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A Visit By Chris - Before my best friend Chris moved to Minneapolis I had given him a massage with a happy ending and one time after I had worn my wife’s wedding lingerie when we fooled around. Chris was stunned and I was sure he thought I was a pervert. On the phone one day he brought up my crossdressing and said he now understood that I was a sissy. I said that I would be home alone over the upcoming long holiday weekend and Chris said he would visit me and help me become a true sissy. I promised I would submit to him and obey him completely. On Friday morning, the day of his arrival, I received a package. The instructions told me to cleanse my colon, shave all facial and body hair, and to be wearing the white nylons, matching white bra, panties, and garter belt set, and white satin slippers with kitten heels when he arrived. I did exactly as he commanded. Chris told me how sexy I looked and that night started to make me his sissy bitch. I sucked his cock repeatedly, licked his balls and ass, and he fucked my pussy in three different positions. I submitted to him when he locked me in a cock cage and when he took pics of me with a Polaroid camera. Each day he took me shopping with me in a wig and scarf and a trench coat over my lingerie. At Colonie Mall he bought me more lingerie and high heels. At an adult bookstore Chris had me unbutton my trench coat and give customers glimpses of my lingerie while he bought sex toys, etc. Every evening was spent sucking his cock, licking his ass, being fucked, and having ever larger butt plugs pushed into me. Monday evening, dressed in the pink lingerie, nylons, and heels and with my cock cage firmly in place, Chris used hand cuffs to attach my arms to the corners of the bed. He said that we were about to make my sissy transformation complete. He pulled my panties aside, grabbed my legs and pushed them up in the air as and savagely thrust his cock into my cunt. He pounded me harder than ever and we heard the apartment door open and my wife yell: “What the hell is going on? What the fuck is the deal with this pic?” Chris laughed and yelled: “Do you like the pic I left for you? Come here and look at the “man” you married.” Connie walked in carrying the Polaroid pic and stared open-mouthed at me, my lingerie, and at Chris who had his cock deep in my pussy. She called me a goddamn faggot and Chris said, “No, he’s not a faggot; she is a my sissy fuck toy.” Connie said she never wanted to see either of us again and ordered us to leave. Chris announced that he had tickets for us on the last flight of the day to Minneapolis. Chris packed up all of the lingerie, heels, sex toys, etc. He ordered me to put on mens clothes over the lingerie to wear while we traveled. Chris told Connie that we weren’t taking anything else because I would never wear men’s clothes again. My fate was sealed. We left the apartment, drove to the airport and flew home to Minneapolis. Chris kept me as his sissy sex slave, put me on HRT so I grew small tits and looked more feminine, kept me dressed like a slut, and fucked me regularly. And I loved it and loved him.
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