After years of fantasizing, I finally work up the nerve to meet a man off criagslist, my dream man. A man who says he will turn me into the cross dressed sissy whore I dream of becoming. My post looked a little like this.

LOOKING FOR MASTER TO TURN ME INTO HIS SISSY SLAVE

-White, 28, sort of chubby, DDF. Discretion a must

When I watch porn, I always fantasize that I am the girl. I want to belong to a dominant and stern man who forces me to be his slave bitch. I want to be punished for disobediance, and kept submissive and feminine. I want be forced to do things that are disgusting and humiliating. I want my ass and mouth to belong to you. I want to be verbally humiliated. I wont enjoy most of it, and that is why it will turn me on when you force me to do it. I Want you fuck me in the ass and then make me clean your dick off with my filthy whore mouth... I want you to not only enjoy, but get off knowing that I am not enjoying it.

  I will be required to dress approrpiately for you, high heels, shaved body, thigh highs, garters, thongs and panties, bras, skirts, dresses, wigs and make up. If I am not dressed appropriately, I am punished, if I do not act or talk feminine I am punished, if I refuse to obey commands I am punished. If I forget to refer to you as sir or master I am punished. If I spill your cum on the floor after its shot into my mouth, I am punished. Spankings and canning will get my attention the fastest. If you wish, make me drink your piss and if I refuse or spill any, I am punished. Even though I am willing to try drinking it, I do not want to be pee'd on, atleast, not while dressed.

Limits: Not fisting, or anything brutal, No scat, I do not want to ride you or have to fuck myself, I do not want to be allowed to cum until you are 100% finished with me. 

 This is the type of thing I want, but am afraid to give into. Many men messaged me over the years, and the few I met, did not live up to the type of master I wanted. Finally, I thought I found the right man. Who knows though, maybe his emails are all talk. Its alot hader to find a man to own you, than you might think, even when you are a sexy sissy whore.

We spoke for months, and he pressured me many times to meet, but tonight I had finally decided to give in. It was a Sautrday night, cold, which was perfect since he wanted me to meet him cross dressed. I could wear a hoodie to cover my face as I walked down the street. I came home from work, messaged him telling him I was going to doll myself up and then meet him. I Shaved my body and then douched. Took a nice bath, dried off, put perfume on, and then some make up. Then I slipped into panties and a bra, I stuffed the bra, then I put on high heels, thigh highs, and slipped on a black dress. My high heels were red, and my wig was brunette shoulder length. I had clip on hoop ear rings and red lip stick to match the heels. I even packed my purse with handcuffs and lube. I was ready to be kidnaped, raped, transformed...  I slipped on a black hoodie, and then decided to drive in tennis shoes.

I didnt have to drive far, about 7 miles into the city of New Orleans, I parked my car at a parking lot and paid for 24 hours of parking, then slipped on my high heels and walked down the street.  I kept my head down and walked at a fast pace, but it was hard to walk in heels. Men were whistling at me and one grabbed my ass. I enjoyed it, but  was also afraid. If I looked up and they saw I was a crossdresser, that might not be good for me. So I kept my gaze down and walked on. My cell phone notified me of a text message. I looked down and saw a message from my soon to be master, the message told me what street he was on, and said he was standing by a dumpster.