***A Taste of Priscilla's Goodies***
A Vignette of total submission
Darin was a dream come true for any sissy girl. Handsome, well-to-do, strong, assertive and dispassionate. I strove to belong to him in body and mind. He did not disappoint.
Chapter One: A Place in Oak Lawn
However, the more I dressed, I found my options for female sex partners were less than I’d imagined. One female was Gina Leroux, an account executive with Merrill Lynch in Dallas. She was one of my clients at the salon. We dated with me as Cy and as my femme-fatale, Cerise. Cy is short for Cyril.
Gina, enjoyed Cerise’s company the most. Though I wasn’t certain whether she was in for a long term relationship. The thing was, the more I identified as a female, the more attracted I became to men. I was dressing full-femme at my Cousin Elaine’s home, where I paid a reasonable rent. I also went full-femme out on the town, weekend evenings at gay/lesbian night spots.
I dressed more unisex, with light, soft makeup, at the salon, and the rest of the time. My relationship with Gina was on her terms of course. She liked me as a willing, submissive femme, but she didn’t enjoy the role-play I was looking for such as bondage, discipline and spanking. I needed that so much as a sissy and it was missing.
It was then I began to look around at different sissy web sites and Tumblr pages.Soon, I realized that there were very girlish sissies out there that had Male Masters in their lives as well a Female Masters. They called most of their Male Masters “Bulls” or “Daddy” versus a “Butch” or “Mommy” for a Female Master.
I got a copy of a local Dallas, nightclub paper and found a transgender place in Oak Lawn called Peaches’ Palace. It was a sort of drag bar with a restaurant and it looked somewhat upscale. I decided on a unisex look for Saturday night. I decided to take an Uber. I wore a pair of control top pantyhose. I used a depilatory and shaved really close.
My brows were already plucked and I arched them with some pencil. I used a little more makeup than I usually did when going out unisex. I wore black cropped slacks and a long, red, tube top. I’d been taking female hormones so I did have little bumps for boobs already.
For footwear I decided on a pair of black, kitten pumps with a 1 and 3/4” heel. I placed a pair of hoop earrings in one of my two sets of piercing holes. I left a set of pearl studs in the other two piercings. I used a coral pink lipstick to set everything off.
I kept my hair in a long, brushed-out ponytail that I let fall over my left shoulder seductively. I carried a pink clutch with lipstick, a compact, some cash and credit cards. The Uber driver that took me to “Peaches” didn’t give me a second look.
I strode into Peaches’ and asked the hostess for a table for one. Of course I was seated at a table for two. I’d really been watching my waistline, so I ordered a light dinner. I’d always been slim, but I was becoming exotically svelte and almost sylphlike. At five foot eight inches and 125 pounds I felt gorgeous in femme clothing, with my hair in an updo and full makeup.
I was sipping my glass of white wine, when a heard a masculine voice ask, “Excuse me. Are you meeting anyone for dinner? If not, would you mind if I joined you?”
I looked up and found it very hard to believe the truly masculine hunk I was looking at. I knew he was at least six feet tall. He was very trim and likely weighed a manly, 170 pounds. He had dark brown eyes and medium brown hair cut in a longish, but not feminine style. He wore a sport jacket, dress shirt, slacks and loafers.
Definitely business casual. I subconsciously liked my lips and answered him.
“No, I’m here by myself. Yes, I would enjoy company for dinner. Please have a seat. Waitress? My friend will be joining me,” I smiled.
“My name is Darin. I haven’t seen you here before,” he smiled.
“I haven’t been here before. My name is Cy,” I said.
“Cy? Is that short for Cynthia?” Darin asked.
“No. Cyril,” I blushed.
“Isn’t there a name you call yourself when you are dressed and made-up so prettily?” Darin asked.
“Yes. Thank you for asking Darin. It’s Cerise,” I smiled.
“That’s better. You must have went thru a lot of trouble to make yourself so attractive, Cerise? Do you live and work in the area?” Darin asked.
“I live with my cousin Elaine, just on the outskirts of Bent Tree, in Addison. I work at her hair salon here in Oak Lawn. I went right home after work today, took a bubble bath, got dressed and called an Uber. I’m off until Tuesday,” I added. I realized I’d just told this hunky guy I was available for the entire weekend.
“Very nice. So what made you pick ‘Peaches’ for A Saturday night out, Cerise?” Darin asked as the waitress arrived with our food. I paused to order another glass of White Wine and Darin ordered a refill on his unsweetened ice tea. I felt comfortable that he wasn’t drinking at all.
“I read in the local entertainment paper that Peaches was very Transgender friendly. I’m in the process of a Male to Female transition. Some Saturday evenings I go out on the town with a female friend. On those occasions I feel comfortable enough to dress fully femme,” I explained as the waitress brought our drinks.
“This evening, being solo, I decided on a more unisex but still feminine look,” I added.
“Well, please allow me to say that you did the feminine look very well Cerise. So you’re a hairdresser? That must help with knowing some of the beauty secrets females use?” Darin asked.
“Thank you, Darin,” I said, patting his hand with my painted, manicured fingers.
We chatted as we ate. He told me he was a financial consultant with Morgan Stanley. I asked him if he knew Gina Leroux. He said the name was familiar. He asked how I knew her. I explained that we had dated. After we’d finished eating we skipped dessert. I ordered hot tea and he had coffee.
They played very hip, bluesy and jazzy music at Peaches. Sexy, lovers’ music. When the Etta James tune, “At Last” began Darin asked me to dance. I gladly accepted. I stood up with my clutch-bag held daintily the manicured fingers of my left hand. He led me to the dance floor by my right hand. When he put his arms around me I realized he must be about six feet two inches tall, as he was more than a head taller than me.
His arms encircled my shoulders and I lifted mine to be high up on his torso. I laid my head against his firm chest. I looked up at him and he pulled me to him, lifted me slightly and kissed me on the lips. When his kiss lingered, I kissed him back. My tongue pushed slightly but firmly in between his lips.
I wished I freshened my lipstick. I wouldn’t make that mistake again. When the dance was over I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him. This time he returned the kiss, except he was more forceful. We walked back to the table. My arm was around his waist.
Before we finished our tea and coffee he said, “I don’t live far from your Cousin Elaine’s place. I’m located on Harbor Town Drive in Bent Tree. Why don’t we drop by my place and I’ll show you around? Then I can take you back to your Cousin Elaine’s?”
I hoped he didn’t take me back to Elaine’s. In fact I was hoping he’d at least keep me for the night, if not the entire weekend. I’d been prepping for this for some time. When I had told my GYN that I desired to be in a Dom/Femme relationship, she had prescribed a set of Vaginal Dilators, to stretch my rectal passage.
I’d been wearing one of these daily, ever since. This evening though, I’d left it home. I was still ready though, for whatever transpired. I nodded to Darin.
“That sounds really nice Darin. Let’s do that,” I winked, sexily. I’d been using a breathless, sexy, throaty, contralto style voice all evening. It was something I’d been practicing when I was alone with my cousin or Gina. Gina had a similar, “husky” sort of voice and she said it worked for me.
Before we left the restaurant I paused and opened my clutch. I removed a tube of Frost Pink lipstick and creamed my lips. Then I used the compact to fix the rest of my face. I really wanted to kiss Darin with wet, creamy lips.
When we reached Darin’s luxury Mercedes Sedan, and he opened he car door for me, I put my arms around his waist and kissed him forcefully. “I really don’t want to go home if you decide to keep me with you,” I said softly.
“That would be my preference,” he smiled.
On the drive to his residence he asked me a few questions and told me a little about himself.
“Do you have an extensive female wardrobe? I’d love to see you fully femme and dolled up. I may as well tell you. I’m thirty-five and divorced. My ex-wife was about your size and left quite a few things at the house. I’m no decorator, so the room she used is fully intact including lingerie and cosmetics. You’re welcome to use anything you see that you like, Cerise,” Darin said.
“So are you looking to live, full time as a female?” Darin asked.
“My female wardrobe is getting larger. Plus I have my unisex wardrobe which is really more femme than anything. My male wardrobe is shrinking. My cousin would allow me to dress as Cerise at the salon if I wanted to. In fact she’s encouraged me to do it,” I explained.
“And yes. I’d love to go full-time as a female. I’m taking hormones now, as I don’t like fake padding for my hips or boobs. I’d love to look at your ex-wife’s things. I love female clothing. If you make me stay with you the entire weekend I’ll dress up for you and play act as your submissive housewife if you want?” I teased.
“That sounds interesting Cerise. So it appears you enjoy being subservient and being with a dominant partner?” Darin asked.
“Yes, that is an ideal situation for me,” I agreed, almost creaming in my panty-hose.
When we arrived at his house I was floored and speechless. It was not only in a gated community, the entire property was electronically gated. When we pulled up the drive, as the gate closed, Darin used his Smartphone to light up the entire residence. It was awesome! The home was styled after a rambling California Villa.
Most of it was two stories, except for the section nearest the large, kidney shaped pool. It had to be 5,000 square feet of floor space. In fact it has five beds and six full baths, including the bath nearest to pool. When we arrived inside he offered me another glass of California White.
“I’d love some. Do you mind if I called my cousin?” I asked.
“No, not at all. Tell her you are at 5250 Harbor Town Drive in Bent Tree,” he said.
“Hi, Elaine. I met someone at Peaches and I’m at his house right now. Not far. 5250 Harbor Town Drive in Bent Tree. Yes a guy. He’s very nice and very handsome. I may spend the night. I’ll stay the entire weekend if he asks me. I’ll call. Thanks Elaine,” I said.
I loved the sound of my heels rhythmically clicking on the tiled floors as I walked sexily towards Darin. Darin made himself a Scotch “neat.”
“To romance,” Darin said as we made a toast.
“After I divorced, I got tired of professional females. They all expect so much and give so little. Then I found that effeminate boys such as you enjoy being girly-girls. That’s what I like and that’s what I’m looking for. I want a true, unquestionably obedient, submissive, ultra-feminine partner,” Darin smiled.
“Get undressed now, Cerise. And don’t hesitate. Now girl. What are you waiting for. That’s it. Strip naked and kneel on the floor in front of me. Immediately,” Darin said firmly.
He wasn’t raising his voice at all. He watched as I stripped to the buff and knelt at his feet. I was shaking a little, but I was definitely excited. My penis was becoming erect. I was only twenty-two and had been taking hormones for but six months.
Darin walked away and returned with a collar and a leash as well as a ping-pong paddle. As he fastened the collar around my neck he scolded me.
“You hesitated a little too long before you undressed honey. So Daddy will have to put you over his knees and paddle your ass. You are right were you belong now girl. Kneeling at the feet of a man. You know, Cerise is such a sexy name but I like something a bit more cutesy and girly for my girls,” Darin added.
“So, this is going to be your renaming ceremony tonight and from now on you’ll only answer to the name I will give you. From now on your formal name is Cynthia Louise. Cindy or Cindy Lou for short. Now tell Daddy how much you love you new name, Cindy,” Darin said, tugging on the leash he’d attached to my collar.
“Oh yes, Daddy. Cindy loves her new name, so very much,” I practically lisped.
"Now crawl over to the living room couch and get over Daddy’s lap, Cindy. Good girl!” Darin added as he put my naked body over his lap.
“Someone is very excited about being dominated and spanked, Isn’t she Cindy. Now tell Daddy why Cindy is being spanked,” Darin asked.
“Cindy is getting a spanking because she failed to immediately strip and kneel as her Daddy Master instructed. Cindy is very sorry and will never do that again, Daddy,” I said shaking.
I’d always wanted Gina to spank me, but here I was over Darin’s lap, trembling as he rubbed his hands over the surface of my ass. Then without warning he struck me sharply with the paddle on my left rump and then quickly and just as sharply upon the right cheek of my ass. I screamed loudly each time and almost immediately my fear turned into sobbing and tears.
He laughed as he continued to spank me harshly. Darin was and still is a very fit, strong man. My little sissy ass was in for a real paddling. I kicked my legs girlishly and squealed in pain.
“Oh please Daddy, I’ll be good from now on!” I shrieked.
“You’re damned right you’ll behave Sissy Cindy. You’re lucky none of my friends were here to embarrass me, in front of. I’d have really given it to you, bitch,” he remarked as he continued to paddle me.
I was gasping frantically when he finally hit me several times upon my thighs. Then he stopped. He placed the paddle on the couch and pulled me to my feet. I was whimpering and blubbering. He pulled me to him.
“Now Sissy Cindy, I think you’ll at least behave for tonight. And if I like the way you suck my dick and fuck me, I might make you be my little sissy bitch fort he entire weekend. Would you like that Sissy Cindy Lou?” Darin asked.
“Oh yes Daddy, I would love that. I’ll be such a good girl for you,” I simpered.
“Good. Now get on your knees between my legs and suck me off. Then I want you to go to Sandra’s room and find something sexy to wear, and make your face and hair really pretty for me,” Darin added.
“Oh yes Daddy. I’ll suck you and I’ll be beautiful for you,” I promised as I knelt between his legs and began sucking my very first cock. It was such a big, beautiful cock. I soon as it began to grow in my mouth I felt so fulfilled.
“Oh that’s nice Sissy Cindy. Don’t forget. I have a set of balls. I was going to get rid of Sandra’s stuff, but I found out that both the women and the sissies I brought home liked having pretty things to wear and makeup to put on. Especially you Sissy Bitches. You know Cindy. You are one of the prettiest Sissy Sluts I’ve ever brought home,” Darin told me as I service his large cock.
I really felt proud, when his prick stiffened and he shot his load.
This goes with the Photo Caption for the week of June 1st. Darin and Cindy. Cindy, the girl that likes wearing a leash for her man.
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