>> If you haven't done so already, please read my previous posts, so that you will be able to keep some of these events in a linear context. It's already become a kind of cautionary tale about doing a"Splooge Patrol" <<

Some lights were on, and Carl was already inside the Former Real Estate office when I arrived that Sunday evening, and I had brought my own box: a cardboard Dell computer box, containing a couple of wigs, my black and red bustier, black skirt, fake titties, two pairs of shoes, my make-up kit, and a couple of toys. He told me to walk straight to the back, where there was another big room, a kind of conference room, big table, lots of chairs, a few big couches along the walls.

Carl said I could use any of the side offices to change, and he would be waiting out on the couch.

One of the most important thing he's got me doing is this kind of "Call & Response" routine, where he'll say something like "Who's a Horny Sissy Slut?" and then I have to say "I'm a Horny Sissy Slut", and then he might say "Who likes to lick balls?" and then I have compound the sentences and say something like "I'm a Horny Sissy Slut and I love to lick balls", and so on and so on. So essentially (as he explained to me) he's feeding me my lines, giving me my Sissy Mantra as it were, and is hypnotizing my Sissy Brain. He's helping me become his fantasy of his best sissy gurl!

I got all dolled up and put on my outfit. I meant to mention that under my street clothes I was already wearing some open bottomed pantyhose, with fishnet stockings over those, and a garter belt and black panties. I sauntered out and sat down next to him, we were making out on the couch, and during the course of some slutty small talk and heavy petting, he tells me "Sometimes it might sound like I'm 'ordering' you to do something, but that's just Daddy's way of asking you to do something that will help Daddy cum for you, because I love my little Sissy and I'm not going to hurt you or make you do something you really don't want to do", and I'm thinking to myself "OMG this guy is one slick operator!" and I thought I heard my ass say "Amen!".

He kicked off his shoes, got his belt undone, dropped his pants, and stepped out of his boxers, and for the very first time I met his cock.

About his cock: It is the BEST! It's probably at least 5", all hairless, nicely cut, perfect girth. Of course I'm biased because i have been trained and hypnotized by it so frequently by now, and I can understand that on an intellectual level, but just lose it when I'm being a slut and intellect goes out the window: I am dedicated to this cock! I really think it is the best cock in the world for me, the cock really loves me back, the sperm really helps me transform into more of a slut. I just can't say enough how perfect his cock is for me, it is on my mind frequently, even when I'm not in "Slut Mode".

So I'm sitting on the couch, and he's standing right in front of me with his crotch in my face, and breathing heavily, he says "If I tell you to do something that you don't want to do, just politely say 'I'm not ready to do that yet, please' and then we can discuss it later...Now, what were you saying earlier about licking balls?" and I instinctively replied "I'm a good sissy slut and I love to lick balls" and I was fast performing just that. That was a truly fun, happy moment between us.

Such a long post and I still haven't gotten to the part about sucking Carl's cock yet. I guess it really deserves it's own entry. Next time.