Becoming Anne - My Feminization Chapter 3 - Sex Stories

Becoming Anne - My Feminization Chapter 3

... a makeover, and you will become a true sissy. Is that understood?”

“Yes,” I said hoarsely, unable to say anything else. In truth, I had concerns about her plans for her silicone cock.

“That was not very convincing.” Her mouth was on my ear, taking an aggressive nibble at my earlobe. “I want you to address me as ‘Mistress’, and I want no doubt that you are going to obey, is that clear sissy?”

“Yes, Mistress!” I said with more conviction.

“That’s better,” she breathed into my ear, her nipples teasing me further. “We will be able to have plenty of fun as long as you’re a good girl. However, now that we know how you will address me, how should I address you? I could simply call you sissy, and I may more often than not. But I do think you should have a girly sissy name too, don’t you?”

I had not thought of that, but it sounded like a great idea. My sissy persona did need an identity.

“Yes, Mistress,” I said eagerly.

“Do you have any ideas? Would you like to choose your girly name, or should Mistress Jess choose for you?” She asked.

“If it is ok Mistress, I would like to be called Anne,” I suggested, "I think it's a pretty name."

“That is a pretty name,” she agreed. “Why did you choose that name?”

“Mistress, I am afraid this will sound silly," I explained, "but when I was young, my mother had a wig of long, curly, red hair. We had been playing dress up, and she wore a fancy dress, pearls, and her beautiful red wig. She looked so pretty in it. I ...

... innocently asked her if I could try it on, and she agreed without hesitation."

"Was that the first time you wore a wig?" Mistress asked.

"Yes Mistress," I replied, "I put it on and liked how it looked. My mother told me I looked like 'Anne of Green Gables'. Right then, part of me wanted to be just like Anne."

Mistress smiled grabbed my face in her hands and kissed my lips deeply letting her fingers slide inside my panties and caress my swelling sissy cock.

“Anne sounds perfect,” she said with approval.

I moaned into her mouth as I kissed her back, instinctively reaching to caress her exquisite, soft tits. My fingertips had just begun to roll on her pretty pink nipples when she withdrew her hand from my panties and slapped my hand away.

“Did you receive permission?” she said sternly, pulling away from my lips. “From now on Anne, you need permission to touch your mistress, permission to touch yourself, and permission to cum.”

“Now, as I said, if you are a good girl and serve me as I say, I will make you cum in your panties. Would you like that, sissy?”

Her dominance seemed to come so naturally, almost out of nowhere. Equally so was my immediate desire to serve and please her when dressed as a girl.

“Yes, Mistress!” I declared. “Your little sissy would love to serve you and would be grateful to cum in my panties.”

Satisfied with my answer, she smirked and walked back to the closet, swaying her ass for my viewing pleasure. Gone for only a moment, she ...