I still have much to learn as Your sissy. I love You Mistress and am grateful that You have helped me rid myself of any masculine traits I previously had. As for the answer to Your question, I would never be so bold to make that decision. As always I will trust Your judgment and abide by it."

You smiled down at me Mistress Cassandra.

"Close your eyes sissy."

I closed my eyes in anticipation. I could feel the robe brush against me as You removed it.

"Open your eyes sissy."

I opened my eyes and You had turned away from me. Your panty clad ass was inches from my face. I drank in Your beauty and marveled what a wonderful woman You were.

I hard Your sexy voice.

"Slowly remove my panties sissy."

My hands were shaking as I took the top of the lacey garment and slid it down your legs. Your perfect ass wiggled slightly as the panties were removed. My heart was beating out of my chest. My sissy juice was running over my thigh. All the things that I had endured up to this point meant nothing now. I was yours! Somewhere deep inside me the last remnants of the boy I once knew were gone. There was no going back and I was basking in my decision to commit wholeheartedly to You, my Mistress, my Goddess.

You spoke to me once again.

"It's time you earn your keep my sweet sissy. Are you ready to please your Mistress?"

"I have never wanted anything more in my life Goddess," I stuttered.

Slowly You turned Mistress and my world changed forever. Hanging erotically between Your legs was a cock. A real cock. My Mistress's cock. I knew I wasn't gay but I could not take my eyes off of the magnificent girlie cock hanging before me. It dwarfed my micro penis and it exuded power. But what was happening to me I thought. Was I really going to suck my Goddess's dick for Her pleasure. And as I gazed upon You, I realized that You were more perfect than ever. Even more so with the large appendage dangling in front of me, beckoning to me like a giant snake. There was no going back and as I think back to that moment I realized that this is where I have always belonged. It did not matter Mistress whether You had a pussy or a cock. M destiny was to be Your sissy slut and perform my duties for You.

Then You grabbed Your delicious dick and held it up for me to see. Your massive balls hung and swung slightly like some carnal incantation.

"Look at me sissy." You said. " This is where and what You worship from now on. You will learn to swallow my cock and pleasure me as I fuck your mouth with my prestigious tool. Soon, like the rest of me, you will crave my girlie cock and do anything to suck it. I will never fuck you with it. I do not fuck emasculated sissy bitches. But I do enjoy using their mouths for my entertainment. Now start by licking my balls slut and make your Mistress proud."

With Your eyes fixed on me and as I admired Your sweet, feminine body, I leaned in and began licking Your smooth balls. The taste surprised me. I am not sure what I was expecting but the taste, just like You Mistress, was an addictive elixir that drew me in even closer. My entire being wanted nothing more at that moment to lick and suck You. My fire red lips sucked and licked, bathing Your luscious orbs with my saliva.

Your member grew inexorably hard, and the bulbous head glistened before me.

"Go ahead pet. This is what you need. This is what I have diligently trained you for. Take Mistress's cock in your mouth and become my cocksucking sissy slut. All those years of pretending you were a masculine boy trying so desperately to fit in. This is where you were always meant to be. My puppet. My sissy. My submissive slut. Now open your whore mouth and suck me sweetie."

Suddenly any doubts I might have had vanished. You were so right Mistress. I was in the place I had always longed to be.

I licked the head of your cock and swirled my tongue around the underside of the head. I did not think it possible but the human anaconda grew harder and larger as I continued licking it. Now was the time for me to indeed become a sissy cocksucker. I opened my mouth wide and began sucking Your cock into my mouth. The size of You filled me up but as my mouth adjusted to Your size I began to bob up and down on your girlie cock. I felt Your hand on the back of my head and the swollen member reached the back of my throat. Drool dripped down onto my chest as my eyes watered as You held me in place. Just when I thought I would pass out from lack of air, You pulled me away. I gulped for oxygen and immediately You tugged me in again. You were training me but also exhibiting the power You held over me. My gags slowly began to subside as You used my mouth over and over again. My tears flowed down my cheeks and mixed with my saliva and snot covering my lips and chin. I coughed and sputtered as Your penis penetrated my throat. I vividly remember how hot Your cock seemed to get while in my mouth.

You whispered seductively to me. "You are doing well slut. You are pleasing Your Mistress. Feel all of my girlie cock in you. You will beg for my cock over and over again. You were meant to be my sissy cocksucker and now You are fulfilling that dream. Just look how hard you are trying to please me. Take it all whore. Suck me bitch!"

It is difficult for me to describe the feelings that washed over me as I continued to struggle for breath as You methodically shoved Your monster down my throat. The panic that first encompassed me soon turned into a desire by me to make You proud and take all of Your meat as You fed it to me.

As You shoved Your cock down my throat further than ever before, You looked down at me and whispered. "Just look at my little Chrissie. So devoted to her Mistress. Willing to go to such lengths to please me. Now just breathe through your nose my sweet sissy. Mistress's cock is not going anywhere. You need to show me that you are willing to give up your last breath for me. Feel how fucking hard my slut has made me. I am going to pull out a bit and then I will be thrusting in your throat again. And I am so ready to give you my seed."

I don't know where my mind was at that point. I suppose I was so cock drunk that even the possibility of me passing out for lack of air did not deter me from trying to please You. My copious amounts of drool had leaked all over me and was pooling on the floor. I could barely see through my tears. My jaw ached and my throat was raw from You fucking it but I still was wanting You to use me as Your bitch. As You pulled out again I felt you pat my head as one would do for a pet dog.

Again You whispered. "I am so proud of you Chrissie. Do you now understand that your existence will be for the expressed goal of pleasing Me? All of my training has succeeded in getting you to this point in your life. Shall we continue?"

I shook my head in agreement as you now lifted my chin with Your fingers. Looking up at You once again, I saw the lustful determination in Your eyes that signified Your conquest of me. As Your huge cock filled my mouth again I could hear Your breaths increase and You began emanating a sensual purring that soon turned into quiet moans. You grabbed the back of my head and shoved the turgid member down my throat and held it there. Unbelievably it swelled even more and a loud scream signaled Your oncoming orgasm. As You came You slowly released Your grip on me and Your cock slid out a bit, shooting cum over and over again, splashing against the back of my throat. I was awestruck how long You kept cumming. I kept swallowing the best I could and as You pulled Your cock slowly out of my mouth more and more cum filled me up.

"Leave that seed in your mouth Chrissie." You instructed me. "I am going to have my bath and I expect that mouthful of cum to remain where it is now until i finish my bath. You are now my cocksucking sissy and I can't wait to tell all my friends!"

Mistress Cassandra loved reading the sissy journals. They were always so enlightening. But back to the task at hand she mused. A new future sissy, little Stan, was about to be trained mercilessly in order to fulfill his destiny of becoming a feminine slut. Let the games begin!