My Little Sissy Slut

By Katie West

Dan entered and looked at the bed. Along with the set of clothes were a pile of ropes of varying lengths, some cuffs and other things, which he had no idea what they were, made from chain and leather.

Elaine turned and looked at her best friend. 'When you were here the other day, we talked about your fantasies, and how you feared that you might never have a chance to experience them. Well I have been doing a lot of thinking and I have decided that tonight you will get that chance.'

Dan looked at her in amazement, absolutely lost for words. Though he didn't know what to say, he knew how he felt, as he realised that his cock had started to swell at the thought. He lowered his free hand down to his crotch, worried that she might see the affect she was having on him.

'Ha ha I take it from your reaction that you would like to give it a go then boy?' Elaine said in a strict voice.

'Err yes sure, we can give it a go.' He answered, rather embarrassedly.

'That, boy, is not a proper answer, is it?'

Dan looked at Elaine, and realised that she was being very serious. Suddenly he realised that this was it, this was his chance to start discovering what it felt like to play out his fantasies.

'I’m sorry Miss, I apologise.' He said, hanging his head.

'That's better slut, you better remember to speak with me with respect in future. Now, I carefully chose these clothes for you. So get dressed!' Elaine ordered him.

He looked at the clothes on the bed. A pair of bright pink panties, a tiny stretch skirt, a white shirt and a bra. He felt his hands start to shake as he began to undress, folding his clothes and placing them on the trunk at the bottom of Elaine's bed. He took the panties when Elaine passed them to him, feeling the lacy material slide against his fingers as he pulled them up his legs.

'I think that pink panties suit you boy, I think you will make a very pretty sissy slave for me.'

Dan gulped as he held out his arms in front of him and Elaine slid the bra straps up to his shoulders. He stood still while she moved behind him and fastened the clips.

'What cute boobies you have.' She said as she reached into the bra and twisted his nipples. He thought he was going to cum with the feelings flooding through his body and could feel the wetness of his pre-cum on the material of the panties. He could feel a hot blush heating his skin as he stood there, his head lowered.

'Oh dear, and what's that.' Elaine asked as she let her finger run along his hard cock, rubbing the wet patch on the panties.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Katie West
• Release date: Apr 26, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476018232

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My Little Sissy Slut

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Katie West

Copyright©Katie West 2012

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Note: This story contains sexually explicit material, and is intended only for persons over the age of 18. By downloading and opening this document, you are stating that you are of legal age to access and view this work of fiction.

All of the characters involved in the sexual situations in this story are 18 years of age or older.

My Little Sissy Slut

Elaine didn't consider herself a Domme if anything she was totally submissive. But when an old friend confided his fantasies to her she was determined to try and make at least some of them come true.

She had been in the BDSM lifestyle for quite a few years and had shared some remarkable adventures with Doms in the past. But now it was time for her to change sides and use some of the experiences she'd had to help Dan.

She was quite shocked when he first started talking about his urges and desires. He had been a friend for years yet she had never had any inclination that he shared her love of control and Domination. Yet on that evening when they had gone out for dinner and enjoyed a few too many drinks, it all came flooding out. She had mentioned that she had started writing and publishing stories and he asked her what kind. Had it been anyone else but Dan she probably would have made something up, but she knew that, if anyone, she could be straight with him.

'I write smut and I’m proud of it.' She grinned at him over her wine glass.

'What kind of smut?' She had