Cam Whore Sissy
I am a confessed sissy for my Mistress. I know I love a woman in fine stylish clothes. She doesn’t have to be trendy. I prefer classy and at times slutty.
I grew up in a family with 4 brothers, my estranged father and only my mother for guidance. My mother was a lovely woman, stylish and strict but she was a damn good cook. I remember sitting from across the counter watching her bake my favorite apple pie. Even though she spent most of the day in the kitchen, she was always all dressed up. I rarely recall her in shabby clothes even at home. The house was always filled with the wonderful smell of her cooking or something baking in the oven and the click of her fine heels. So when I grew up to be a man I inherited her fondness of cooking and baking. However I could never find a woman that would compare to my mother. Not until I met my Mistress. You could say I have my mother’s skills in the kitchen and my Mistress has my mother’s strictness and good sense in style. But I never pictured myself as a sissy, not even to my goddess. And being my Mistress’ sissy was never brought up. I didn’t thought she was into that sort of thing.
It started out with me appreciating my Mistress’ fine lingerie, expensive and made from the finest materials, silk, satin, lace. Oh I just love my Mistress’ lace panties in rich colors, burgundy, emerald green, sapphire blue, golden brown, deep purple, chocolate brown, makes her look so precious. I just love watching my Mistress putting on her black stockings, slowly making her way up to cover her finely shaped legs.
One night, as she was showering, I went through the clothes that she laid down on the bed that I helped her pick out. She trusted my taste. I held up a new pair of red thong panties. I can’t help but wonder how they would look like on me. I stood in front of the mirror to check out my physique, well-toned body, broad shoulders, a tight ass still fresh of welts from my Mistress’ evil stick! I begin to picture myself wearing my Mistress’ red thongs to show off my fine ass with my welts. I did not notice my Mistress stepped out from the shower as I was staring myself in the mirror holding her underwear in front of me. She startled me when I heard her casually said, “That color suits you.”
The next night my Mistress surprised me with a small box in gold wrapping paper. I tear it open and unfolded the tissue and inside was the same red lace underwear and bra that she has! This was really a surprise! My Mistress must have sensed my hesitation and pulled me in front of the mirror. She started unbuckling my belt and ordered me to strip. As her good slave, I always do as I am told by my precious goddess. And there is no question now what she wanted me to do. I did as I was told then she whispered to my ear, “Don’t you want to feel the fine lace on your skin? How pretty the color is on your skin?” And I put on my red thongs and bra. Wow! They feel so soft. I must confess I feel sexy wearing them! Then my Mistress pulled out her phone and snapped a picture of me then showed it to me. I must admit, I do look good in red. Then she ordered me to sit on the bed, lean back and cross my legs. “Look at the camera like you want to eat it.” Click! And she showed me my picture again. Why is this making me feel so hot? The word sissy kept running through my head. I never thought I would not object to being a sissy.
She finally set up her camera and tripod. We went on through the night snapping pictures. She was coaching me how to “make love” to the camera and pose sexy with a dildo. She would pretend to slap me with a dildo. She had a dildo stuffed in my mouth. She pulled my thongs to one side and was about to shove a dildo in. She grabbed a fistful of my hair as she shoved her strapon up my ass. It was a great night. My first of many nights to be my Mistress’ sissy. There is nothing more submissive than being a sissy for my goddess.