Luke's fingers danced over his laptop keyboard, the dim glow of the screen casting eerie shadows across his room. He was deep in the throes of sissy porn, his cock hard against the constraining fabric of his briefs, captivated by the sultry submissives surrendering to dominating alpha males. His breath hitched with every moan and slurp resonating from the speakers, the scenes feeding his growing desire to explore this forbidden part of himself.
Buzzed on the erotic visuals, Luke's curiosity dragged him to a notorious sissy forum known for its explicit discussions and hook-ups. Choosing his username lWk99 as a mask of anonymity, he dove headlong into this titillating world. It wasn't long before SissyMaker365, a renowned dom in the forum, popped up in his messages with a wink emoji and a provocative greeting.
Their chat quickly took a steamy turn, the clicking of keys a staccato rhythm in the otherwise silent room. SissyMaker365, clearly experienced, teased Luke with scorching questions, asking about his limits, his fantasies, his scant experiences tying himself up and feeling the delicious pull on his balls. Luke, intoxicated by the attention, divulged his dreams of being controlled, dressed up, and fucked ruthlessly. However, he clung to a sliver of caution, careful not to reveal anything too personal.
The hours slipped by as they delved deeper into each other's kinks. SissyMaker365 shared tales of the sissies he'd trained; how he broke them down and built them back up into cunt-hungry sluts starving for cock. His words were precise, erotic commands that had Luke's hand sliding under his briefs, stroking himself as he imagined it was SissyMaker365's rough, assertive touch. The dom's typed commands made Luke gasp and whimper. He was told to spit on his fingers and tease his ass, prepping himself like a good slut should. Their conversation, drenched in filth and desire, was pushing him dangerously close to the edge.
"Fuck yourself with one finger, sissy. No cumming yet. We're just getting started," SissyMaker365 ordered.
Luke complied, breath heavy, his mind a whirlwind of pleasure and throbbing need. He circled his hungry hole with his wet, trembling finger before sliding it inside. The forbidden sensation paired with the dom's authoritative words had him moaning, his free hand viciously pumping his aching cock.
"Good boy. Now, tell me if you want more," the dom's text lit up his screen.
"I want more. Please, I need it," Luke typed back frantically, the need to submit, to serve, overwhelming his senses.
Their exchange, laced with debauched promises, stretched into the early hours, each directive from SissyMaker365 dragging Luke further into the abyss of submission. Neither of them mentioned it outright, but the underlying truth was clear: this was merely the beginning. Luke was on the brink of a profound transformation, and SissyMaker365 was all too eager to guide him through this lascivious journey of debasement and satisfaction.
Buzzing with anticipation, Luke logged onto the sissy forum again, his heart pounding hard in his chest like a drum. He was met with a message from SissyMaker365, which made his cock twitch with excitement. The message was simple yet commanding, "It's time we take this further, sissy."
SissyMaker proposed that Luke should fully embrace his submissive role. "I want you to be mine, to control you completely," he typed, his words weaving a web of domination and desire.
Luke felt a surge of heat spread through his body. The idea of yielding completely, being owned, thrilled and terrified him in equal measure. With shaky fingers, he responded, "Yes, Sir, I want that too. What does it mean to be yours?"
SissyMaker's reply was swift and detailed. "It means you will obey my commands, indulge in your deepest, darkest fantasies under my guidance, and wear what I tell you to wear. You will learn to please me, and in doing so, find your own pleasure multiplied beyond belief."
Luke's breathing quickened, his hand absentmindedly stroking his hardening cock through his briefs as he read the rules laid out by his soon-to-be Master. "What's the first step, Sir?" he typed, capitulation tinting his voice even through the digital text.
"You will start by setting aside time every day for training. Purchase a pink chastity device, you'll need it to keep that eager cock of yours in check. Also, I want you to start stretching your ass daily with plugs, grooming yourself to be the perfect fuckhole for me." SissyMaker's commands were strict, laced with a promise of control and humiliation that had Luke's hole twitching in anticipation.
The idea of such submission, the physical manifestation of his sissy desires, was intoxicating. Luke agreed without hesitation, desperate to feel controlled, shaped, and owned. He ordered the chastity device and the plugs that very night, his cock leaking pre-cum as he imagined locking it up in pink, a symbol of his surrender.
Each day, Luke followed SissyMaker's instructions meticulously. He would wake up and immediately lock his cock up, feeling a mix of frustration and liberation with each click of the chastity device. He spent evenings with various sized plugs filling him up, each time a bit larger, pushing him further into the realm of exquisite pain and pleasure.
Their chats became more intense and explicit, SissyMaker guiding Luke into posing provocatively, instructing him to take photos in humiliating, sissy poses. "Spread those cheeks and show me that slutty hole, I want to see what's mine," SissyMaker would command, and Luke would comply, his face flush with shame and excitement.
As days turned into weeks, Luke felt his old self-erode, replaced by a burgeoning sissy eager to serve and be owned. He found himself craving SissyMaker's approval, his commands, his control. Each task, each rule, brought him closer to the identity he never knew he yearned for so deeply.
Through pixelated screens and typed texts, Luke was being reshaped, remolded by SissyMaker365's deft, dominating hands into something new, something thrillingly submissive. And as he locked his chastity device each morning, Luke knew this was just the beginning of his transformation into SissyMaker365's ideal sissy slave. Each compliance, each submission, and every single stifled moan was a step closer to a life permanently changed.
The screen of Luke's laptop was a portal into a world of lascivious servitude, transforming him nightly under the digital tutelage of SissyMaker365. Their sessions, bound by Wi-Fi, were nothing short of deep, intimate invasions of Luke's psyche and body, reshaped meticulously by the domineering commands of his master.
Tonight, Luke waited anxiously, clenching his perineum on the cold, hard chair, the familiar chime of a message notification sending a shot of arousal straight to his locked cock. It was time for his training again. He clicked open the new message from Sissy Maker365.
"Tonight, slut, we're pushing your limits again. You're going to dress up for me, in the sluttiest outfit you can imagine, and then, you will practice walking in those heels I made you buy," the message read, stern and thrilling, sending shivers down Luke's spine.
With a trembling hand, Luke reached for the slutty outfit he had prepared earlier, a pink micro-mini skirt and a barely-there white lace bralette that left little to the imagination. His fingers brushed against the smooth, faux leather of the five-inch stilettos; they were beautiful, daunting, and tonight, he'd finally conquer them.
As he changed, his skin tingled, each article of clothing transforming him more into the submissive sissy slave SissyMaker365 craved. The fabric of the skirt caressed his thighs, making him acutely aware of the chastity device that caged his eager dick. It was a torturous sensation, pleasure mixed with bound frustration.
Fully dressed, Luke stood tentatively upon the heels. Unsteady at first, he began to strut as confidently as he could manage across his bedroom. Back and forth he went, his reflection in the mirror becoming more familiar with each pass, his confidence bolstered by the approving words that came buzzing through from SissyMaker365.
"Very good, sissy. Now sit down and put on a show for me," the next command came. Heart pounding with excitement and fear, Luke obeyed, positioning his webcam just right before spreading his legs suggestively, the skirt riding up to expose the bulge of his chastity device.
"Dance. I want to see you swivel those hips like the hungry sissy slut you are," SissyMaker365 demanded.
With music playing softly in the background, Luke gyrated and twisted his body, each move a challenging dance of stability on his heels and a battle against the arousal constricting his caged cock. His ass cheeks clenched rhythmically, and he could feel his anus puckering and unclenching, a reminder of his daily plug routines.
The session dragged on, intensifying as SissyMaker365 commanded Luke to spank himself. "Harder, bitch. Make that slut-ass pink," the dom's words read on the screen. Luke complied, the sharp smacks echoing through his room, the stinging pain a fiery contrast to the cold metal on his locked-up dick.
"Time for you to suck on that dildo. Show me how you'd choke on a real cock," came another command, pushing Luke further. He grabbed the pink dildo, lubricated with his saliva, and took it into his mouth. His eyes watered as he imagined it was SissyMaker365's cock, and he sucked it greedily, practicing his depth, trying to suppress his gag reflex and absorb the length as deeply as he could.
Each task was more demeaning than the last, stripping Luke of his former identity, layer by layer. Yet with each act of depravity, his submission deepened, reaffirming his devotion and desire to serve and be molded.
As the night concluded, SissyMaker365 had one final task. "Ride that dildo for me. Ride it like your life depends on pleasing this cock," he commanded, his digital tone as commanding as ever. Luke positioned the dildo on the chair, lowering himself onto it. The intrusion was immediate, full, stretching him wide, a sensation he now craved, an addiction fostered by persistent training.
Rocking back and forth, Luke moaned, the pleasure of being filled mingling with the frustration of his arousal, utterly unreachable due to the chastity device. His moans were louder now, filled with a mixture of pleasure and need, the sound of a sissy slave losing himself in the erotic submission.
Logging off, Luke sat back, panting, the mixed feelings of shame and satisfaction dwelling within him. He was becoming the ideal sissy slave, and although a sliver of hesitation lingered, the fear of lasting changes, the grip on his anonymity, he couldn't deny the potent pull of his deepening desires, orchestrated masterfully by SissyMaker365.
Luke, ensconced in the privacy of his softly lit room, felt vibrations of excitement mixed with a sliver of fear as he read SissyMaker365's latest message. The demand was clear and thrillingly specific: dress up in the most degrading sissy attire yet and capture every humiliating moment in photographs. Though Luke never revealed his face in these images, the thrill of near-exposure added a delicious edge to his obedience.
Eager to comply, he slipped into a scandalous ensemble: a frilly, baby pink maid's outfit that clung provocatively to his body, accentuating his sissy curves. The outfit was completed with white thigh-high stockings and matching high heels that forced his ass to jut out obscenely. Each item felt like a token of his submission, a tangible sign of SissyMaker365's control seeping into his very wardrobe.
Hovering over his collection of toys, Luke selected a sizeable black, ribbed plug, lubing it generously before pushing it deep into his increasingly pliable ass. Moaning softly, he savored how it stretched and filled him—a reminder of his master's virtual presence. With the plug firmly in place, he began his embarrassing tasks: posing provocously, simulating oral sex on a large dildo, and spanking himself until his cheeks flushed pink.
Each click of the camera was a heartbeat, capturing his transformation from a timid newbie into a shameless sissy slut. Luke meticulously uploaded the photos to the sissy forum's secure server, cautious to keep his anonymity intact. But unbeknownst to him, each image was a breadcrumb leading straight back to him, carrying metadata that sung his secrets to a tech-savvy predator.
SissyMaker365, with a few keystrokes, hacked into the image metadata, his eyes narrowing with predatory anticipation as Luke's address unfurled on his screen. A broader search gave him everything else: Luke's real name, his workplace, his friends, his family. The rush of power was intoxicating, SissyMaker365 had truly caught a sissy in his web, and now he could twist the strands tighter.
The next day, Luke opened his laptop to find a new message, his breath hitching as he read the chilling words from SissyCK that confirmed his worst fears. "You've been quite the naughty slut, haven't you? I know everything, Luke. Every little detail."
Panic knotted in Luke's stomach, the air thick with a sense of impending doom. The message continued, a sinister promise threading through each word. "Check your front door, my pet. I've sent you a little gift to deepen your training. From now on, you'll realize what it truly means to be controlled."
Trembling, Luke padded to the door, his heart pounding as he retrieved a nondescript package. Inside, he found an array of sissy accoutrements: more revealing outfits, an array of butt plugs ascending in size, specialized creams for his body and face, several high-definition cameras, and a new, even more restrictive chastity device etched with the words "Property of SissyMaker365."
The realization that he was no longer just playing a part in a digital fantasy but trapped in a tangible, real-world web of submission was overwhelming. Luke sat back, the weight of his situation pressing down on him like the heavy locks of the chastity device he was soon to wear. Now, more than ever, he was at the mercy of SissyMaker365, his every move dictated by a man who held his life in the palm of his hand. The blend of terror and arousal was potent, addictive, locking Luke into a cycle of fear, obedience, and desire that was impossible to escape.
Luke's fingers trembled as he uncovered the chilling contents of the package delivered at his doorstep. The array of degrading, feminizing attire and accessories spread across his floor felt like tangible, oppressive chains tightening around him. Each piece, a stark, undeniable reality of his deepest fears now realized, was SissyMaker365's mark of ownership etched into Luke's life.
Luke's heart thudded violently as he handled the new chastity cage, his namesake embossed on it, a permanent reminder of his submission: Property of SissyMaker365. It was colder, heavier, an unyielding symbol of his enslavement that he was now forced to wear. Clasping the device around his aching cock, Luke felt the lock click shut, a sound echoing like a door slamming on his previous life of anonymity and safety.
With his heart racing and a sick knot forming in his stomach, Luke read through the message that had come with the package. It was a detailed blueprint of what SissyMaker365 wanted next. Luke was to utilize the creams, special formulas to enhance smoothness and reduce body hair, ensuring his skin appeared as femininely soft as possible. The clothes were meticulously picked to parade his sissy identity publicly, should he dare defy SissyMaker365's commands.
The high-definition cameras were to be set up around his bedroom, making his most private space a stage for his humiliation. Every night, he was to perform, dressed in the provided slutty outfits, each act recorded and sent directly to SissyMaker365. The first video was scheduled to go live on a notorious underground sissy site, a showcase to enthrall others into the sissy lifestyle or to blackmail Luke further.
Fully aware that disobedience was not an option, Luke methodically set up the cameras, the LED lights casting an alien glow that washed over his now dolled-up figure. The once safe haven of his room felt like a prison cell, each corner equipped with an unblinking electronic eye.
Tonight's garb was especially humiliating, a lacy, sheer babydoll that barely covered his newly smoothed thighs, paired with a thong that tucked away the chastity cage, making him appear more sissy-like. As he applied the last of the makeup, emphasizing his lips and batting his fake-lashed eyes at the mirror, Luke could scarcely recognize the face that stared back at him. It was what SissyMaker365 designed, a sissy doll, ready and displayed for use.
With a shaky breath, Luke started his performance, dancing timidly at first as he tried to embody the erotic siren that his attire suggested. With each move, his mind screamed, torn between terror of exposure and the deep-rooted arousal from his protracted sissification. The fear, however, was the overriding emotion, each click of the camera shutter a gunshot to his old self-identity.
After what felt like hours of degrading displays, bending over, spreading his cheeks, mouthing dildos, Luke was allowed to collapse onto his bed, the digital link severing as SissyMaker365 ended the session remotely.
Still panting, Luke cradled his head in his hands, tears smudging the mascara as he contemplated his new reality. There was no turning back now. His life was no longer his own. Everything he was, and everything he could be, was now filtered through the commands of SissyMaker365. His friends, family, and colleagues teetered on the brink of seeing him exposed in the most unimaginable ways.
As the night whispered into early morning, Luke lay in his bed, staring at the ceiling, enslaved not just by the physical chastity device but by the shackles of his own corrupted desires, now wielded by someone else. The fear of what lay ahead in his forced journey under SissyMaker365's rule settled in his stomach like lead, yet, a perverse part of him yearned to see how far he could be pushed, how completely he could be transformed.
The burgeoning dread of his exposure mingled with an addictive submission, binding him inextricably to SissyMaker365's sinister will. Every fiber of his being screamed for relief, for freedom, but every strained breath was a reminder of his new, unwilling yet compliant life as a showcased sissy for the world to see.
Luke's journey into deeper sissification was enforced with each new dawn by the looming titan that was SissyMaker365. The digital leash tugged at his every move, never allowing him to forget who controlled the reins. With the fear of exposure hanging like a guillotine over his identity, Luke embraced and performed his assigned tasks with a frenzied mix of dread and arousal, dutifully submitting to his new perilous routine.