Instructor Mike's Academy

Reader discretion is adviced, this story contain graphic content depicting violence and rape which may not be suitable to all readers. This is a fictional story and do not portray real events or real persons.

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Warning: This is an explicit semi-fictional/semi-autobiographical, multipart series involving White Daddy / south asian boy raceplay, crossdressing, and more.  If you are not of age and/or find the notion of White Cock Superiority over asian shrimp dicks to be offensive, then please do not read on.  

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Part 1

Taking the First Step

"Thank you for the presents Uncle Mike! This is the best birthday ever!"

"Anything for my little princess. My little niece is growing up so fast and I bet she's starting to notice boys. Tell Uncle Mike all about..."

There I was on the floor of a stranger's living room, laying on a doggy bed, looking up at him with unsure eyes, hiding behind the façade of the bubbly persona he has chosen for me, and playing out his perverted girl-touching/incest/ageplay fantasy in cute little dicklet-encasing xxs panties and an adorable little sundress.

"...and I bet you've started exploring your body but are unsure about how it makes you feel. There is so much that you need to learn and having a special teacher..."

I'm scared. There's enormous fear every time I’m around a Real Man. I'm a late bloomer and my 5'2" 100 lb south asian boy body is quickly learning its place in the sexual hierarchy as grope meat for older White Men, but it's true that I have a lot to learn and experience growing up sheltered in a very conservative family. It's also true that this 45 year old 6'2" 190lb slab of Man could rape his little princess with just one of his powerful arms. Fortunately for me, that wasn't part of today's fantasy.

"...which is why I'm proposing extra tutoring on the subject for you, young lady. You are supposed to run 2 hours after school daily for cross-country practice, but I think I have a better use of your time, and I promise you'll get a good workout. The curriculum will be rigorous but I'm confident you will learn a..."

At this point I'm still very new to being with Men. Uncle Mike ended up being my 3rd but he was really my 1st. I definitely enjoy the female form, but they weren't all that interested in a scrawny little bitch like me at the time. A few months earlier I was horny as hell and willing to try anything. I snuck away and went to a hopping gay bar in the city and discovered a whole new universe. I was the center of attention there. All of these tall and strong White Men were looking down and chatting with me all night. My neck got strained from looking up at them for hours! I now knew that I was a highly valued prize and it made me want to give that prize to the right Man. I certainly didn't want to wait till I left my conservative household for college, nor was I interested in being with other boys. I wanted to be with a Man and I wanted to learn.

"...and since we had to start class late today, you unfortunately need to get home before a proper lesson could be administered, though I'm pleased to hear that you enjoy your school uniform."

"Yes, Sir. I'm happy to learn from you and look forward to the next lesson. Thank you, Uncle Mike!"

"You're very welcome little aimee. Going forward you will refer to me as Sir or Instructor Mike. Stand directly in front of me and carefully remove all of the provided uniform items, place them on your left, and then stand at attention for post-class inspection."

Being named Amir and being as small as I was led to the inevitable nickname aimee, which was conveniently an ideal asian sissy name. As I approached this powerful Man, I was still terrified, but I sought out Instructor Mike for a reason. After finding a good chat area on the early 90s dark web (dial-up newsgroups and chat boards), I started meeting some truly perverted men. As I said, I learned that I was a high value prize and wanted to find a high value Man. But for me that criteria is less related to status and more related to their sexual creativity. Instructor Mike and I had a great rapport right off the bat in our chats. He really sounded like the right mix of kind heart and twisted sexuality. His face pic had me swooning and I loved the Dominant tone he had towards me.

But I was scared, and I was even more scared because he lived so close to me which was a shock in southern New Hampshire. What if he outed me to my parents, or to my friends? He suggested we meet in a park nearby so there's no pressure and we can get to know each other in person before taking things further. In my previous 2 encounters with men I met from the bar and the chat, they tried to get me to suck them right away but I refused. I did play with one of their cocks for less than a minute in the dark but nothing felt right and I left. What if I have the body and face of a submissive cocksucker but not the demeanor? Maybe the vibe has to be right. Starting off slow was probably good for me. Uncle Mike found a secluded spot in the park and felt me up all over while I compliantly submitted, but since then he hasn't touched me again and has never had me touch him once. At the end of our first private encounter together, what will he desire? Why am I not thinking at all about what I desire?

"Thank you again for the presents, Instructor Mike! I look forward to wearing them every day at our sessions."

I remove the flowery sundress in one movement, fold it, and place it on the table. Now I'm wearing nothing but a pair of tiny pink panties, which while they provide only the typical female covering on the front, are still adequate to cover my soft cock and cute golf ball-sized sac. I feel so humiliated standing there in front of him as Mike gropes me with his eyes. But I also feel sexy. He had asked for all of my measurements ahead of time and the panties are a perfect fit. I may be light as a feather but I have a girly ass and fill them out nicely. I start feeling myself in them.

"Turn around slowly while you do that, little aimee."

I did as I was told and started to get a bit aroused. And then with my back turned to him, totally vulnerable, clad in nothing but sexy panties, with the fear building within me again, he learned over and whispered in my ear...

"You were born to serve the desires of White Men. You don't understand yet because you are too young, but you will soon."

My cock grew to its full 3' length and 3.5' circumference. It had never felt this big or aroused before in my life. I was shut off from the sexual world by my repressive household and I only recently discovered masturbation, though it mostly dribbles out when I stroke to completion. For some reason, his words had more erotic impact on me than anything I'd ever experienced in my sheltered life thus far.

"Turn to face me, girl and remove your panties."

I obliged and my hard-on was raging. I was so proud about how big it was and thought he would be impressed. He looked at it and smiled so I thought he was. Then he took the head and started gently rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. It was the most amazing feeling of my life to date.

"I'm giving you a nice treat for your first session." He kept rolling and it felt so good!

"Thank you, Instructor Mike!", I gasped. This Man really knew how to touch my little button. I was getting close to dribbling like never before.

"'What were you born for, aimee?", he asked as he picked up speed.

"To serve White Men!", I groaned loudly. My little almond balls were aching in anticipation.

"And how does this serve the needs of White Men?" He slowed down a bit as if my answer was a ticket to heaven.

"I don't know, Sir.", I answered truthfully.

"Exactly. It does not. Do you want to be a good girl, aimee?"

"Y-yes, Sir.", I said unsurely. I'm so new to all of this. Being called a girl, these sensations, my peepee getting so big from what he said to me, realizations about how this might affect my life and purpose going forward. So much to contemplate while he's driving me over the edge.

"Part of service is understanding that the desires of those you serve may run counter to your own desires. In fact, having you tolerate the act of going against your own desires is often a strong desire of those who you will serve."

The sensations turn from pleasure to pain as he pinches the head, draining my erection and arousal quickly. I reach for my cock but my hand is immediately slapped away.

"Don't touch it!!!"

I'm on the verge of tears. The best feeling in my life was quickly replaced by the worst. He takes my head in his hands and locks eyes with me,

"You have to trust me that whatever I do between us is for your long-term benefit. Like I said, you are young and there is still much to understand. So much of your life is about to come into focus. Your education will be swift because the revelations will be so clear they will change you immediately with their undeniability. You've come this far, and you are free to walk away at any time. However, I guarantee that you will be changed tomorrow forever. Are you brave enough to accept my offer and make that commitment?"

My cock didn't feel good but I figured that was a lesson that I would learn from. As inexperienced as I was, I didn't know what was right or wrong. I didn't understand myself or my desires at all. I just knew that I was desired, and that I liked that. If being desired by so many who mean for me to serve their needs, then it seems logical that Instructor Mike was correct and I was born for this. I must embrace it. This is how I fit in.

"I'm afraid."

"Fear will always be part of you. It's in your nature. When we chatted and you told me that your dad was rarely around, I knew that you walk around through life feeling vulnerable wherever you go. You will learn how to serve the right Men who will protect you from your fears. You will learn to enjoy and/or tolerate that which they ask of you to make your presence worth their while. They will use you. They may hurt you. But they will protect you from worse dangers in the world. Life is a series of barters with others and this will be a common one for you. If you don't go down this path, you'll always be afraid. This is the day-to-day lives of most women, the weaker sex, hence your uniform and the training regiment I intend to put you through as your body resembles a female."

While I may have been young and naïve I did sense the wisdom of his words. I was hungry for more knowledge and guidance from an older Man. I made the bravest decision of my life.

"I can actually be here 45 minutes earlier than requested if it pleases Instructor Mike."

"That's my girl!" he said, satisfied with my compliance. "More time for instruction and extra credit will be to your benefit. Run directly here and we will discuss your daily class preparations. Tomorrow we will know if you are ready to take the journey."

"Thank you, Sir! I promise to do my best."

"Good girl! Now get dressed and scoot!"

Off I went with butterflies in my stomach. As the door closed, the fear was worse than ever, and the truth that the fear will always be a part of me reverberated. I don't even know how I'd possibly pay attention in class tomorrow. And I was forbidden from pleasuring myself after I'd been taken to the edge. The one thing that might give me relief right now was off limits on Instructor Mike's orders. I'd better obey. I'm not sure I'd like his punishments after feeling him pinch my cock head.

Tomorrow. The first day of my new life.

***At his home I'm sure Mike couldn't believe his luck. He found the perfect panty boy to mold into a lifelong aficionado for White Pipe. He had it all planned out and was going to enjoy himself along the way.***

Part 2

Now I Understand

I did some yoga to chill me out and then went to bed.  I knew I'd need a good night's sleep for what was to come.  Class actually took my mind off of things until the final bell when it all came crashing down in my mind.  I didn't control the fear, I just delayed it.  I threw on my running shorts and got moving.  A few blocks away from my destination my heart rate went way up and I felt like I was hyperventilating.  Basically running while having a panic attack.  The fear again.  Who can protect me?

I ring the bell and he answers quickly.  Seeing my frazzled state he sits me on the couch and whips up a quick lemonade.  Fingers run up and down my sweaty back as I drink it down and begin to settle.  

"Feeling better?  You looked a little woozy when I let you in."

"Sort of but I'm more afraid than ever."  I started trembling.

"That's because you don't have the missing pieces yet, while your old belief system is being shattered.  You're empty and you need to be filled.  Just hang on a little longer."

"OK what are my instructions, Instructor Mike?" I said with a wry smile trying to calm myself with humor.

"Since you enjoy being cute, I'll let you know where you stand right now.  You're sweaty and you need a shower.  As a matter of fact, so do I.  I think it's time for the lesson to begin.  Realization of purpose will calm you.  Stand up and strip."

Something clicked in me and I went on autopilot.  Instead of freaking out about it, I calmly removed my running shoes, socks, shirt, and shorts and stood there for inspection.  Instructor Mike stood up, his frame towering over me.  

"You have such a lean runner's body." He said as he walked around my slim figure.  Then he started running his hands over my globes and gently squeezing.  "Held on to a nice amount of junk in the trunk, though."  He stopped molesting my rear and walked around in front.  Suddenly my balls were being fondled aggressively.  

A hand was thrust under my nose…"Sniff!" 

I did as I was told.  It smelled like my sweaty balls after a run.  A pretty gentle odor.  He took a sniff himself.  

"Pathetic!" he mocked.  "This is why I put you in panties because you don't even smell like a male.  That could be pussy juice I'm sniffing.  So now that you've smelled your own weakness, it's time for you to experience a Real Man.  Get on your knees!"

I complied without hesitation.  I'd come this far, and I wanted to see it through.  I descended onto my knees and looked up for guidance.

"Excellent.  You're being such a good little aimee.  Now remove my pants and underwear for me."

I audibly gulped.  I went about my task carefully removing his pants with a little help.  Then came the moment that changed my life.  The realization of so much in so short a time.  As I approached his boxer-briefs, I could already smell something Powerful.  The closer I got, the more it filled my senses.  The Bulge visually enticed me with its volume and I had to resist the urge to run my hand over it.  Finally, I peeled down his underwear while on my knees in front of him and out flopped this incredibly well-defined hunk of Cockmeat.  I'd seen some porn before but seeing something on screen is totally different from when it's in front of your face, literally.   It never occurred to me that it could be like “that”.  So big and meaty.  It was fascinating.  

"Stick your face into my balls and breathe them in."

I inch closer to the alien organ.  Soft it is so much bigger than my own erection.  I shudder to think what it might look like when it's hard.  I reposition the musky rod with a hand and the warmth and power send a shudder through my fingers.  A sense of happiness and wonder fills me as I hold the powerful, though currently dormant, organ off to the side as my nose and lips approach the Hairy Bag.  

As instructed I began breathing through his balls as he pulled his shirt off and was totally naked.  At first I was overwhelmed, and the powerful scent made me dizzy.  He then gripped my head, rested some of his bodyweight on my face through his balls, and my heart skipped a beat.  I don't know why but it felt romantic to my naïve brain.  As if he's sharing his most intimate part with me.

As he lifted his heavy Sac off of my face, I got my emotions in check.  The smell was intoxicating and powerful.  I looked up at him and all of these confusing, submissive thoughts were flooding into me as he locked eyes with the weakling below him.  

"Kiss my Balls and thank them for the gift of Man Scent."

I stretched again to get my lips on the mighty Sac and gave it a really nice kiss.  I meant that kiss.

"Thank you Instructor Mike's Balls for the gift of your power and the honor of being in your presence.  I hope to be able to serve you in the future."

I can't believe what I was saying.  I inhale the essence of White Man Balls and I turn into a total slut?  I guess maybe there is such a thing as love at first whiff.  

"Good girl!  It's clear that you are starting your transformation.  Now that you have witnessed some of the differences between superior White Cock and whatever you call that worm between your legs, the effect is irreversible.  How do you feel?"

"I'm so confused right now.  I always thought I had a nice-sized cock.  I wanted to marry a girl someday and have kids.  Now I feel hopelessly inadequate next to that!" I said as I pointed to the Meat Monster between his legs.  I looked up at the Man, pleading for answers.

"I think it’s best to be honest with you at this point.  No you do not have a nice-sized cock.  You have a tiny cocklet that is an absolute joke.  It's one of the smallest cocks I've ever seen on a girl your age, and you should refer to it as a clitty, peepee, cocklet or dicklet going forward.  You'll never have a family without using artificial insemination.  Your shrimp dick wouldn't penetrate deep enough for that.  That's provided you'd find a woman weak and low value enough to allow you to mount them in the first place.  Lastly, you are correct that you are hopelessly inadequate.  Your penis is not a tool of power like mine.  It's a delicate flower petal."

My world was crashing around me.  My sense of self-identity was shattered as I instinctively felt the bump between my legs.  It's not what I thought it was.  I used to be proud of it, literally moments ago.  I dreamed of the day a girl would be with me, she'd see and exclaim how cute it was, and then lap it up like an ice cream cone.  What a delusional fool I had been.  No sane woman would do anything but laugh.  

"Now you understand," he declared.

"Now I understand," I replied in total dejection.

The crazy thing is that this all happened within minutes of my arrival.  It felt like an eternity had passed.  All of my notions about my place in the world we're changing rapidly.  When faced with the sight and smell of True Power, so much became clear.  My peepee shriveled even further at the thought.  I still have an entire session with the Man who just utterly emasculated me for life.  

"I know this is a lot to take in so quickly, aimee, but as they say sometimes it's best to rip the bandaid off.  I see you are a bit more relaxed now."

He was right.  Knowing that you can't compete means the game is already over.  I didn't have all of the answers yet, but I had the most important one.  No woman will be interested in my body or dicklet.  They aren't interested in figuring out how to please a peepee, they want to be owned by a real Cock.  My mind had already raced to the possibility of being similarly owned and it calmed me down.  I knew a Man to protect me was the ultimate answer.  Everything Instructor Mike told me made sense.  He wasn’t lying that I was going to walk out of here changed forever.

"I think so,” I replied blankly.  My mind was swimming and my eyes kept drifting down to his Massive Cock.  He smiled.

“While the difference between our sweat was an important learning experience, it’s time to wash it off and get prepared for your full day's coursework.  We have a lot to cover.  I’m an efficient teacher so let’s combine some lessons right now.  The shower is upstairs.  In most cases, your place is underneath, below, or behind a White Man.  One notable exception is on stairs or escalators so we can get a good look at your girly ass.  Proceed upstairs and the bathroom is first on the left.  I’ll be right behind you.”

“Yes, Sir.  I understand.”  But I didn’t understand.  All of these physical desires were still new to me, and I grew up thinking only women could be sex objects.  The realization that I was destined to be one as well left a million questions unanswered.  I got a hint of it at the gay bar but once again naivetee prevented me putting two and two together.  I thought it best to go with the flow and hope everything fell into place.  

We ventured slowly upstairs, both naked, up front the hairless and innocent waif, in back the beefy and hairy Man.  His forearm was the size of my thigh and I felt so vulnerable.  The fear returned as my exposed bottom swayed before his eyes.  Suddenly I felt an arm wrap around my waist, halting my progress.  Another hand gripped my left cheek and stretched it to the side as he positioned his soft but Powerful Cock near my rosebud.  He relaxed his grip so my globes were framing his Cock, and began caressing my left cheek while his other hand Dominantly held me in place.  

“Don’t be afraid,” he whispered in my ear.  “You are a brave little girl and I know you will make me proud.”

The mixture of the Dominant White Man smell still in my nostrils, the powerful meat pulsing between my buns, and the affirming feminizing comment calmed me down a bit as he released me and gently pushed me by my balls to coax me up the stairs.  My dicklet, as I’m quickly getting used to calling it, was getting aroused as we approached the bathroom.  He stood in front of the toilet as if to piss.

“Kneel down on my right side and lift the toilet seat.”  

I got down as ordered, so close to that amazing White Man Ball smell which would soon be sadly cleaned in the shower.  As I lifted the lid and looked up at him, I caught a whiff of those magical White balls and had to hold on to his tree trunk leg for balance as the effect overtook me again.

“Good.  Now reach your hand up, grip my cock, and aim it at the bowl.”

On my knees, my left arm reaching up, I wrapped my fingers from below around the soft but Meaty Cock and did my best to point it correctly from the odd angle.  I felt a powerful ripple through my hand and the stream came flowing like a waterfall.  He even pisses more like a Man than me.  Perhaps that was yet another lesson?

“Good girl,” he stated as the stream hit home in the center of the bowl.  As I knelt there, I felt droplets splash against my naked body and face as I watched but thought better of complaining.  We were about to shower anyway, but my initial reaction was revulsion.  The memory of the pinch of my peepee head was still fresh in my mind from yesterday, and I wanted to avoid punishments.

“Because you have a little toothpick dick,” he stated as his flow started to taper, “you probably just shake it around a bit to get the last drops out, but a Superior White Cock is different.  You’ll need to give a gentle squeeze from base to tip and then a little shake.  Then wipe the slit dry with your finger and flush.”

I slowly squeezed out the last drops as instructed and carefully shook.  As promised, a drop of pee glistened in his slit and I wiped it with my index finger.  As I reached over to flush, my face brushed against his cock which had grown a bit in size.  Maybe he enjoyed my hand on his cock?  The other guy seemed to like it before I chickened out but this organ felt so different.  The flushing action caused more toilet water droplets to hit me, but I tolerated it.  Instructor Mike did say that I would have to learn to tolerate some of the more demeaning desires of White Men, and in my very vulnerable mental state at the time, I knew to accept the parts I didn't enjoy.

He looked down at me and stroked my hair.  "That's a very good girl.  You will learn the importance and complexity of White Cock management as your instruction continues."

His hands went under my armpits and he effortlessly picked me up, turning my body to face him.  

"Let's get nice and clean.  Start the shower, adjust the temperature, and then start cleaning yourself thoroughly.  I will follow you in shortly."

I got it ready and jumped in.  The shower was opulent!  Marble with a heated bench on one side and 3 shower heads; an overhead one, one that sprayed water from the floor (not sure what that's about), and then a removable head.  Instructor Mike was clearly well off and was living the good life.  

I turned on the overhead shower and began washing my hair, face and body.  I cleaned my peepee thoroughly and let some hot water wash between my cheeks.  After washing my feet, I let Instructor Mike know that I was done.

"Good girl.  It's time for inspection."

Mike pulled the transparent door that he was ogling me through and stepped in.  I bravely turned to face him and looked up.  We were on the side of the shower near the bench outside of the water stream.  He stepped towards me, my bravery vanished, and I took an apprehensive step back, sandwiching me between the tile and his Superior White Body.  He began by sniffing my hair and face, then lifted my arms to smell my pits.  

"I watched you clean and you did fairly well, but you must learn to clean yourself like a proper lady."

Scared that I did something wrong and he'd hurt my peepee again, I quickly replied, "I'm sorry, Sir.  Please tell me what I did wrong so that I can improve."

"Since we've been focusing a lot on smell today, I will use that to demonstrate where you failed."  He rubbed my tiny sac aggressively, sniffed his fingers and then stuck them under my nose.  "Do you smell anything?"

I inhaled deeply and it smelled neutral and clean.  "I don't smell anything."

"Girls have to clean carefully up front.  The clitty area can have offensive smells.  You did very well cleaning there, but you neglected other important areas that we need to discuss.  Turn around, bend over, and put your hands on the bench."

Now I was getting scared again.  I did something wrong and I was about to find out what it was while in the most vulnerable position I could think of at the time.  Suddenly I felt a finger rub roughly over my taint and then up to my nose.

"Does that smell clean to you?!" He demanded.

It smelled of a gentle musk and there's no doubt I didn't clean thoroughly enough down there.  "No, Sir.  I apologize.  I guess I never thought of cleaning down there."

Suddenly I felt 2 fingers near my butthole and I tensed up.  One finger grinded roughly in between my cheeks while his pinky gently probed and twisted just inside my hole.  Both fingers were brought to my nostrils one at a time.  I sniffed the first finger and could clearly smell poop.  Then the second finger had me retching.  The poop smell was terrible and there were even some remnants on his finger.  I was absolutely mortified.

"Instructor Mike, clearly I have failed and I am so sorry.  Please guide me so I know how to be properly prepared for White Men."  The words just flowed out naturally.  That Ball scent definitely triggered something in me; it wasn’t just the fear of clitty punishment.

He turned me around and sat me on the warm bench.  I looked up at him as his flaccid Cock swung inches from my face as he washed his dirty fingers.

"Because you've been a good girl and you are still very young, I will be lenient and not punish you.  Aside from the 3 critical areas I highlighted, the rest of your body was cleaned perfectly.  Now you will have the honor of cleaning me from head to toe, and I'll tell you how to do it right.  Start with my hair."

Nothing unusual here.  He traded places and I grabbed the removable shower head.  I began shampooing, rinsing, conditioning, rinsing, using a beard wash on his beard and face, rinsing, conditioning the beard, rinsing.  I really liked this.  I felt like Instructor Mike was placing his trust in me and I enjoyed the responsibility, even if it seemed mundane at first.  

"Was that to your liking so far, Sir?"  I definitely channeled every servant I've seen in real life and in movies when I said that.  If I am to serve White Men and need to practice being servile in all things.  These thoughts occurred to me in the shower at that moment.  45 minutes ago I never would have said that or thought this way.  How quickly things change. 

"Yes aimee, so now soap up the shower poof and clean my body but save the pelvic region for last."

Instructor Mike stood up from the bench and I began scrubbing all areas between his neck and waist.  It reinforced how much larger he is than me when it took me so long to just get this part done.  I squatted till my eyes were at Cock level and scrubbed his hairy legs, then had him lift his feet one at a time for a thorough cleaning; I even got between the toes.  

"Well done so far.  You can put the shower poof away as the remaining areas don't respond well to anything abrasive.  Instead, soap up your hands and use the side of one of them to clean my taint, ass, and the outside of my hole."

I started to rub gently but he said I could be far more vigorous.  I really scrubbed well and he looked and smelled completely clean.  

"Excellent!  Now soap up a finger and carefully clean the inner walls of my asshole after inserting it slowly."

Ok this is getting weird.  What purpose does it serve to have such a clean butthole inside?  Maybe the smell is noticeable if that's not done?  Does that mean I smell bad all the time?  I'm guessing no as most people don't go through this diligent a routine.  There must be some other purpose but what is it?  

Once again I obeyed and cleaned out his hole.  Thankfully it was mostly clean already.  I was done soaping him up and now he just needed to rinse.  I kicked on all of the shower heads and Mike stepped into the converging streams.  

“Clean your finger thoroughly and then wash all of the soap from my body.”

I did so and then reached up to his high shoulders to start wiping off the soap lather.  He moved his arms and body around to accommodate my duties.  He even stood over the floor stream so that I could rinse his undercarriage properly.  So much powerful flesh, so much muscle, so much hair.  I yearned to feel his moist White Cock again and knew that moment would come soon.  

“You are a natural.  A thorough and well-done job.  You have earned a gold star already.”

I was beaming at him with the knowledge that I pleased a White Man for the first time.  Sure I got some compliments whenever I danced with a guy at the bar, but this was certainly different and I felt proud of myself for what I had done.

“In my class, a gold star translates into an act of submission that you will certainly enjoy, but first let’s see how well you did with your shower duties.  Sit Indian-style on the floor outside the water stream with your hands flat on the floor, and your back and head against the wall then close your eyes.”

My trust in Instructor Mike was building rapidly.  While the peepee punishment clearly put me in the right mindset of obedience, the praise allowed me to enjoy it and connect the act of serving White Men with deep feelings of pleasure.  My mind started screaming at me to do whatever he wanted.  Mike was clearly a good teacher.  I assumed the desired position and closed my eyes.

Suddenly I felt flesh and weight pushing my head into the wall.  Something hairy was pressed against my nose but I had no idea what it was.

“Sniff it, girl!”

I breathed in deeply through my nostrils and whatever it was smelled clean, though maybe a slight hint of musk.  

“Open your eyes!”

I opened them but actually couldn’t figure out where I was at first.  It was dark and flesh surrounded my face.  Suddenly he pulled away and I realized that’s because it had been buried between his ass cheeks and I was sniffing his hole.  

“Smells clean?” he asked as he turned and dangled his Cock in front of my face.

“Yes, Sir,” I said looking up from the floor.  “Though there is a slight musky odor.  Maybe I need to do better.”  

“That’s normal, aimee.  Other techniques are required to truly clean out a hole, but there is no such need and generally no desire by White Men to be so thoroughly cleansed.  You, on the other hand, will learn those techniques to use on yourself.”

“Why do I need to be cleaned so thoroughly but not White Men?” I questioned.  I realized his White Cock and my clitty were from 2 different worlds, but nothing seemed unusual about his rear hole.  

“A training session for another day will explain this, but one step at a time, girl.  Are you ready to receive your gold star?” He smiled as he looked down at me.

“Yes, Instructor Mike!” I smiled back at him.

“Hold that pretty smile, breathe in once, exhale completely, and then close your eyes again.”

My trust in this Man continued to expand.  I was learning so much so quickly and Mike seemed like he genuinely liked me.  As I smiled up at him I exhaled and waited.  Once again, I felt flesh press against my face but this time it was more familiar, though sopping wet.  My smile grew as I waited for permission to breathe again, knowing that this amazing drug would be flowing through my system again soon.  I was starting to get a little light-headed as he waited a full 20 seconds.

“Inhale deeply through your nose,” he ordered.

Starving a bit for air, I breathed in hard and it hit me like a thunderbolt.  The Sac was greasy with a mix of sweat and the hot water that had run down his body.  The humid odor permeated my nostrils and back of my throat on its way down to my lungs.  The power of White Man Balls filled me with more feelings than I could comprehend.  Confusion, love, passion, adoration, subservience, and a million visions of my future.

“Thank you, Instructor Mike,” I said muffled by the mighty Sac that covered most of my face.

“Good girls get good rewards,” he stated as his wet bag was peeled from my face.  The intoxicating smell bathed me as I drifted into my own mind, feeling a mix of bliss, confusing girly thoughts and most importantly a sense of safety and protection.  

“I wanted you to enjoy my Man scent before you washed it off.  What do you think of your gold star?”

“It was incredible and my mind is spinning, Sir,” I replied as I snapped out of the trance caused by Dominant White Man Balls.

“Looks like your peepee is quickly growing into a little dicklet,” he stated as my clitty hardened.  “Do you promise to be the best little girl you can be for me for the rest of this session?”

In my current mental state, my answer was obvious.  I was being sexually imprinted and was putty in Instructor Mike’s hands.

“Yes, Instructor Mike.  I promise to listen, obey and be so good for you.  Just tell me what to do.”

“Good girl.  Now pay attention and I will explain the proper procedure for cleaning a White Cock in the shower.  The first step is a soap-free pre-wash.  Cup your hands to collect water and then bathe my Cock and Balls all over for about 30 seconds.”

As I dutifully washed his Magnificent Meat, he started to get aroused.  Holy crap it’s getting big!

“Now soap up your hands and repeat the procedure.”

I started washing his balls all over.  I never imagined such a procedure could require so many passes, but my tiny hands couldn’t even cover the surface area of his sac.  When I wash myself there, I just need 3 up and down passes over my mound and berries and they are clean.  This was gonna entail far more, and I was fascinated throughout.  

“That’s a good little Ball washer.  Now start cleaning every inch of my Cock.  You might find a few more inches to clean by the time you finish,” he chuckled.  

He wasn’t lying.  I’m sure my eyes were as wide as saucers as this thick Sausage was turning into a Pole.  Once again I felt that electricity in my hands as I used them both to stroke soap up and down up the powerful, Throbbing Flesh.  It was bigger and definitely stronger than my right bicep.  I stroked up and down for about 30 seconds, the huge Piss Slit staring me in the face as I did so.

“Good girl, aimee.  You’ve cleaned your man fully.  Now wrap your hands around the middle of the Shaft as if you are praying, kiss the head of my Cock, and thank me for the opportunity to clean him.”

I prayed to his Cock as instructed, craned my neck, puckered my lips, and gave the head a nice kiss.  Suddenly the words came tumbling out.   “Thank you for allowing me the honor of cleaning your Cock and Balls, Instructor Mike.  I’m in awe of their Power.”  

Finally I really started relaxing.  The warm, humid air in the shower was soothing me, and these new experiences basking in the authority of a White Man started to click more comfortably into place in my mind.  

“Very good.  Now how do you think my Balls smell now?”

“I’m sure they smell perfectly clean.”

“I think another sniff is in order for you to find out.”

As I pressed my face to his mighty sac, he gently ran his fingers through my hair.  His touch felt so romantic and loving.  I breathed in slowly, and although they were definitely cleaner, I could still inhale his Essence.  It wasn’t soap, it wasn’t the sweat from before that I washed off.  Something about those Balls exuded such Power; the touch, smell and sight were overwhelming me still.  Suddenly, he picked me up again until I was standing with my back to the wall, clitty hard as a rock, as Mike pushed his body into mine.  I was feeling his Pole begin to poke into my chest as he ran his hands down my back to my ass.  His grip firmed around my globes and I found myself sliding up the wall and his Cock sliding down towards my dicklet until his eyes were staring deep into my soul.  Suspended in the air by this powerful White Man, his mushroom Cockhead pressing into my mound backed up by 8.5 inches of Raw Flesh, which I later found out was a monstrous 6.5 inches around.  

His left hand slipped underneath both cheeks and he was able to support my entire body with it as the pressure of his chest against mine started to take my breath away.  His right hand stroked my little head, then gripped my hair as he pulled me into my first ever real kiss.  He tilted my head slightly, pressed his lips to mine and then started exploring my mouth with his tongue.  His head was at least twice as big as mine and I felt completely under his power.  The Dominant Hand of the White Man positioning my little head, tongue probing my mouth, his massive chest almost suffocating my tiny frame against the tile, the other Dominant Hand of the White Man groping and supporting my pathetic body as his massive Girlfucker pulsed against my aroused clitty.

The kiss lingered for a minute as alien sensations consumed my body and mind.  How many more firsts awaited me in such a short time?

“You’re a very pretty girl,” he stated as he broke the kiss and lowered me back down to my feet.  I looked up at him and smiled.  Young, naive, and falling in love on my first kiss.  To be fair, Instructor Mike was doing everything right to manipulate me into these feelings.  This wasn’t his first little asian girl, and he knows how to properly train one.  I couldn’t have been happier than at that moment.

“Did you obey me and refrain from touching your clitty?”

“Yes, Sir.  It was difficult after you took me to the edge but I wanted you to be happy with me.”

“That’s a feminine tendency and I’m glad to see that it outweighed any scraps of masculinity that you were granted with your limp dicked genes.  Soon you’ll be able to push all of that away and embrace the new you.  Maybe another gold star is in order; what do you think?”

“Only if Instructor Mike believes I am worthy”

“Correct.  What your White Master thinks is all that matters.  You’ve almost earned another prize.  Finish cleaning yourself properly and then come back here.  Do as you're told and good things will come your way.”    

I moved to the other end of the shower and started the floor faucet.  Like a bidet, warm water started shooting straight up.  I soaped up my hands and cleaned my undercarriage and in between my cheeks.  Finally, I began pushing a lathered finger into my hole.  It was way tighter than Mike’s but eventually I got my little index up there and started cleaning my inner ring and walls as best as I could reach.  I was a little more thorough as Mike mentioned that asians need sparkling clean holes with no odor while White Men don’t.  I still didn’t understand at all.  The concept of a cock going into my ass was literally alien to me at that age, let alone a powerful White Cock.  I thought sex with women was my peepee going in their vagina while with Men it was touching and rubbing all over.  I would eventually learn how off-base I was, but for now I was a clueless Indian-American boy being feminized nude in the shower of a superior White Man.  

Mike seemed satisfied with my cleansing so I shut off the floor faucet and walked back to face him.  He stroked my cheek and gave me another deep kiss that felt like an eternity.  I then felt his powerful hands around my torso as he turned me around.

“Put your hands against the wall, and spread your legs,” he ordered.  “You can writhe your body around, but your hands and feet must remain exactly where they are at all times, or your gold star will turn into a severe punishment.  Do you understand?”

“Yes, Instructor Mike,” I replied as I once again assumed a position of submission and vulnerability.  My cheeks were parted by his hands and I soon felt his rock hard Cock twisting slowly against my hole.  He released my cheeks and moved his left hand to my mouth and right hand to my hard dicklet.  At first it softened up a bit from the memory of yesterday’s peepee pinch as his left index and middle fingers traced my lips before being inserted in my mouth.  

He nibbled on my neck and ear and then whispered, “Suck and run your tongue over my fingers.”

The distraction of his thick, powerful fingers in my mouth and the need to concentrate on my assignment allowed me to forget about the potential for peepee pain.  He pushed his digits in and out of my mouth as I sucked, licked around and in between them.  He then gently started to tickle my clitty bringing it back to its full dicklet size.  The rolling motion began again and I was in peepee heaven.  

My body started writhing around and he said to me, “Remember to keep those hands and feet planted.  You know the punishment for failure.”

“Yesh, Shir,” I mumbled over probing fingers.  He pulled me closer to him with both of his occupied hands so the back of my head was pressed against his chest and with a slight bend in his knees continued to allow positioning of his Huge White Cock against my hole.  It was slightly irritating to my anal flesh, but I had no fear there as I once again had no real concept of ass penetration.  

My cocklet head was being rolled expertly.  I was feeling so good but continued to concentrate on my hands, feet, and his fingers in my mouth.  I was sure to do what I thought was a good job sucking on them, and I even started wiggling my butt as I thought the friction against his Cock would feel nice for him.  In my mind, I was thinking about how girls react to gifts.  How they feel so good for being thought of and appreciated, and then return the favor with a gift of their own which I guessed was usually sex-related as they get older.  That’s how I felt now, though I didn’t yet know how to give him a similar gift, so I acted on instinct.  

I believe my instincts were good because he let out a low moan and growl.  His cocklet manipulations became more vigorous and I was getting close.  He was becoming more aggressive with my anus and mouth and my body felt like it was on a cloud.

“Are you ready to cum, little Aimee?”  He asked, slowing down a bit and planting some fear of a repeat from yesterday.

“Yeth, Inthructor Mike.  I’m thooooo clothe!”

“Beg me to finish off your puny cocklet!  Tell me what a horny girl you are!” He demanded as he maintained the same slower pace on my peepee.

“Pleathe, Thir!  I want to be a guhd guhrl for you.  I want to therve you.  Pleathe make my peepee djibble.”

His fingers started picking up speed and my writhing returned.  He could probably tell when I was cumming as my asshole started spasming against his Cock and I began sucking more greedily.  I practically screamed into his fingers as I dribbled out my peepee juice onto his hand.  

“Good girl!  Your clitty is all wet and almost back to its proper size.”  He removed the fingers from my mouth but before I could catch my breath they were replaced by the fingers of his other hand.  I noticed an odd taste and texture.  “Lick and suck my fingers clean.”

Oh my.  He’s feeding me my cocklet dribble.  I wasn’t crazy about it, but things were starting to come more into focus as Instructor Mike stated they would.  I felt the urge to repay any gift from him ten fold, and licked and swallowed the small amount of sticky cream.  He pulled the Magic Fingers from my mouth and I relaxed for a second before coming to my senses.

“Thank you for releasing my peepee juice, Instructor Mike.  I’ve never felt that good in my life.  I only hope that I made you feel good in some ways also.”  I chose not to ask what he enjoyed and what he didn’t.  I was fairly certain he would let me know over time how to please him.  All I knew was this unending desire to make him happy any way I could.

He then pulled his pulsating White Cock away from my puckered hole and pushed me towards the shower stream.  He rinsed and groped me all over, then quickly rinsed himself and turned off the shower.  

“You may now squat, kiss the head of my Cock, thank me for touching your tiny clitty, and thank my Cock and Balls for teaching you your place in the world.”

Down I went in a flash, looking up at the White Man I was falling for with a happy smile.  I placed my hands on the outsides of his muscular tree trunk legs and stroked them up and down slowly as my lips ached to obey his orders.  His Cock was softening but still fairly stiff and large.  My lips pressed directly on his piss slit, and I gave him a long peck.  

“Thank you, Sir.  Your powerful hands made my little peepee happier than it’s ever been.  And thank you to your magnificent Big White Cock and Balls for teaching me my true nature.  I understand now that I have a clitty, a dicklet, a cocklet, a peepee, and you have a real Man Cock.  I’m excited and eager to learn what this means for me and how I can serve a White Master like yourself.”  I’m aching to make this man happy.

“I’m so proud of my little aimee,” he looked down and said smiling.  He then reached his right hand down, placed it under my cheeks, and slowly inserted his much bigger middle finger into my tight hole.  I winced a bit but allowed the intrusion and then got used to it.  I started feeling pressure as he began lifting me from my squatting position and plunging deeper, stretching my little hole as he pulled till I was standing before him.  He then used that hand to guide me by my ass out of the shower and to the floor mat to dry off.  I felt so owned and controlled, but also very confused.  He was wiggling his finger around, getting my ass juice all over it.  Oh I hope I cleaned it well.

He pulled the finger up to his nose.  “Nice work!  I barely smell anything.”  He placed the fat digit under my nostrils, and while I could still smell a bit of my ass musk, it certainly wasn’t that bad at all.  This was a good thing because then he slowly slid that finger to my lips and said, “Clean it!”

Still somewhat high from my clitty dribble, I licked and sucked earnestly.  I tasted it at first but then it quickly just tasted like his clean finger.  

“And what do you say?”

“Thank you for letting me clean my stink off your finger.  I look forward to learning how to keep myself as clean as possible all over.”

“I’m very proud of you.  You’ve come so far so quickly.  I knew you would after we chatted online.  You see, we’ve met before many times.  I have trained many boys and girls at this Academy, and patterns begin emerging.  I know when a boy is ready for sex with Older White Men, I know when a boy needs to act like a girl but still retain his boy peepee, and I know when a boy needs surgery to become the girl she was born to be.  You are in good hands, and maybe if you please me enough you can be my girlfriend.”

I threw my arms around him and hugged with all of my miniscule might, resting my head on his chest.  “Thank you, Instructor Mike.”

He put his strong arms around me and hugged me back with his powerful body.

“You’re a very good little girl and I’m going to enjoy training you.  Your next lesson is that the manner in which you touch me, including hugs, is completely on my terms,” he said as he pushed me away gently and looked down into my innocent eyes.  “If I give you an affectionate hug, it will be because you earned it, and then you may enjoy the pleasures of my physical protection and manly chest.  For now, the proper way for you to thank me is on your knees, your hands clasped together in prayer with my Cock between them.  You may then plant 10 little kisses on my Big White Cockhead and Balls.  Because you have been so obedient, I am allowing you that honor instead of a single kiss to the Cockhead.  However, you may NOT use that opportunity to sniff my Balls as I don’t want you to use thanks as an excuse for a gift you may not have earned.  Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” I said as I lowered myself onto my knees before him, prayed to his Big White Cock, and then began planting kisses all over.  “I now understand the proper way to thank you, and though I may not understand why you desire it this way, the fact that you do is reason enough for me.”  This puppy love had me swooning and offering myself to this Man on a platter.  I somehow resisted the drug of Big White Hairy Man Balls as I finished delivering my submissive message of gratitude.  

With his Cock still resting on my lips as I strained my neck to look up at him, he lifted me up again by my armpits till I was standing and then possessively gripped my ass.

“The next door on the left as you exit is the ‘girls’ room’.  Here you will find a list of instructions that will change daily, so be sure to read them in full.  I’m going to head downstairs and make a drink.  I expect you down in 10 minutes at exactly 3 PM.  Chop, chop!” he said as he smacked my ass to coax me along.  

OMG!  It’s only 2:50?!  School got out at 2:00 and got here like 10 minutes later.  My whole world changed in only 40 minutes and this train was moving steadily along to the next stop.  

I enter the girls’ room and I’m so excited to read the note but first I’m taken aback by the decor.  It looks like a pre-teen girl motif with pink, hearts,and stuffed animals everywhere, but with posters on the wall with nude White Men groping all types of asian boys, sissies, and trans girls.  I took a moment to examine the White Cocks all over the wall, but knew that I’d better hurry.  The next lesson begins soon.  

***Downstairs as he mixed a couple of drinks, Mike was likely calling himself a hero of self-restraint for not plunging his Mushroom-Headed White Weapon into my tiny hole in the shower.  He was a pervert but he was not a rapist.  He was gonna take this slow till this little brown faggot was begging for Big White Cock Loads multiple times a day.  First though, he definitely needed relief after that total clit-boy emasculation session, but the question is will he use his new girl so quickly?  Is she ready?  Does he want to keep her innocence around a little longer?  Can he hold out any longer from taking it away?  2:55 PM.  He sips his bourbon on the rocks and waits patiently with a devilish grin on his face.***

Part 3

Is this Love?

I picked up the note and read carefully so as to not miss anything:

“Hello little aimee.  As the days go on, your instructions will become more complex but today we will start simple.  You’ll notice the pretty pink panties and sundress that you wore for me yesterday on the bed.  Put those on, and then slide into the slippers at the foot of the bed before heading to the vanity.  Put on the blond pigtail wig, then put on the clip-on earrings I left there for you before grabbing your doggy bed and coming downstairs.  Place the doggy bed at the foot of my recliner, have a seat, and announce yourself.  I will join you shortly after.”

Seems simple enough.  I quickly slipped on the panties, which easily covered my spent dicklet, and then threw on the sundress.  The slippers were a nice touch as I’m a waif and often cold, especially in skimpy clothing.  I took a closer look at them and they said QT and Pie…cute!  The wig had an adhesive and took a few tries to get on correctly.  The earrings were far more simple to put on as I checked myself in the mirror.  I looked sexy!  Like a pretty girl.  I scampered downstairs at 2:59, set up the bed and then announced, “Instructor Mike, I am prepared and in position.”

As I sat on the demeaning doggy bed, I took stock of who and what I was becoming.  The frilly panties felt amazing, and I looked cute, but my masculinity was still rebelling against this new reality.  It was a tug of war between my old hopes and dreams and the epiphany of White Cock Superiority, coupled with confusing feelings for Instructor Mike.  The fear and uncertainty was creeping back in.  I guess such a rapid change can lead to an equally rapid response pushing me back.

Mike walked into the living room carrying 2 different colored drinks.  His hair was a bit tussled after the shower and that along with his beard made me stare at him longingly.  He was wearing blue silk pajamas and I could see his Big White Cock flopping around in them as he walked over.  The Cock hole in the pajamas was open and I caught glimpses of it as he got close and sat down, putting the drinks on a side table.  I turned to face him sitting Indian-style, my panties visible to him with my hiked up dress.

“Instructor Mike, I would like to thank you if it is permitted.”

“By all means.  If you feel the need to thank a White Man, you have correctly asked for permission.  Pull off my pajama bottoms and proceed.”

As I reached my hands over to his waistband, he lifted up a bit and I then removed his bottoms completely as he slid his slippers to one side.  I sensed the nearness of his Tremendous Cock, reached over as he pulled his shirt up a bit to give me full access, and prayed to it as it deserved.  I resisted the urge to sniff and then planted my 10 allowed kisses all over his Big White Cock and Balls.

“Thank you for thinking of me with the slippers to help keep me warm while still showing off my body for you, Instructor Mike.  They are so cute!”  I resumed my position on the doggy bed.

“My pretty little aimee is looking very cute in her outfit.  A bad Dom only takes and never gives.  I saw that your slim body was chilly yesterday, so I was sure to buy something to help keep you warm.  When you are with a White Man, remember that it is his right to use you for pleasure however and whenever he desires.  However, if he is not bringing you happiness as well then you have the right to walk away.  No relationship or encounter results in a 50-50 split.  In general, the larger Man utilizes the smaller and weaker boys and girls to tame the Dominant animal brain within.  When those drives are sufficiently satiated, a small reward may be in order if the Man feels the boy/girl has performed well.”

“Thank you for explaining that, Sir!  It felt really nice to receive such a nice present.  So much is happening so quickly that I don’t know what to say or do.”  As I said this it was hard to maintain eye contact as I wanted to stare again at his Magnificent Meat, but I restrained myself and focused.

“Sir never has that problem, which is why He is here to guide confused little ones like you.  I will say that I am very impressed with both your intelligence and obedience.  You will make a wonderfully servile little sissy.”

He patted and stroked my head with one hand as he took a sip of his drink with the other.  He was right, of course.  I was very intelligent and listened carefully to Sir’s orders.  Coupled with the fact that my enthusiasm stemming from my sponge-like desire to learn about sex made me the perfect “student.”  I can see why Mike enjoys this so much and why I am not the first teenager on the doggy bed.  

“Have you ever drank alcohol before, little aimee?,” he asked as he looked down at me commandingly while adjusting his Cock, forcing me to steal a glance.

“I tried a Budweiser once, Sir, but I didn’t like the taste.”

He pulled his hand from possessively stroking my head and handed me the other drink which was a clear liquid with ice and a lime on the rim.  “This is a vodka tonic with lime.  Try it.  I made it weak for you since you’re a lightweight in every sense of the word.”

As I took a sip from the pink straw I felt a little burn as it went down, but it was much better than the beer.

“I thought you’d like that.  We call that a chick drink which suits your girly figure so you don’t get sloppy drunk.  Much lower alcohol content than my bourbon on the rocks.”  He waved it in front of my face and my eyes burned.  He laughed and said, “Leave the Man drinks to the Men.  So what kind of drinks do you like and why, little aimee?,” he asked snarkily.

“I like chick drinks, Sir.  My girly figure makes Man drinks out of the question for me.  Thank you for introducing me to it.  I like it very much!”  I did and started drinking it down a bit faster.

“Good girl, aimee.  I wanted to give you a little alcohol to loosen you up for the next lesson, but as you’ve come to find out, the lesson never ends.  Finish your drink and then give me a nice foot massage.”

I downed the drink which, as promised, only got me a little buzzed.  Sir took the glass from me, pointed at his feet and said, “Proceed!”

I pulled his left foot into my lap and began massaging as well as my weak little fingers could manage.  He was halfway finished with his bourbon, looking down at me at giving me pointers on how to work his feet better.  When I felt I couldn’t do any more on both size 12s, I gave each foot a kiss and then looked up for further instructions.

“Not bad but you need to strengthen those weak fingers of yours.  You will get ample practice and will get stronger.  Your physical training will all be geared towards sculpting your body in all the ways necessary to please White Men.  You will now thank your Instructor for the honor of massaging his feet.”

I repositioned myself on my knees and performed my White Cock prayer happily.  The alcohol must have been hitting me a bit because on my tenth kiss I briefly ran my tongue over Sir’s magnificent Mushroom Head and smiled.  The grin he returned said it all.

“That’s my girl,” he said a bit breathlessly as his Powerful Cock thickened a bit in my hands from that final slurp.  Sir downed the rest of his bourbon and handed me the glass.  “Go wash the glasses and put them in the dish drainer and then resume your position.  As time goes on you will learn how to perfectly pose in numerous ways for me.”

As I stood up and collected the second glass, Instructor Mike began feeling my bottom through the panties.  I was startled at first as I’m still not used to being touched in my private areas without warning, but got accustomed to it and it started to feel nice.  He smacked my ass and motioned with his eyes to get on with the job.

The kitchen was a beautiful early 90s modern style and quite large.  I took care of the glasses as ordered and glanced around.  A couple of sissy porno mags were on the island (one was called Transsexuals and the other was called Boy Power, as I recall).  It was 1992 and even then those magazines looked old and well worn.  I’m sure Instructor Mike was happy to have the real thing complying with his orders, ready to sit at his feet once again.

As I walked back to the more reservedly decorated den area, Sir Mike had put his pajamas and slippers back on and was reading the newspaper.  He didn’t acknowledge me as I sat down Indian-style once again.  I looked up at the newspaper and started reading the back of it as I waited for instructions (the fallout after Clinton vs Bush was in full swing).  Mike turned the page and continued to ignore me and I started getting antsy.  I shifted my weight a few times to remain comfortable but otherwise maintained my subservient position and obedient silence for fear of another punishment.  Later in life I learned that I respond very well to rewards/affirmations as opposed to punishments, something Instructor Mike picked up on quickly with me.  He enjoyed finding the right way to conquer me completely without resorting to punishment, pain or sadism…aside from the peepee pinch on the first day.  

Mike put down the paper and picked up the phone on the end table.  I guess he read something useful because he called his stock broker telling him to sell his shares in something and buy something else.  After he hung up, he folded up the newspaper and put it aside.

“Getting a little impatient?” he asked

“Yes, Sir,” I replied.  “There are so many thoughts swimming through my head right now and I feel very nervous.”

“All part of your training, little girl.  I have a feeling that phone call is gonna make me a nice sum of money which is more important to me than attending to my sub at the moment.”

“Sub?” I asked not knowing what he meant.

“It’s another way of describing a boy who licked his own ass juice off my finger and has prayed to my White Cock several times today.  It means submissive which is the opposite of Dominant.  White Men like myself Dominate tiny submissive asian boys and girls like yourself.  It’s the natural order of the world.  Have you ever seen a woman hanging on lovingly to the strong arm of a Man as they walk down the street?  That woman may have felt independent, strong, successful, etc. before she met that Man.  Once he Dicked her down with his Pole she was converted into a sexually servile creature.  You will understand soon; you are very close.”

Committed to follow through and embrace all of these new sensations and feelings I was being introduced to, I responded meekly, “Thank you for explaining, Sir.  I will listen and obey.  May I thank Instructor Mike properly?”

“You will but it’s time to adjust your White Cock prayer ritual to suit my current desires.  Is my little brown sissy ready for her next lesson in pleasuring Powerful White Cock?”

“Instructor Mike, your little brown sissy is ready,” I said eagerly, but with shameful thoughts in the back of my mind for debasing myself.

“First off, you’ve earned another gold star for being honest, compliant, and enthusiastic thus far.  I will incorporate your reward into your prayer ritual.  Stand up.”

As I lifted myself from the doggy bed, Sir Mike stood up as well and looked down at His new sissy.  I didn’t understand Instructor Mike’s demeanor at the time, but I can easily recognize it as a result of powerful lustful drives.  

“Good girl.  You look so pretty, especially with those girlish pigtails.  Remove my top and then get on your knees and remove my bottoms with your face 3 inches from my Thickening White Cock.”

I was getting a little giddy with anticipation.  What’s the new ritual and what reward will I receive?  Sir Mike is so tall I had to get on my tippy toes to get his top off as he removed his slippers.  I then descended to my position of servility and started pulling down his bottoms.  Suddenly, the side of my cheek was slapped somewhat hard by his Powerful White Pole, causing me to wince for a second.  He chuckled as I received my first ever Cockslap with literally a pound of Semi-Erect Cockmeat, but I continued my task until he was hovering over me naked with this Huge Weapon resting on my shoulder.  My eyes drifted up to meet his as I waited expectantly.  

Without moving his body, Sir Mike began flexing his Tool over and over again so that it slid up and down the side of my face.  “Position your sissy body for prayer, grasp the God Cock as you have been taught, press your lips gently against Sir’s Cockhead, make eye contact with me, and then express your gratefulness for the position you are in.”

I happily did as I was told and felt a rush as my lips pressed against that Maginificent Cockhead once more and I looked into his Germanic blue eyes.  “Thank you Instructor Mike for continuing to teach me my true nature as a subservient sissy and I hope I please Sir enough to remain in His good graces.”  

“Sir Mike is very pleased, little aimee.  Slowly slide your nose down the base of my Shaft, bury it in my Sac, and then you may breathe in and out for 10 seconds.  Give each Plum a kiss and then slowly slide back till your lips are worshiping my Cockhead again.”

With his Cockslit against my upper lip I smiled in anticipation as I slid my little nose over his sensitive Frenulum, down the Neverending Shaft before I was consumed by his Superior White Balls again.  Each inhalation took me deeper into subspace until he knocked on the top of my head as if he was at a door.

“Time’s up, little one.”

I placed two tender kisses lasting a second each upon those Massive Balls, one of which on its own dwarfed both of my blueberries combined.  I was swooning both from the bit of vodka and the far more potent White Sac Essence.  His Engorging Cock twitched powerfully as the tip of my nose stimulated him on the way back up, until his Mushroom was against my lips and my eyes pleaded to Sir Mike for more instructions.

“Sexy aimee…so sexy,” he moaned with closed eyes before Dominantly locking with mine again.  “Is my sissy ready to grow up into a woman?”

I had no clue what this meant for me but hearing that I would become more adult in the process was exciting, so I simply replied, “I am here to serve Instructor Mike and be the best girl I can be for Him.”

“And serve me you will.  I will teach you about all of the places you will be expected to stimulate in assorted ways.  With practice and training you will become an endless source of pleasure to White Men, and they will protect you, keep your skinny body warm, and give you all the affection due a limp-dicked Ball sniffer like yourself.  For now, extensive mouth training is in order, focusing on your lips and tongue today.  Now you don’t quite have an adult-sized mouth yet but you will train while growing into your new skills.  You were given a very generous present in the shower when I got your little peepee dribbling.  Based on that, can you guess what your Instructor wants?”

“If Sir Mike would allow me to help Him dribble from his Beautiful Cock, it would be a great honor.”

“So we are clear, clitty boy, White Men with Powerful Cocks shoot; we don’t dribble.”  He pointed to his Semi-Erect Tool, “This is a Weapon and you are my target.  Anticipating your Sir’s needs is good, but remember that you are here to follow orders, not be proactive.  That said, you are correct and Sir needs his animalistic desires satiated.  Do exactly as you are told as I tell you to do it.  Inch your mouth forward and bring the entire Mushroom into your mouth with your tongue swirling to polish my Cockhead while reaching out further for my Frenulum at times.  Do NOT allow your teeth to touch my Cock at all!  Proceed!”

“As you command, Instructor Mike,” I replied obediently.  The Bulbous Head alone seemed bigger than my entire package, and my mouth for the matter.  As my lips slid around the Head further until fully wrapped around the base, a million thoughts were flooding my mind at once.

Velvety, Silky, Spongy Cockhead.  Hardening Powerful White Shaft.  Mighty Swinging Balls.  Overwhelming White Man Scent.  Sissy mouth stretched.  Keep teeth away.  Huge Head resting on my tongue.  

I had no concept of a blowjob so this insertion was completely alien to me.  The fledgling web in the early 90s wasn’t the best place to see porn, and the most enticing things I found were some solo naked pics.  I began swirling my tongue around and keeping my eyes locked on him as best I could.  Sir Mike’s reaction told me that my first attempts to pleasure his Huge White Cock directly were going well.  It was now as hard and swollen as it was gonna get and it was intoxicating to pray to and lick.  

A unique flavor graced my tongue which I later found out was Precum.  I continued swirling and teasing the Frenulum as Instructor Mike gripped my pigtails and pulled me back and forth a bit to give him the stimulation he desired.  I could feel my lips and tongue being dragged against the Mushroom with increasing vigor as I heard several moans above me.

This had been going on for a few minutes and my mouth started aching from being so open to accommodate the Girthy White Head.  My tongue was getting a bit tired as well and the quality of my worshiping actions diminished.

“You are making your Sir very happy, but you must work hard to please a White Cock.  Redouble your efforts until the job is done and don’t slack!”

“Yeth, Thir.  Sowwy, Thir,” I mumbled as I “sucked it up” and focused on pleasing that Powerful Tool at all costs.  It was uncomfortable but seeing the pleasure in Sir’s face encouraged me to keep going strong.

“Take your prayer hands and start stroking them back and forth between your sissy lips and my Giant Balls.”

I did as I was told and Sir began writhing a bit, clearly reaching a very high level of pleasure.  

“Increase the speed and pressure of everything you are doing as I get close.  Good!  Faster!  Work that Frenulum!”

I could sense he was almost there and I was starting to really enjoy the experience with my recently spent clitty getting aroused again.  He gripped my pigtails so tight I thought the wig would come off.  

“I told you earlier that your future will come more and more into focus as each moment passes with Sir.  You told me in chat that you barely see your dad and that is obvious after what I have observed so far.  You are learning so much so fast because you have a mostly absent dad and not a Daddy to guide you into adulthood.  You are about to be Baptized into the Church of White Cock.  Here it comes, little aimee!  Read this over and over again!”

He held a little note in front of me that read, “Baptize me with your Superior White Cum, Daddy!”

“Vafies me vif yuh suferiuh Whye Cum, Thathy!” I struggled to say as the climax approached.  I repeated it 4 times before he tossed the note, pulled away, grabbed his Pulsating Cock, and began stroking it inches from my face.  

“Say it again!!!” He demanded aggressively.

“Baptize me with your Superior White Cum, Daddy!!!”

As I finished the sentence, I suddenly learned what he meant by his Cock “shooting”.  Rope after Rope of White Man Cum splattered all over my face and hair.  It stung both my eyes, nostrils, and some landed on my tongue which gave me a surprising bleach flavor.  My eyes were now shut as he held me in place with one arm and smeared his White Man Seed all over my face with his still Turgid Cock.  After a few minutes he softened a bit and released me.

“Now that you have been Baptized in White Man Seed, you have graduated to the next level of instruction.  You’ve been a compliant little sissy and your reward is a new honorific that you may now use to refer to Sir.  As you may have guessed, the honorific is Daddy and you will learn the right times to use each one when appropriate.  You may now thank your Daddy for the gift of this new honorific but do so using the new method I just taught you, and keep your eyes closed.”

I could sense the aggressiveness of Instructor Mike subside as he enjoyed the sight of his White Man Cum-covered sub sissy, basking in post-orgasmic pleasure.  Using his voice as a guide I reached out to find the Slick Member and began praying.

“Thank you for Baptizing me in your Magnificent White Daddy Cum, Sir.  It’s an honor and privilege to refer to Sir Mike as Daddy.”  

I meant every word of that.  Young people with daddy issues need a real Daddy to help guide them, not an absent dad I see a few hours a month my entire childhood.  The exchange of pleasure, the subspace, and the desire to please Daddy was powerful.  I moved my lips from his Cockhead and slid my nose down the still Semi-Hard Shaft to those Hard-Working Balls,  I gave each Plum a kiss before sliding back up and awaiting instructions.  I was not given permission to sniff his Drained Sac so I didn’t linger like the last time.  I think he was pleased with my attention to detail.  I was a straight-A student, after all…even if I clearly wasn’t straight :)

“Stand up and turn around!”

As I did, Sir Mike scooped up any remaining Cum Drippings still dangling from my face with his right, middle finger.  I felt my panties pushed aside and my globes being parted as that Cum-covered digit started teasing my hole.  He slowly slid the slimy finger all the way in until I was his puppet once again and felt myself being guided by his strong finger.  

“Let’s clean you up and get you home.  Keep your eyes closed and I will guide you upstairs to the shower.  Do you trust your Sir?”

“I absolutely do, Sir Mike.”

“Good girl.”

Sir Mike wiggled that finger around probingly as we ascended the stairs and entered the bathroom, stretching me slightly, but never aggressively.  I heard the shower kick on and warmth quickly filling the room.  It’s amazing how one’s other senses are enhanced when you take one away.  I was really experiencing the smell and texture of the Daddy Cum all over my face and was lost in the moment.

“Raise your arms and kick off your slippers,” Instructor Mike ordered more gently.  I guess taming the Beast between Daddy’s legs relaxed him.  After I complied I felt Sir move behind me and slide my panties down with his other hand while continuing to probe my hole and squeeze my cheeks.  After stepping out of them, Sir lifted off my sundress getting a little more Cum on it before tossing it aside.  I could feel my earrings removed and placed on the vanity, followed by a gentle peeling removal of the pigtail wig.  The Dominant White Hand directed me into the shower and Sir Mike started doing a first rinse of the Cum on my hair and face, with Daddy’s Cock bumping against me noticeably as he did so.  

“Wipe your face, turn around, and open your eyes.”

It took a few seconds to get used to the well-lit shower but I could finally see Daddy again and it made me very happy.  I smiled up at him lovingly and he returned a warm smile.

“Clean Sir’s finger while you shampoo your hair and wash your face more thoroughly.”

I felt the thick finger slowly recede and rise up to my lips as I began shampooing my hair.  The wig prevented most of the Cum from getting into it, but this was a Substantial Load and spread everywhere.  I parted my lips and Sir started plunging it all the way in, back and forth as I cleaned it with my tongue and lips.  The finger receded as I washed my face.

“Sit on the bench and rinse Daddy’s Cock and Balls till they are nice and clean.  You may then thank Daddy for today’s lesson.”

As I sat down his toned body approached in what would normally be an intimidating fashion, but I felt strong feelings of trust and cleaned his Incredible Package as it swung before me.  When I was satisfied the expansive region was clean, I assumed the now familiar prayer pose and planted my lips on that Magnificent Cockhead.

“Thank you for the incredible lessons today, Instructor Mike.  My mind is swimming but knowing I have a Strong Daddy to guide me is a great comfort.  I hope I did enough to make Sir Mike happy with his sissy.”  

After finishing the ritual motion along the Shaft and Balls, I returned to the Mighty Cockhead and waited.

Suddenly I was lifted off the bench by my armpits and pressed into the tile.

“Wrap your arms and legs around Daddy.”  As I did so, Daddy cupped and supported my weight with his hand under my ass, while his other hand pulled me in again for a long, deep kiss that hit me like a thunderbolt.  A kiss I’ve never forgotten.

As Sir Mike broke the kiss, he gently lowered me back to a standing position.

“The lesson is over for today.  Finish up, dry off, and then come right downstairs.  I’ll be waiting in the den.  You were an absolute angel today, aimee.”

“Thank you, Daddy,” I smiled back.  He dried himself quickly and went downstairs.  As I went to kneel at his feet he stopped me and patted the couch, motioning me to sit next to him.

I did as I was instructed and Sir Mike smiled down at me on the couch.  Once again I felt arms wrap around me as another electric kiss began.  It was pure bliss and was ready for whatever Daddy Mike asked of me next.

***aimee is one special little girl.  I can't help but feel a great affection for her.  Let's see how my feelings pan out.  Will I tire of this one like I do all the rest?  Maybe she is finally the one.***

Part 4

Becoming a Girl

Sadly, it was time to head back.  I had cleaned myself well in Instructor Mike’s shower, and when my mother came home she was none the wiser to my day’s lesson plan or psychological transition.  I went to bed with a smile on my face thinking of the amazing feeling when he made my little peepee dribble, but more so with the knowledge that I pleased my Sir and helped him shoot his Glorious White Man Cum all over his little sissy’s face.

I arose Friday morning immensely excited for the weekend to start so that I could serve Instructor Mike’s needs once again, and continue learning my place in the world.  I hadn’t seen my father in a week and Sir Mike was quickly becoming my new Daddy, filling me with feelings of love, affection, obedience, and a desire to please.  I barely paid attention in class, waiting anxiously for the final bell to ring to continue meeting my destiny; the real lesson plan I needed in my life right now.

The bell rang, I changed, and my mind was racing as fast as my legs towards the powerful demeanor, body and Magnificent White Cock of Instructor Mike.  I was dying to be aimee again and please my new Daddy, but another part of me resisted the act of submission.  I was rubberbanding between my old notions of a future with women, which would be near impossible it now seems, or becoming a sissy girl endlessly sought after by Superior White Men.  When I wasn’t in his presence, things were less clear.

As I approach the door it is slightly ajar and I hear Instructor Mike speaking on the phone about stocks.  I knock gently and push the door open and find him sitting on the recliner wearing a business suit and sipping a bourbon.  He ushers me in while still talking about the market and points to a wall in the foyer.  He attached a note that said “remove your shoes and socks” which I did immediately, as well as a poster for me to read titled “Submissive Sissy Faggot Positions” with pictures of shrimp dicklet asian sissies like me in slutty girl clothes assuming different poses each with descriptions and numbers:

1) SIT  *A relaxed position beneath Master to admire and serve him*

Sit with legs crossed, hands on knees, and back straight. Eyes should be cast down and closed.

2) KNEEL  *Master can admire sissy’s pretty form or use her mouth*

Kneel with legs together. Hands should be crossed behind you, back straight, chest out, eyes cast down and closed.

3) BEND  *Gives Master easy access to your boy pussy*

Stand with legs spread slightly. Knees should be locked and hands should be on ankles.  Eyes closed and free.

4) DOWN  *Master will have his way with you which you’ll be permitted to glimpse in your periphery*

Lie flat, face down, peepee pointing down. Legs should be spread wide with hands behind the back, eyes open and free

5) HANG  *White Ball Smell fills the nostrils of sissy as Master uses her mouth*

Lay flat, face up, head hanging over the edge.  Legs should be spread wide with hands behind the back, eyes closed and free

6) FOURS  *Another position for Master to admire and grope sissy’s faggot body*

Doggie style with elbows locked, palms on floor, and knees together. Head should be up, eyes cast down and closed.

7) PRESENT  *The position of deepest submission where Master will show sissy what it means to be a girl”

Doggie style, with head down, eyes cast down and closed.  Knees should be wide apart and palms should be flat to the surface and out in front.

8) SPREAD  *If you’re a good girl, Master may grope and pleasure your clitty*

Lay flat, face up, spread eagle.  Eyes closed and free.

9) INSPECT  *The final position is often the first one ordered where sissy will be examined and groped*

Stand with legs open wide, hands behind neck, chest out and eyes cast down and closed.

*You will learn to obey these commands verbally and nonverbally.  You will remain still, silent, and smiling in the desired position until ordered otherwise.  Master may knock on your head twice with his knuckles or Cock as a nonverbal command to both open or close your eyes and direct your gaze elsewhere if he so chooses.  Do not point your gaze in an unsanctioned direction after a position is ordered or you will be punished.  Good sissy faggots are rewarded.  Total trust, compliance, obedience, and attention to detail will yield the highest rewards.*

I studied it for a few minutes, especially thinking what HANG would be like with those Wonderful White Balls mashed roughly into my nose, and how I could be a good girl to get into the SPREAD position.  I looked over at Sir Mike who rested the phone on his shoulder, flashed 8 thick fingers, and then pointed to a spot for me to assume my INSPECT position.  Glancing back at the poster a few times, I then faced Instructor Mike and got it right before waiting patiently with eyes closed, still sweaty and panting from the run, wiggling my toes on the cold tile.  After a couple of minutes I heard him say, “Let me switch to the cordless” and he walked away to the kitchen, then returned, approaching me determinedly.  With my eyes closed for this long, my other senses were heightened and I could smell and feel Sir Mike’s Power as he neared.  The sound of the phone conversation got louder and I heard a beep.  “I muted the phone for a second.  Remain still and don’t make a sound.”

As Instructor Mike continued his chat, I complied with anticipation of what was to come next.  At first he was pacing around me for a few more minutes, likely feeling me up with his eyes.  Then, I gasped quietly as I suddenly felt his Powerful White Hand at the top of my ass, first sliding a bit up my shirt, and then down under my running shorts to grope my cheeks.  He kneaded them gently but firmly for a minute as he laughed with his colleague, treating me like the sissy toy that I am.  Two raps with the knuckle hit my forehead and I slowly opened my eyes, getting used to the light again.  Sir Mike placed his index finger in front of my lowered gaze, then brought it up till I was looking at him.  I smiled and he smiled back warmly.  He pointed to my shirt and shorts, motioning me to take them off as he discussed a weekend getaway in the Bahamas he wanted to plan.  

Now fully naked standing on a cold floor in front of a handsome and fully dressed White Man, I felt totally emasculated, especially knowing the Powerful Tool he had hiding in his slacks absolutely dwarfed my little peepee, and his chest which I was eye level with was wider than my shoulders.  The rubberbanding previously in my mind snapped right back to wanting to be a servile sissy for White Men.  Instructor Mike smiled again, likely mocking and savoring my pathetic form while getting turned on by the power he had over me and the delicious internal struggle he was fostering.  Sir Mike winked at me, squatted down, and flicked my left blueberry quite hard.  I winced in pain but held my tongue and position.  Sir Mike then looked up at me with a grin, held his finger out in a flicking position menacingly, and flicked the right berry even harder making me almost lose it.  I hated this so much.  I already had figured out that I wasn’t a pain slut, and so had Instructor Mike.  But clearly he was enjoying it and I wanted to be a good little girl for Daddy, who had my total trust and faith.  The call ended.

“You were a nicely obedient faggot sissy there as I assaulted your clitty berries.  We both know you don’t like pain, but a casual reminder from time to time of “your place” is both enjoyable for me, and necessary for you.  Solid performance in all areas will reduce my desire and need to administer these corrections.  Does the pussy boy faggot sissy understand?”

“Yes, Sir!  The pussy boy faggot sissy desires to develop into Instructor Mike’s obedient little girl and promises to do everything Sir asks with a smile, knowing that it makes Sir happy.”  I knew I was nothing; the competition was over.  It was time to become a girl.  I felt fortunate to have this guidance in my life finally, and knew as much as Instructor Mike that it’s what I needed most.  

“Very good, aimee.  You may relax now for a moment.”  I lowered my arms and narrowed my stance to get more comfortable.  “I really enjoyed our time together yesterday.  You made your Daddy very happy.  What did you enjoy best, my little aimee?”

“I had an amazing time as well, Daddy.  I enjoyed learning how to please Daddy, the new instructions which give me purpose, and being kissed by Daddy,” I blushed.

“Oh my little girl didn’t like it when Daddy made her clitty dribble?” He asked jokingly.

“That felt amazing too, Daddy, but I guess I was thinking more about being in your arms and pleasing you,” I responded honestly after thinking about it.

“That’s how good girls should be; always trying to make their Men happy in every dirty way possible in return for a strong embrace.  I’m sure that’s enough reward for sissy aimee in return for being allowed in Daddy’s presence, don’t you agree?” He said as he looked down sternly at me.

“Without question, Daddy!  I long to feel your embrace again, and so much more, but I will always defer to Daddy’s Will and trust that he will treat his sissy well.”  I meant every word of it.  I was groomed for more now.  He was my Daddy now, and the upcoming physical struggles with the sheer size of Daddy’s Massive White Cock would be pain, pleasure, and pride that I will remember forever.

“I think things will go very well between us, little aimee.  Time for us both to get cleaned up, but before we do that the girly faggot has earned a reward.  Remove my shoes and all of my clothes.  You may sniff, kiss and/or lick any area as you expose it.  You can smell what a Powerful White Man exudes after a day of success.  Proceed!” He ordered.

I moved my naked body closer towards him and began loosening his tie, and he took that opportunity to play with my ass some more, prompting me to moan and close my eyes a bit.  I folded the tie and placed it on the foyer bench before bending down to remove Daddy’s shoes and socks, giving his feet a long sniff and a kiss once complete.  I will say that the feet smell didn’t do much for me, and never did with anyone after.  To each their own.  I then rose up to remove his jacket, dutifully unbutton and remove his dress shirt, and then happily sniffed his armpits and kissed all over his Mighty White Chest.  

“Get my finger nice and wet so I can guide you to the shower properly.”

While I was unbuckling my Daddy’s belt, his thick middle finger began teasing my lips and I compliantly let them part to moisten his digit on my tongue.  As I began unbuttoning his pants, The soaked finger was removed from my mouth, I felt 4 dry fingers run slowly down my back to my cheeks, and the giant wet finger began teasing my little girl hole.  Now I had to squat to get his pants off, which would drive that finger deep inside, and also which I’m sure was his plan.  As I descended I felt the pressure but let it happen like a good girl.  My face was near the Magnificent White Cock as I lowered his pants to his ankles, and I didn’t have to sniff to already have my senses filled with White Man Balls Essence.  I swooned in my inferiority as the smell overtook me and the finger drove all the way into my bowels.  I got back on task and removed his pants one leg at a time till he pulled me back to standing position by my tight boy pussy.  I folded his pants as he wiggled his intruder around and stretched me, feeling uncomfortable but happy to be under Daddy’s Power.  I descended again and he bent forward with me till I was impaled on his finger with my face inches from his Powerful Package.  I couldn’t resist as I peeled his underwear down and gently buried my face in his balls, breathing deeply as I worked his underwear around his ankles.  The smell after a long day was so powerful and I was overtaken.  I got myself under control and assumed my prayer pose.

“Thank you, Daddy, for letting me experience the scent of your powerful White Man Balls after a long day’s work.  I am honored and awed to be in their presence.”  I was kissing his Giant Mushroom Head while saying this then began swirling my tongue around, before descending to kiss his Mighty Balls, and finally returning to my position with his Bulbous White Cockhead resting on my virginal lips, my eyes pleading for instructions.

“Obedient sissies deserve great rewards,” he said as he pulled me back to my feet away from the Stiffening Mass.  “Daddy wants his White Ball-drunk sissy girl to be happy being his little piece of fuckmeat.  Does the little fag like the sound of that?”

“Yes Sir.  This sissy girl is indeed drunk off the scent of your Powerful White Balls.  The fag will do whatever Sir asks happily and obediently.”  I finished folding Daddy’s underwear as I pledged myself to him.

“Close your eyes.  You must learn to trust me completely, while also learning how to be guided nonverbally.  It will become apparent to you and not a word will be said until we get to the bathroom.”

With one finger buried in my boy pussy and the remaining fingers of his right hand webbed around my ass cheeks, I felt myself nudged in a direction and proceeded walking with eyes closed.  Suddenly the finger pulled back and I stopped.  I was being guided like a horse or a dog, which a week ago would have been humiliating, but now I see as just another way to please Daddy.  He made a lifting motion which indicated to me that we were at the stairs.  I put my trust in Daddy and started climbing, finding the first step as I knew I would.  As we ascended my cheeks were squeezed like the toy they were to Sir Mike, until I finally felt a tug letting me know we were at the top.  Another firm nudge directed me towards the bathroom where I finally felt 2 knocks on my head.  

I opened my eyes and said, “I knew where we were going, but I had no sense we were going the right way.  I just had to trust you and it felt good to let go.”

“Exactly” He replied simply.  He slowly removed his finger from my now slightly stretched hole and moved it to the sink.

“Start warming up the shower and then wash your ass stink off of my finger.  We need to get you properly cleaned today for your lesson.”

I proceeded as instructed and thoroughly cleaned his finger in the sink, at the same time he was rummaging under the sink before producing a rubber device that looked like a tulip bulb.  He pulled off the top.

“Make the water lukewarm, fill this up, then screw the top back on.”  I did so and then looked at him expectantly.

“Back to an earlier lesson, I informed you that asian sissies need to have sparkling clean holes.  You will learn why soon enough, but for now we must give you what is called an enema.  This will clean you out so that Daddy can use your girly ass properly.”  I still didn’t have a notion of Daddy pounding my ass pussy with his Giant White Weapon and honestly the thought hadn’t occurred to me.  Something that big couldn’t possibly fit so it was inconceivable.  He applied some lubricant to the tip of the device.

“Sit on the toilet and slide the tip all the way up your fag hole.” He commanded as he handed the enema to me.  It went in easily after his finger had loosened me up.  He saw that I had gotten it all the way in and told me to squeeze.  The feeling was interesting.  A rush of warm fluid in my bowels swirling around.  I wasn’t halfway done yet and was starting to feel very full and uncomfortable.

“OK now remove the enema, push it out hard, and see how clean it was.  Repeat until it comes out clear.”  It took 3 cycles including having to fill up the enema again.  I dutifully cleaned out my rectum while Instructor Mike stood over me observing.  

“Sorry it took so long Instructor Mike, but it’s coming out clear now.”

“Good girl.  Is my little aimee ready for shower time with Daddy.  Is aimee ready to clean Daddy how she was taught?”

“Yes, Daddy.  Your little clitty girl can’t wait to make us both sparkling and fresh.”

I was motioned into the shower and proceeded to clean us both as I was taught, praying reverently to the Mighty White Cock at the end.  I cleaned myself thoroughly and was sure to use the undercarriage spray to finish the job the enema might have missed.  That huge finger came up to my lips again and I moistened it well knowing where it was going next.  This time Instructor Mike came from below, brushed my blueberries gently, and then gripped my cheeks before sliding in.  Once again I was his sissy puppet and was guided to the towel rack.  He continued probing as I toweled him off fully, collecting a nice sample of my ass juice on his finger.  

“Put it right in your mouth and clean it”  Now I was wishing I had done a fourth enema, but I knew I couldn’t be that bad.  The moment I opened my mouth he roughly began smearing it over my tongue, as I “fought back” by sucking on it even more vigorously.  It didn’t taste bad at all.  

“You see.  Now you are a clean little girl with a clean little pussy.  Daddy’s gonna take a break while Instructor Mike continues the lesson plan.  Head to the girl's bedroom and be downstairs by 3PM, sissy.  There’s a bit more to your instructions today so use your time well.  ”

Instructor Mike removed his finger from my mouth and I scampered off nude to the bedroom.  It was only 2:40 so I lingered for a moment taking in the surroundings.  The posters all had faggy limp dicked asian sissies, mostly sitting underneath a powerful White Man standing tall with his Giant White Cock hanging near their smiling faces.  I saw one with a sissy bent over and the White Master was behind him, but I wasn’t sure what was happening.  I had tasks to perform so I had to get to it and tore myself away from the captivating image.  I went over and picked up the note:

“It’s time you got more acquainted with your new room and made it your own aimee.  I imagine you like the decor already, but the drawers and closets are currently empty.  We’ll go shopping for some special outfits together in the future, but for now I took the liberty of picking up some things that should suit your girly figure.  We’re gonna do a little sissy fashion show while teaching you how to walk, talk, and think like a girl.  In the top left drawer of the vanity, you’ll find your first new outfit.  I think you’ll really enjoy pleasing Daddy by wearing it.  Put on the same pigtail wig, earrings, and your QT Pie slippers before grabbing your doggy bed and entering the SIT position at the foot of my recliner.”

I opened the drawer and pulled out a dark purple garment and matching panties.  I first put the panties on which were quite sheer in many places, but had nice coverage and fit perfectly.  I checked the tag on the mystery garment and saw it was from Victoria’s Secret and was called a babydoll.  I found what I assumed to be shoulder straps and finally figured out how to put it on.  Oh my was it comfortable and felt so sexy to be wearing.  It came halfway down my asscheeks and showed them off nicely.  As I admired myself in the mirror I saw that I had 7 minutes left, so I got all of my accessories in order, with the wig being much easier this time.  Now I looked really cute!  

As I went over to Daddy’s Chair, I took another minute to study the Positions poster so I would be prepared, if necessary.  I practiced a few before 3PM and then assumed SIT announcing myself.  

Instructor Mike yelled from the other room “eyes open and free” before walking in wearing an open bathrobe, swinging his Massive Meat, and carrying 2 suitcases.  What did he buy?!  He laid each one down to the left of his chair and then sat down.  

“You look very pretty, aimee.  Do you like your new outfit?”

“Very much so, Instructor Mike!  I like that it’s warm but shows my ass off for Daddy.”

“He’s going to enjoy seeing and groping you in it for sure.  Let’s work on your girly voice a bit now.  I want to hear a higher pitch with a more gentle demeanor.  Now be a good girl and open up the left suitcase.”  I did and was in sissy heaven.  Panties, bras, frilly socks, more babydolls, bikinis, sexy outfits, skirts, and skimpy tops.  I started running my hands over the fabric.

“Easy there, sissy.  You’ll get your chance soon enough.  Now open the other suitcase.”  This one had 4 pairs of shoes with assorted heel lengths, as well as some sandals, some different colored wigs, a few boxes which I assumed was more jewelry and other accessories, a makeup kit, and then some rubber and metal items that I was unfamiliar with.

I was beaming with happiness.  “Is this all for me?!” I exclaimed as I looked over at Instructor Mike, trying to say it like a cute girl would.

“Your Daddy and I are very pleased with your progress and enthusiasm.  This is sissy aimee’s justified reward.”

“I would love to be able to properly thank my Daddy right now, Instructor Mike.”  

“Hop onto the chair in Daddy’s lap” he said as his demeanor shifted slightly.  I’m starting to realize that when the lesson is on, Instructor Mike wants to be all business, but I think Daddy and I have feelings for each other and that’s hard for him to ignore.  I stood up and slithered into his lap in my sexy babydoll and skimpy panties.  He embraced me and gave me a long and deep kiss that took my breath away.

“You’re a lovely girl, but Daddy needs Instructor Mike to make aimee into the perfect little White Cock slut for him.  It’s time for the lesson to continue.” He said as his demeanor changed back.  “Remove the babydoll and panties, fold them neatly, and place them on the couch in one section.  You will be organizing everything there.  Items that don’t suit you will be stacked on the armrests.  Then goto the 2nd suitcase and grab the black bottle along with the small metal object with the ring.  Hand them to me and assume the BEND position with your tight little pussy facing me.”

I went about my business.  The babydoll and panties were stunning and were clearly going in the Like pile.  Since they were a matching set, I kept them together on a corner of the cushions.  After I handed the items to Instructor Mike, including the heavy steel object, he grabbed a couple of small towels from the end table as I bent over in front of him, exposed and a little afraid as I shut my eyes. 

“Good girl, aimee.  Now you’re gonna feel some pressure, but just try to relax.  This is called a butt plug and it’s a very small one.  It’s part of what we need to do to feminize you.  Once the plug is in, you’ll be wearing it like a good little sissy during your entire fashion show.  It has a circumference of 4 inches which is a bit larger than your pathetic dicklet for reference.  I’ve already opened you up a bit so it should go in pretty easy.”  Suddenly I felt the tip of the metal object spreading lube on my sissy hole before quickly pushing its way in.  It was almost feeling like too much when my boycunt sucked it in and it situated nicely.  It felt a bit weird at first but I got used to it.  

“SIT!” He ordered.  I was worried what sitting on this thing would feel like, but I assured the position precisely, and thankfully my ample backside gave me enough padding to sit comfortably.  Bless my girly ass.

“See, that wasn’t so bad.  Now let’s get this show on the road.  We want to find all of the outfits that will please Daddy.  Let’s start with the matching panty and bra sets only.  Proceed!”

As I bent over to grab the items from the suitcase, Instructor Mike began groping my cheeks and gently pulled on the plug handle a few times.  The first set was a bright green, and after putting it on, we both agreed that the color didn’t work for me.  Into the return pile it went.  We tried black, white and yellow next but it was the same problem.  Now I see why girls have so much trouble shopping!  The dark purple was a perfect look but I was hoping brighter colors would work on me as well.  Next we got to trusty pink and this did look good on me.  It was bright and pretty and I felt really cute in them.  It was weird putting on a bra with AA cups but wearing it made me feel like such a hot girl.  He seemed to like this outfit as well.

“Come here so Instructor Mike can grope you.”  I walked over gingerly as he stood up and started fondling me all over from above.  The panties felt so smooth and his hand lingered for a long time rubbing my ass through them.

“I think we have a winner.  They both fit and feel great.  Place that in the good pile.”  We went through 10 more sets of various colors and fabrics.  Some didn’t look good, some didn’t feel smooth to him when he was groping me, but we settled on 5 more sets that were perfect.  Next I stripped down and tried on all of the outdoor wear like bikinis, dresses, skirts, and tops and we went through the same process.  It was very important that my ass was showing properly but not too much in the skirts, so length was key.  Instructor Mike explained that skirts with no panties would be something I’d often wear in public, and the dresses were for more formal gatherings where I would have to be sexy but demure.  The tops were mostly tied off exposing my midriff and neckline.  The bathing suits were all skimpy thong bikinis except for one more modest one that we might need “just in case”.

We then tried on some more babydolls and settled on the ones with the perfect length to partially cover my ass.  I really liked the babydolls because they kept me pretty warm while leaving me fairly exposed as well.  Next were the sexy outfits which were my favorite.  They were often elaborate, and involved a lot of proper fitting so it took a few minutes for each.  The black and white french maid outfit with an ultra short skirt and no panties looked amazing on me.  Instructor Mike stated that it would be my outfit whenever house duties were required of me.  My favorite though was the asian schoolgirl outfit which went really well with my pigtails.  With our selections complete, Sir Mike ordered me to place the good items in an organized fashion back in the suitcase.  

“I think the little faggot likes her gifts and should thank Instructor Mike properly.”

“I love the gifts; thank you so much Instructor Mike!” I exclaimed in my feminine voice with my hands together like a cutesy asian schoolgirl.   Kneeling nude in front of the Daddy Chair and praying to Instructor Mike’s Powerful White Cock with a big smile on my face.

“Good sissy!  You’re dressing and talking like a girl, now it’s time to learn to walk like a girl.  Grab the brown shoes and put them on.  With no clothes on, I’ll be able to monitor how your ass moves and ensure you are walking correctly.  Remember to go heel-toe each step.”  I made my attempt and stumbled a few times as I started getting the hang of it.  After pacing back and forth about 10 times, I was able to tolerably walk around.  

“Better, but now you also need to take your steps one foot in front of the other.  This ensures that you ass sways in the way that will please your Daddy.  Practice until you get it right.”

It took a good 10 minutes of practice and my feet were starting to hurt a bit from the tight shoes, but I finally got the rhythm down.  I noticed each time I turned to face Instructor Mike as I walked down the sissy runway that he was enjoying my ass more and more.  

“Well done, girl.  Now switch to the next size up.”  After doing so, I immediately had problems again, but overcame them more quickly.  In a few short minutes, my ass was once again swaying hypnotically for Sir.  

“My little sissy is a natural.  Let’s try on the rest and then you can show me your room.”

We wrapped up with the wigs and other accessories, and figured out our keep pile.  Once again, I loaded them up, this time in the second suitcase.  Instructor Mike stood up and closed each suitcase before picking them up.  I reached for one to help but he stopped me.

“Daddy carries the heavy stuff.  Little girls sway their cute little butts in front of Daddy to please him.  Pick up your doggy bed and you can show me your room.  Hold it out in front of you so I get a good look at your ass as we head up.”

My cheeks swung lewdly before his eyes as we ascended.  He placed my suitcases on the bed and opened them up.  

“Nice room.  I love the posters.  You look very pretty with no clothes on aimee.  A delightful treat for Daddy to use over and over again.  Start organizing your clothes and accessories and then we’ll talk about the rest.”

I put all of the sexy clothes in the top drawers and on the most accessible hangers and the more reserved clothing farther back.  The 4 wigs we settled on I placed on a stand next to the vanity, and the jewelry, hair bands, scrunchees, and other accessories went on top for easy access.  It was really starting to look like a girl’s room as I placed the cute shoes in the closet.  

“All that remains are an array of items related to your sissy pussy.  You will place these lubricants and toys in your nightstand where every naughty girl keeps them.  The enema is under the bathroom sink for use each time you come over.  Finish organizing, then close up the suitcases and place them in the closet.

I started putting away all of the toys and some of them were huge and so thick.  Because of my ignorance I still didn’t quite understand these would go in my ass.  The concept of stretching that wide seemed impossible to me.  I would find out soon enough.  After completing the requested tasks I stood at attention in front of Instructor Mike, naked, vulnerable, but with purpose.  

“Very good, aimee.  Your Daddy and I are very pleased with your progress.  You’re gonna be such a good little fucktoy.  Going forward the door will always be open for you at 2PM.  You will enter, strip nude folding your clothes onto the bench, and then stand in the INSPECT position facing the wall until I’m ready.  You will then have your sissy hole enemas, you will bathe us, and then report to your room for your daily instructions and lesson plan.  Do you understand, faggot?”

“Yes, Instructor Mike.  The faggot understands and will perform her duties as she has been trained.  The sissy hopes to continue proving to Instructor Mike that she is worthy of being in Daddy’s presence.”

“That’s our obedient little sissy.  Remove your accessories and then come downstairs so Daddy can see you out.”

That got me excited.  Seeing Daddy before I left would cap off this magical day.  Daddy’s generosity was unexpected and wonderful, and I can’t wait to thank him in all the ways that will make him happy.  I ran downstairs and Daddy was dressed to go out as I stood there nude.  He looked at me and walked over as I stood there expectantly.  With his right hand, he gripped my ass cheeks and pulled me up and towards him.

“Wrap your arms and legs around me.” He growled as he supported my meager weight with his powerful arm.  I did so as he placed his other hand on the back of my head and pulled me in for a long, passionate kiss.  He was playing with my ass and stroking my hair, and I felt his Huge White Cock growing next to my puny brown peepee.  We both looked over at the time and it was getting late.

“Time for you to head home.  Before you go, I have one more present for you.”  He handed me a VHS tape.  “This has beginner makeup tips.  Watch it over the weekend so you can learn how to apply a tasteful amount of makeup.  You will have extra time on Monday in your bedroom to get properly ready for me.  Instructor Mike likes seeing pretty princesses in his class.  He likes groping and molesting them even more.  Are you excited to be my sissy faggot again on Monday?”

“So very excited, Daddy!  I don’t know how I’ll get through a whole weekend without you.”

“Unfortunately I have plans all weekend as I didn’t expect such a gift to fall into my lap.  However, if you can make yourself available in the future, your bedroom is waiting.”

“I could definitely make plans for next weekend, Daddy.  My parents are going away on Thursday morning and won’t be back till Monday while I’m at school, so I am available from Thursday after school until Monday morning.  I just need to go to school and do some homework.”

“All of those days should work.  I’ll let you know for sure next week.  And Daddy would be happy to help his little girl with her homework.”

He gave me one long kiss goodbye and sent me on my way.  I was going to hate this weekend because I wouldn’t be able to think about anything else.  

***This girl really is the perfect specimen.  We have a lesson plan to get through but graduation will occur next weekend and she’ll be all mine.***

Part 5

Homework

When I woke up Saturday morning, my little peepee was a rock hard tootsie roll.  I groggily recalled dreams of Daddy’s Throbbing White Cock brushing against my lips as I sat in my newly learned KNEEL position, looking up at the all that I wished to serve.  I guess my body was reacting.  I got up to use the bathroom and my girl hole felt a little weird when I did my business, probably because it was probed so much by Instructor Mike.  It wasn’t so bad, I finished my morning routine, threw on some running shorts and a t-shirt, and then worked up a sweat as I jogged into town.  

As I picked up speed for the final stretch, my soft clitty was gyrating loosely in my shorts as my little berry sac clung tightly to my body.  I slowed down near a department store and side-eyed some display mannequins in lingerie.  “I bet Daddy would love seeing me in that,” I thought to myself at a cute set in pink.  Wow, I really was becoming a girl, thinking constantly about how to please and serve Daddy and visually entice his Magnificent White Cock to always be hard for his puny little brown sissy.  I still had no concept of what being under the total command of Daddy’s Superior White Weapon would feel like, but my thoughts and emotions were laser focused on whatever I needed to do to keep him happy with me.

The run cleared my head and I decided to really hit the books hard.  I had been inattentive in my classes the last few days and was savvy enough to realize that would put me on my parents’ radar, which could jeopardize my ability to spend time with Instructor Mike.  I wanted nothing more now than to be Daddy’s girl, and passing the trials of his Instructor Mike persona was the prerequisite.  

It was a feat of mental control to not let my thoughts drift to Daddy, and for the first hour I failed miserably.  But then I began to imagine Daddy standing above me, his flaccid but still heavy White Meaty Masterpiece hanging inches from my face, both sternly cajoling me to get on with it.  I obey Daddy.  I obey Daddy’s Cock.  Obedience leads to wonderful rewards.  

I spent 6 hours catching up on everything with a smile and a purpose.  I also resolved to speak to all of my teachers and let them know I wanted a headstart on the upcoming weekend’s homework.  I wanted to surprise Daddy, even though he offered to help me, so that the only homework I will have starting Thursday night is from Instructor Mike’s lesson plan.  

Satisfied that I was caught up on school work and ready to engage properly in class once again, I excused myself after dinner and was ready to focus on my other assignment.  I ran my fingers over the VHS tape, thinking the lessons within would complete my transition into a femmy sissy toy.  How wrong I was as I was to learn later.  

I sat on my bed and watched the 90 minute tutorial earnestly, getting the basics on foundation, blush, lipstick, eyeshadow, eyelashes, and accessories.  I had no idea so much was involved and how intricate it all was.  I had a desire to go all out but remembered that Daddy prefers modest makeup, so I took notes on what should be a look that meets his desires.  The video ended, but as the credits were rolling and cut to another scene.  I recognized it as a space likely in Daddy’s house that I hadn’t seen yet; probably the basement.  I noted some exercise equipment as well as other furniture and items that I didn’t recognize.  Daddy sat nude on the edge of the bench press, his Dominant White Girlfucker hanging downwards, yet somehow possessing my soul even without even staring me in the face.  

“Now you are ready to be my pretty little princess to defile.  You’re gonna learn all types of naughty games to play with Daddy, and you’re gonna look like his little angel throughout the experience.  In a moment, I will instruct my sissy to stop the tape.  Get yourself ready for bed, and when you are good and tired, hit play again and Daddy will be with you all night.  Stop the tape now.”

I was eager to hear more of Daddy, but opted to follow instructions precisely.  An hour later I was in bed in my pajamas, reading a book and starting to get tired.  I hooked up some headphones to my VCR/TV combo, laid back, and pressed play.  Soothing music played and I drifted further.  Daddy began talking to me in my dreams.

Sissy

Clitty boy

Worship your White Daddy

Submit

Eyes Down

Obey

Pray to Daddy’s Massive White Cock

Girly voice always

Smiley and bubbly

Sissies are beneath Superior White Men

Sissies are obedient to White Men

White Men reward obedient sissies well

Smile through the pain

Smile through the tears

Smile through the humiliation

Sissy serves Daddy

Daddy is sissy’s world

Stay clean for Daddy

Dress cute for Daddy

Obey Daddy

Open Wide

Swallow

Breathe

Swallow

Good girl

Sniff Powerful White Balls

Sissy Heaven

Swallow White Essence

Humiliating reward

Happy sissy

Daddy tamed

Sissy cleans Daddy’s Superior White Cock

Good girl

I woke up the next morning with the headphones still on but the tape had ended and I didn’t quite remember what had happened after I hit play.  I felt quite rejuvenated though, and very sure of myself regarding my recent choices.  As each day passed my doubt was slipping away, and I felt more determined than ever to be Daddy’s obedient little girl.  No one in my life had ever filled me with such purpose, all while unlocking my budding sexuality.  In my mind, I now belonged to Daddy.

I checked my computer and saw a message 12 minutes prior from Instructor Mike:

“I hope the little clitty sissy slept well last night and enjoyed the surprise on the tape.  Your Daddy is having a good time over in Cape Cod but looks forward to seeing you soon.  Next week’s lesson plan will be quite vigorous such that you are fully prepared to be evaluated for ownership this Thursday thru Monday.  Wednesday will be your final class, and if you pass, I will provide you instructions to prepare for your Graduation Ceremony the next day.  After then, you will not see me again, but I expect you will make me proud being the well-trained, servile little sissy I molded for your Daddy.”

“I’m here, Instructor Mike”, I responded hoping to catch him before he logged off.

“I’ll be here for another 15 minutes.  Did you watch the tape?”

“I did, Instructor Mike.  Thank you for the surprise and instructions on how to use it.  I felt wonderful this morning without understanding why.  I’m also very excited to hear about Graduation, and very ready to learn and obey during class.  Thank you for being such an amazing teacher, Instructor Mike!  I hope I make you and Daddy proud!”

“You’ve been a very good girl so far, but things will get harder starting tomorrow.  Listen to the end of the tape again tonight as it will help you prepare.  What are your plans for today?”

“I finished my homework and was just gonna run a bit, and quite frankly, think.”

“A lot swimming through aimee’s little head right now.  Part of being a good submissive sissy is baring your thoughts completely to your Daddy.  When you are ready for your run, head downtown to the greeting card store and buy a diary.  Get a cute one that a girl would buy with pink hearts on it.  After you get home, title it “aimee’s sissy journey with Daddy” and start your first dated entry.  This is one of the few opportunities for sissy to express herself honestly and without any barriers.  It helps your Daddy know how to play his toy like a musical instrument, so she sings like a pretty little angel.  Does the faggot understand?”

“Yes, Instructor Mike.  The faggot sissy is ready to bare her thoughts completely to Daddy and will obey.  I will start on it immediately.  Thank you for the extra homework which I hope will please Daddy when he sees it.”

“Your smiling obedience as you hand it to him will be well received, I’m sure.  While you are downtown, head to the Gold’s Gym and go to the section where you see all the girls working out.  You’ll find the StairMaster there.  Start with 30 minutes today and then keep increasing the intensity and duration daily till you are doing level 10 for an hour.  Your Daddy wants to tighten up that cute girly ass of yours a bit.”

“Understood, Sir.  I will sculpt my body to suit Daddy’s desires.”

“We’re gonna frame that pussy nicely.  When you get to the gym, just give them your Daddy’s address.  They’ll give you a card and you can come and go as you please any time.  Those are your instructions for the day.  Does the shrimp-dick brown sissy have any questions?”

“No, Sir.  The shrimp-dick brown sissy will follow them all precisely.”

“Who does the faggot bow down to?”

“The faggot bows down to Superior White Men, Instructor Mike.”

“And how does a sissy thank her White Master?”

“By praying to his Tremendous White Cock, Sir.”

“Good girl.  Are you happy?”

“Happier than I have ever been, Instructor Mike.  Thank you again for all that you have done for this lowly sissy.  I promise to always do as I’m told and make Daddy happy at all times.”

“That’s our little aimee.  Time to sign off.  Till tomorrow.  And remember.  No touching that little peepee of yours.”

Chat Ended

Well my instructions were clear and I strode out of the room with a smile and a purpose.  I got my gym card and hit the StairMaster for 30 minutes at level 4.  It really worked my buns and I did some deep stretches after to loosen them up.  I was sweaty but just toweled off a bit and walked out.  I’m always too embarrassed to shower around other guys with my tiny cocklet, and even more so now that it’s been redefined as a girly clitty.  I didn’t have a strong scent anyway, as Instructor Mike proved on Day 2 of my new life.  

I walked into the card store and was not surprised to find the exact diary I envisioned covered in pink hearts with a little lock.  I got that and a few different colored cutesy pens with ponies and teddy bears on them.  I was ready to tell the clerk that they were for my little sister’s birthday, but he didn’t care and just rang me up.

After showering at home I got down to writing, first carefully drawing out the title expertly as this diary would be an important part of my life going forward.

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Sunday 12/6/1992

I love and trust Daddy completely.  Every day I feel more and more happy that I took the risk and met him.  I was so scared but Daddy knew how to put me at ease.  I hope to avoid anything that might make him hurt my peepee or berries, but accept that I must endure that from time to time as Daddy wills.  That is the only thing I fear right now.  

Everything else feels so right.  At first I clung to hopes and dreams of being a man, but being in the presence of Massive White Cock and feeling it’s Superior Power between my hands, lips and across my tongue, I now know without any shadow of a doubt that girlhood and total subservience are the roles for me in this world.  I am so grateful to be taught this, and to have the opportunity to serve such a handsome and Dominant White Man.  All of my energy is devoted to being the best I can be for Daddy.  I hope he loves me, too.  I hope I can be Daddy’s little girl forever.  I hope that I worship Daddy’s Powerful White Cock to his highest satisfaction every day.  I hope to be a good enough girl for Daddy to make my peepee dribble.  Daddy took my clitty to Heaven!  I’d do anything to feel those Giant Fingers roll my little nub again.  

I’m so nervous for this weekend.  I’ll be under Daddy’s command and must do everything he asks for 4 days!  At first I definitely appreciated a chance to be free again after Instructor Mike’s lesson was over, but today I do feel more comfortable and have the guts to at least try this.  I trust Daddy but I’m scared.  What’s gonna happen on Graduation Day?  I still have 3 more vigorous lessons so I guess I will find out soon.  

I can’t wait to try on makeup and look really cute for Daddy.  I know he chose me because he thinks I am attractive, which makes me really happy now that I feel more girly.  I have to shape my ass really well for him so I look the best in all the wonderful things he bought me, especially the thong panties.  Daddy is so generous!  I never would have dreamed of having an entire wardrobe waiting for me.  Everything feels wonderful right now.

I think that’s enough for my first entry.  I’m so honored to be given the chance to be yours.  I love you, Daddy! <3

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I was really playing the part now.  Giggling and smiling as I wrote my first-ever diary entry, the subject matter of which I never would have conceived of a week ago.  Malleable and ready to please the Dominant White Daddy I was falling in love with.  

I had some dinner and then tried to play some Nintendo, but I wasn’t really enjoying myself.  My thoughts and focus kept drifting to my lessons, my sissy positions, the scent of Daddy’s Huge White Sac, the silky and bulbous feel of his Cockhead against my lips, looking into Daddy’s eyes, being held and kissed by Daddy.  

I turned the game off and decided to watch the makeup video again to get a refresher.  Not long after, I had readied for bed and was drifting off to sleep.

Stay clean for Daddy

Dress cute for Daddy

Obey Daddy

Open Wide

Swallow

Breathe

Swallow

Good girl

***She’s doing great so far but let’s see how she handles choking on my Giant White Hog.  I better ease this one into it and save some firsts for “Daddy” this weekend.  All the better.***

Part 6

Swallow, Breathe, Swallow

It might have felt like an eternity had passed since I had seen Daddy, but the purpose given to me by Instructor Mike kept my mind focused on preparing myself for degrading sissydom.  I spoke to each of my teachers after class and they gave me the homework list for the entire upcoming week.  I was gonna get all this done by Thursday to ensure my days were focused on one thing:  Serving my Superior White Daddy.  But first…I had to graduate.

As promised when I arrived at Daddy’s home, Instructor Mike had left the door slightly ajar.  It was a chilly day so I quickly closed the door to soak in the warmth.  Knowing my sissy place, I began following previous orders and stripped nude before standing tall with eyes closed in the INSPECT position.  Facing the wall vulnerably, sweaty, bare, and standing on the chilly tile, I couldn’t help but shiver my waifish 100 lb body.  My peepee jiggled comically as I did.  

It was one cold and long minute of waiting until I heard the familiar footsteps of Instructor Mike as he approached.  A soothing warm hand was placed on the top of my ass, then slid down to the now familiar web grip he enjoyed over my cheeks.

“How was the sissy’s girly workout?  Did you work those buns for your Daddy?” He asked as he squeezed his property.

I responded, soaking in the heightened sensations and independent ministrations of each finger with eyes closed, using my best best girly voice “The sissy did as she was instructed and worked her girly ass for 30 minutes.  A little sore but the sissy feels good that she worked hard for Daddy.”

“That’s why you don’t overdo it on the first day,” He said as he squeezed more tightly.  “We want you to enjoy having those cheeks groped.”

“Thank you, Instructor Mike.  It feels very nice to be groped by Strong White Hands and it helps remind me of my place as a puny and servile brown sissy.”

I was still shivering a bit and my frigid clitty looked so tiny.  Instructor Mike pinched the cold head firmly and started wagging it around jokingly.

“So cute and so miniscule.”  His hand pulled me closer till our bodies met, and then my peepee was released before it had a chance to get aroused.  I was smiling at the humiliation.  Suddenly I felt two knuckle raps on my head, which was my signal to open my eyes.  As I adjusted to the light, he gripped my chin and guided my gaze upwards till our eyes met again like last time, once again exchanging warm smiles.  He pointed to a glass of water on the bench.

“Drink it all.  You’ll need to be hydrated for your lesson today.”  I was already a bit thirsty from the run and downed the glass.

“You know the drill.  Hop to it so Instructor Mike can warm little aimee up.”

His clothing was thankfully simpler today.  A t-shirt, muscularly filled in and deliciously bulging exercise shorts, and a pair of slippers.  I squatted my sore buns down as he continued fondling my globes.  I removed his slippers and gave each foot a peck.  I began lifting his shirt off which involved getting on my tippy toes, a task that the Dominant White Hand of Instructor Mike had pleasure assisting with with some helpful upward pressure on my cheeks.  This time while folding his shirt, two fingers were pressed against my lips and I moistened them well.  He swapped hands and the familiar middle finger began probing as I descended into a squat, with the other hand now holding my shoulder down firmly.  My slightly more pliant girl hole took the full finger more easily this time.  I glimpsed at the Meaty White Package and unleashed it, catching a whiff of Daddy Balls as I finished my sissy girl tasks.

Instructor Mike’s Finger was pulling around against my pussy ring more aggressively this time, but I was able to take it and keep smiling while looking up and maintaining eye contact.  Then his ring finger started probing and working its way into the slightly loosened boycunt.  I really winced, groaned a bit, but kept my pretty smile focused on my Master as his grip on my shoulder strengthened and the pressure below built.  Soon it was sliding all the way in to join the other.  It was very uncomfortable but all I could think about was being the most obedient girl I could be.  He released my shoulder and guided my eyes to his Beautiful White Cock.  It wasn’t hard maintaining a smile as I admired it.  His hand gripped the base and he slapped my face with it twice.  I obediently closed my eyes again and waited.

Soon I was being guided once again, and slowly getting used to the thicker intrusion inside my girlhood.  Instructor Mike was gentler, but still manipulating the walls to open me up further, as he guided the naive sissy up the stairs.  It was a more familiar path this time and my trust in Sir was stronger than ever.  Soon we were in the bathroom again and my controlled girl hole was pulled down, coaxing me back into a squat.  Two Cock Slaps hit my face again and my eyes opened and were directed once again to his Magnificent White Cock.  The fingers were slowly removed, provided much needed relief, as Instructor Mike stood tall above the little faggot.

“PISS”, he commanded.  I took this to be a one word command indicating that Master needs to urinate.  I recalled my earlier training and gripped his Thick White Hose from below, aiming it at the center of the bowl.  Unfortunately, this time the early stream shot errantly and I was splashed more than last time.  My smile remained.  The stream was strong and the smell more acrid.  

“Instructor Mike was working out hard today, not that that’s needed to manhandle a little sissy like you.  The faggot is smelling Real Man Piss.”

“Yes, Sir.  It smells very powerful, Sir.”  I said crinkling my nose as the stream tapered.  I dutifully squeezed out the last drops, gave it a shake, and then wiped the slit with my index finger as I was taught before enduring the ripe splashes as I flushed.    

“You learned about one-word commands with the sissy positions chart.  As you learned a moment ago, there will be others which will foster simple communication between us which suits me over endless chatter.  Because you are a bright little girl, I imagine you will have no trouble following along.  RISE.”  I stood up slowly, maintaining eye contact with his now relieved White Weapon.  

“WASH.”  He pointed to both my piss slit finger and his two girl-probing fingers.  I dutifully cleansed all with soap.

“SHOWER.”  As these are all things Instructor Mike has had his obedient pussy boy do before, I had no trouble following his meaning.  I turned on the shower to begin warming it up.  

“FLUSH.”  I stood for a moment thinking.  I had already flushed the toilet so there was no need for that right now.  Then I recalled the pre-class instructions called for enemas.  I smiled a bit more brightly, being proud of figuring it out, and then grabbed the bulb and lube under the sink.  Instructor Mike looked down at sissy sternly as she filled the bulb and flushed her girl hole 4 times.  The pressure felt a little more uncomfortable this time, especially as I pushed the liquid past my recently stretched pussy lips.  The enema was then cleaned and left to dry on the sink as I awaited further instructions.  My gaze was directed up.

“Such a smart little girl,” He smiled down at me.  I blushed and a girly giggle escaped my lips.  I was on Cloud Nine.  

I was guided into the shower and happily performed my ritual, enjoying every moment of White Ball Smell I was granted.  As I finished spraying my slightly stretched pussy lips, two Dominant White Fingers let me know that this was the new normal.  First in my mouth, and then deep inside my bowels.  The stretching and Emasculating Control continued as I was once again guided out of the shower and onto my knees to pray to the God of White Cock.  My ministrations brought us both great joy as the Hardening Tool in my girly hands grew till I suddenly needed both to wrap all the way around it.  I gave one last smiling kiss to the Cockhead and was coaxed to rise.  

“CLEAN.”  Instructor Mike brought the fingers to my slips as his eyes bore down on me.  Once again my sissy mind understood based on previous lessons, and I knew to now associate CLEAN with using my mouth for the task.  I was honestly having a lot of fun being assigned simple tasks and following them.  I sucked the fingers nice and clean and he removed them slowly.

“We’re much earlier today, which will give you plenty of time to doll yourself up like a pretty princess.  Head to your room.”

“Yes, Instructor Mike!”  I gingerly walked over to the girls’ room as my girl hole felt a bit ravaged.  I couldn’t wait to see what I was wearing out of the amazing array of pretty clothes that Daddy bought for me.  I quickly zeroed in on the note.

“I promised a vigorous lesson plan for this short week so I think the schoolgirl outfit and blond pigtail wig will suit the sissy nicely.  Put those on and then take care of your makeup, accessories, and slippers.  Your Instructor is looking forward to seeing how well the puny clitty boy paid attention to her homework.  Leave your room at 2:58 sharp and report to the Daddy Chair with the doggy bed, and then SIT.

It was 2:35, but I didn’t linger as it was going to be my first time ever putting on makeup.  I looked adorable in the outfit and pigtails, though I did note in the mirror that my ass could be a little juicier to fill out the matching panties, and that of some of the others now that I thought about it.  I would not disappoint my Daddy and would keep at it to obtain the girly ass of his dreams.

About 5 minutes into applying makeup, I realized I had used too much.  I was afraid that would happen.  I wiped it all off and started again.  It was 2:50 now and I still had time to do it tastefully now that I had a bit of practice.  5 minutes later I was putting on the finishing touches when the door swung open loudly, causing me to gasp in fear.  Instructor Mike was glaring down at me wearing nothing but an open bathrobe.  What had I done wrong?!

“You look like a cheap whore, faggot!  FOURS!” He commanded loudly as he pointed at the floor in front of him.  I was scared at the sudden change in Instructor Mike’s demeanor and my mind blanked for a second.  I stood up and then froze in fear, not remembering the position.

“FOURS NOW, sissy!”  I was confused and on the verge of tears when I finally pictured the sissy positions poster in my mind [Doggie style with elbows locked, palms on floor, and knees together. Head should be up, eyes cast down and closed].  I finally got my fear under control and repeated to myself, “I must endure to deserve Daddy.”  My smile returned and I quickly dropped into position like the obedient girl I yearned to be.  Darkness and silence enveloped me as I waited for moments that felt like years.  Suddenly, rough fingers smeared my red lipstick, followed by those same fingers roughly dragging all around my clitty bud.  It was so tiny from the fear and now marked as the girly part that it was.  The fingers returned and scraped off more of the lipstick before migrating to my tender rosebud.  Instructor Mike traced along my ring mercilessly until I assumed it was red enough for his liking.  I smiled and submitted like a good sissy, even as my instincts were compelling me to flee.  My driving thought at the time was actually happiness that my girl hole was sparkling clean from the enemas and shower for my Sir.  

“Eyes open and free.  RISE.  Panties off.  Lay face down over Master’s Lap.”  Instructor Mike sat on the edge of the bed and awaited those upturned sissy cheeks for what I assumed was a naughty schoolgirl spanking.

“Yes, Instructor Mike.  The sissy apologizes for her failures and will work even harder to improve.  Thank you for punishing this lowly sissy so that she may learn from her mistakes.”  What a pathetic worm I had become.  Readily submitting to a spanking from this Dominant White Man.  I smiled brightly as I looked at Instructor Mike and lowered my frilly schoolgirl panties before laying across his lap and staring at the floor, my periphery waiting anxiously for what was to come.  The Engorging White Girlfucker was beginning to press aggressively into my chest.

“Your Daddy will not accept a pathetic sissy who can’t control her whorish tendencies.  Looking like a slut while on your knees serving your Master is encouraged, but attending class in such a state is unacceptable.”  I continued to play along and spoke towards the floor.

“The sissy understands and will work harder than ever to not disappoint her White Superiors.”

“Then there is hope for the faggot after all.”  Instructor Mike’s Dominant White Hand was suddenly felt against my ass.  “But a reminder to always obey is necessary.”  *SLAP* came the Powerful Hand against my quivering globes.  I yelped but maintained my composure as more Corrective Slaps were administered, painting painful tears across my ever-smiling face.  Soon they were replaced by more gentle caresses, warming my girly bum.  The Slaps were firm, but not egregiously hard, and my cheeks began feeling better as Instructor Mike continued to humiliate his schoolgirl sissy.

“You were never going to be a Man.  You’re a little girl with a teeny peepee.  The sissy has accepted that now, hasn’t she?”  

“The sissy certainly has, Sir Mike.  The sissy is devoted to earning Daddy’s Affection and she apologizes for any mistakes she has made.”  His other Powerful Hand appeared at the back of my neck and gripped tightly.

“How wonderfully pathetic and powerless you are.”  For a moment I got excited as fingers began wrapping around my clitty, but soon Instructor Mike’s Grip tightened and I was effortlessly lifted into the air like a puppy.  After being deposited carefully on the bed, Sir Mike roughly manhandled my slightly aroused dicklet as he released his compliant faggot.  His Dominant White Hand then pressed me down flat, mashing my almost hard peepee into the bed, then coaxed my stocking-clad legs to be spread wide.  With my arms left at my sides, my neck was then upturned to face my head forward near the edge of the bed.  This must be quite a sight with my freshly spanked, red cheeks.

“STAY!”  Like a good sissy I kept my eyes forward and lay perfectly still.  Across in the vanity mirror I saw my sissy makeup smeared from the abuse and tears.  It was nothing compared to what was coming next.  I could hear Sir grab something from the corner of the room and then walk back over, unfolding an unusual looking chair and placing it in front of my smiling, but very unsure face.  The chair was a bit higher than typical such that the nicely padded seat was in-line with the bed, and it also had a half moon opening at the front-center of the seat which I found curious.

The robe hit the floor and Instructor Mike sat his Powerful White Body comfortably into the chair, legs propped onto the bed on either side of me, his Magnificent White Cock and Balls hanging Gloriously in the gap and hypnotizing my hungry eyes.  “Superior in every way,” is all I could think.  

Fingers wrapped around the sides of my face and soon my whole body was being dragged closer to the edge, and towards Master’s Semi-Erect Cock.  My senses were soon being overloaded by The Essence as my nose was left an inch from Superior White Balls defended by a Mighty White Cock.  I yearned to plant my sissy lips on its Magnificence but remained obedient and patient.

“PRAY”  My smile grew as I repositioned my arms, craned my neck back to line up with the Massive Head, and the sissy connected with her destiny under the Dominant Guidance of Instructor mike.  

“White Cock to asian sissy lips as it should be.”  Sir Mike remarked as I began my White Cock Prayer.

“Thank you Instructor Mike for your Lessons, Discipline, showing the sissy who she really is, and allowing her to bask in the Power of Sir’s Superior White Cock.”  I bathed the Magnificent Cockhead with my tongue before sliding along the nose to kiss and revere those Huge Balls.  My lips returned to find a more Engorged head after a longer trip back along the Shaft.  Smiling sissy eyes greeted Sir’s as I waited in prayer.  

Sir grabbed my wrists and put them behind my back, once again.  Satisfied that the sissy was in place, Master cupped my chin and then gripped the base of his Hardening Tool.  I was overwhelmed with sensation and emotion as Superior White Cock stroked the sides of my cheeks, and I felt like its little sissy pet.  I obey the desires of White Cock and accept it as my Master.  I was a good sissy having sissy thoughts.  My gaze was guided up to meet Sir’s as his little faggot soaked in the Gift.  

“Open that sissy mouth wide so Instructor Mike can demonstrate what Daddy expects of pretty little aimee.  We’re gonna train that throatcunt nicely.”  I didn’t have to do any mental calculations here.  Master’s Pulsating Cock was bobbing before my eyes at its full 8.5x6.5 stature.  To keep my teeth out of the way, I’d have to open my sissy mouth as wide as possible while looking like a trapped animal splayed on the girly bed.  Throbbing White Meat continued tracing the flesh of my face, anointing me with Holy White Precum and smearing my slutty makeup further.  The moist slit began dragging the Dominating Flavor across my painted lips, consuming me with feelings of love as my upturned eyes obediently remained locked with his, fluttering my cutesy eyelashes in girlish delight.  Soon the Beautiful White head parted those lips and the Slit rested against my tongue, sending me further into subspace and filling me with a desire to please my Master.

“The sissy has been a good and obedient girl-faggot so far.  Your Daddy has enjoyed testing the depths of her submissiveness to a Superior White Man.  The sissy has demonstrated that she can debase herself honestly and completely in the presence of her White Master.  Your Daddy knows that the sissy has not only achieved an understanding of her servile purpose, but that she is also in love with Daddy and has a burning desire to serve his every need.  Isn’t that right, little girl?”  

The White Precum Taste was overwhelming me as Instructor Mike looked down, awaiting my response.  My eyes were getting tired looking up for this long, but the Testosterone-Laden Juice on the tip of my tongue and Master’s affirming comments gave me the strength and gusto to obey fully. 

“This girl-faggot is so happy that Daddy is pleased with his sissy and her obedience to her White Master.  She loves and trusts Daddy completely and begs for the opportunity to serve his every desire.”  I was in full sissy mode now, replying in a cute and pleading girly inflection.  Pulses rippled through Master’s Engorged White Girlmaker and onto my tongue as I did.  

“When a little brown girl falls in love for the first time with a Dominant White Man, special experiences await her.  After falling in love, a girl must learn how to make love.  Little aimee has started her sissy journey into White Cock Worship, and now it’s time to fully connect that with what’s in your heart.”  

The Mighty Organ began slowly penetrating my mouth through moist, tightly-wrapped lips.  I wanted to be the best little girl I could be for him and kept up my smile and happy eyes as I tried to provide friction on entry.

“You will learn to submit with every fiber of your sissy being, and then you will have the chance to be Daddy’s little peepee girl.  Making love can’t be taught; it has to come from within your heart.  The sissy will learn to please her Daddy and his Superior Cock in all the naughty ways he enjoys, but her genuine expressions of love throughout those acts will bring Daddy’s heart closer.”

I thought about what Master said as another 2 inches were now inside me, making love to my mouth for the second time in my life, and this time I had to figure out how to make love back.  The Expansive Head was nearing the back of my tongue before Instructor Mike let it rest there, looking down on me Dominatingly.  I began expressing myself, and the feelings flowed naturally.  My tongue began polishing and worshiping the Plum-Sized Head as my little acorn hardened.  In no time my clitty was at its full 3x3.5 inch dicklet limit as all of the sensations overtook me, causing my lips to quiver around the Muscular Shaft.  I writhed my sissy buns and pathetically stimulated my peepee against the bed as the only real Cock in the room was given the reverence it deserved.  All of the sensations were connecting between my eyes, heart, mind, mouth, and cocklet.  Strong Hands stroked my hair approvingly as I made love for the first time in my life.  

“That feels very nice little aimee, and your Sir can see that his sissy is beginning to understand.  Open your heart completely as we deepen our connection.”

So far nothing had been overtly uncomfortable, including the spanking, but nothing can prepare a budding asian sissy for the Sheer Power of Raw White Cock mating with a virgin mouthpussy.  When I was Baptized into the Church of Superior White Cock, Instructor Mike never went that deep into my mouth, but in a moment, things would change for me, and an even greater realization of my inferiority would take root.  

“The sissy is going to feel some uncomfortable sensations, but our goal is to train the throatcunt to serve your Daddy and obey the desires of White Cock like a good little asian fag.  Don’t fight it; let it happen.”

Almost half of the Enormous White Cock was now past the moist and yielding barrier of my lips.  My pleasant sensation turned quickly to dread as the Mighty Head began pressing into my throat causing me to gag violently.  My hands went up to push myself off of Instructor Mike as I dry heaved, coughed and cried for about 10 seconds into his thigh.  My hair was stroked mercifully as I was allowed to recover.

“Some lessons are harder than others, and you have been a fantastic student when the task calls for you to think, but physical trials take training and patience.  Try again.”

Now I was as scared as I was the first day on Uncle Mike’s floor wearing panties for the first time in my life.  I had gotten past the psychological barriers already.  I was a girl and I was meant to serve White Men and their Superior Cocks, but the physical reality plunging into my throat broke the spell I was under.  I was uncomfortable and nervous.  I didn’t realize that Master wanted to put more of his Giant Cock in my mouth than last time.  I thought I had made him happy and was gonna be the best pleasure toy Daddy could imagine.  In a moment, my confidence that I could live up to any of this was shaken.

One thing I learned from long-distance running is that the desire to quit is easy to succumb to, but you have to keep pressing on to get the rewards at the end.  I channeled that mentality and  thought of my love for Daddy, connecting the two and building a strong desire to let Instructor Mike take my throatcherry.  My heart began winning the battle against the earlier discomfort, bringing back my sissy smile and comely upward gaze into Master’s eyes.  He smiled down at his little trooper of a sissy and aimed the White Weapon back on target.  The slow plunge began as fingers gripped my hair more tightly this time and guided me down.  I imagined myself as a compliant vessel for Powerful White Cock, and then let my instincts take over.  As the penetration continued my peepee responded until I was resuming the harmonious dicklet grinding, Cockhead worshiping, lips pressuring, and servile feelings of love and devotion.  

Gagging!  Must control it.  Let Instructor Mike teach me to be good for Daddy.  Must submit.  Pray to Daddy’s Massive White Cock.  Smile through the pain.  Obey Daddy.  Swallow.  Breathe.  Swallow.  I love Daddy.  Daddy needs this.  Give everything to Daddy.  

I did my best but just 4 seconds was all I could muster before pulling myself off, followed once again by Master’s fingers stroking my hair affectionately as I struggled to get myself back together.  

“Again,” he prompted, pointing the Huge White Head at my lips menacingly.  Giving up was not an option.  I smiled and opened wide.

This continued for another 5 minutes or so, as my heart compelled me to get better at all costs.  By the end I was at least able to get about 5 inches in, and shallowly fucked my own throat with Instructor Mike’s Massive White Cock, albeit slowly.  Like many of my athletic endeavors, I was proud of my progress, and looking forward to getting new personal bests in numerous categories.  It was still very unpleasant, though; I felt like I wanted to throw up.  My drool and some gag juice were all over his Pole, and now I realized why I needed that glass of water when I first walked in.  I hope I eventually get used to this so I can fully enjoy Daddy making love to my throatpussy, but seeing the look of animalistic passion in those Piercing Blue Eyes gave me a kind of pleasure and pride only a sissy could feel.  I wanted to learn to let Daddy fuck the life out of my throat.  

“Since you look like a whore, I’m going to treat you like one.”  Instructor Mike stood up and I was able to get another look at myself in the vanity mirror.  The before and after picture would elicit laughs for sure.  My entire face was a disaster and he still wasn’t done with me yet.  I was learning the hard way that the sissy life of pleasuring Massive White Cocks would not be easy, but if Daddy’s Love was the reward then it would always be worth it.  

HANG!”  This position I had no issue remembering as my sissy brain was ecstatic to submit and have those Glorious White Balls mashed against my face.  What I hadn’t conceived of until now was how difficult that would be to attain.  I rolled over and laid on my back, head hanging loosely over the edge and ready for Total Domination by Instructor Mike.  My legs were spread wide such that my hard dicklet was almost exposed above the short and frilly schoolgirl uniform skirt.  Placing my hands behind my lower back, I closed my makeup-smeared eyes, opened my remaining senses, and waited nervously…helplessly, for what was to come.  “Smile through the tears” popped in my head and I thought again of my love for Daddy.  

The Massive White Head began probing my lips, which parted meekly for the Superior Flesh.  Instructor Mike had kicked the chair aside and was standing over me now, with Powerful Fingers manipulating my head and neck.  My throat was in a straight line now which opened it up nicely, and Master’s Grip held his sissy comfortably in that ideal position.  

“This class is called Throatrape,” Instructor Mike said matter of factly.  The Grip tightened and I was quickly impaled by the Powerful Rod of White Flesh, fighting all of my instinctual urges to flee and gag for the love of Daddy.  For what felt like an eternity, Instructor Mike pressed roughly into my aching throatcunt, holding my head motionless for use as the rest of my body writhed in distress.  His Magnificent White Balls dangled at times near my nose, encouraging me to further my studies and take him deeper.  But try as I might to assist in the aggressive intrusion, around 6 inches was all my mouthpussy could accommodate, and my jaw was quickly getting exhausted.  He slowly withdrew.  

“That’s a good start, clitty boy,” Instructor Mike said mockingly as he lightly Cockslapped my face.  “How about we give the sissy some more encouragement.”

Master lifted up his Engorged Cock and squatted till his Massive White Sac was mashed onto my face.  I could do nothing but breathe in that Superior Smell and let it take my sissy mind to beautiful places.  Then he removed a Hand from my head and began stroking the nub of my hard cocklet.  Instructor Mike Ballhandled my face for a full minute, which along with the teasing of my peepee got me very close to dribbling.

“Rememeber, asian sissy faggots have to earn their rewards.  Class isn’t over yet.”  Even with eyes closed I knew I would be violated again by Superior White Cock in my tiny girl throat, and the 2nd Throatrape began.  My dicklet was so worked up and I was so drunk off White Ball Smell that I immediately took another inch, the Heavy Balls now lewdly slapping my chin as Master kept trying to drill deeper.  Time had no meaning during Throatrape Class and I was in sissy subspace.  I was astounded that my sissy mouth was able to handle this relentless assault, and my own gurgles as the rape continued resonating loudly in my ears.  I felt so helpless and small, like the little girl I was becoming.  My mind was swimming as I struggled to allow myself to be used in such a horrid manner.  I had been bullied before, which was always emasculating, but this was on an entirely new level where I am aiding my bully as a piece of sissy faggot fuckmeat.  Swallow.  Breathe.  Swallow.  I wasn’t being bullied and it wasn’t rape to me even if it felt that way for Daddy, fulfilling his Dominant Fantasy.  I was a willing but struggling vessel for Daddy’s depraved acts.  Once again I was released from another life-altering experience learning how to serve White Men.  

“Open your eyes and relax.  The sissy is a natural.  Most girls puke up their lunch during that class, but you controlled your gag reflex very well.  Instructor Mike is proud of his little asian faggot and Daddy sees much promise in her future.  Now that you have some idea of what it means to be Daddy’s girl, and that he demands full access to your throat at all times, does the sissy still desire to be Daddy’s piece of rapemeat?”

“It makes the worthless faggot ecstatic to hear that Instructor Mike thinks the sissy is a natural Cocksucker.  The sissy was very worried she would not meet Daddy’s standards.  The sissy hopes that her struggles when Superior White Cock was raping her virgin throat gave Instructor Mike great pleasure.  This little brown faggot desires to be Daddy’s rapemeat and whatever else he wants his sissy to be.”

“We were right about you, aimee.  Get cleaned up and then come downstairs wearing only your pink thong and carrying your sissy diary.  Daddy will be waiting.”  He said with urgency.

“Thank you for the lesson, Instructor Mike.  I learned so much today.”  He nodded and walked out, the Pulsating Erection pointing at me as he turned to leave.  I didn’t want to waste any time and cleaned up the room (it’s supposed to be my room after all), and then put everything soiled in the laundry bin.  I ran nude to the bathroom, cleaned all the makeup off, and adjusted my hair.  I was due for a haircut for sure.  After drying off I slipped into the silk thong.  My clitty was back down to normal size, but still feeling like it was ready to burst and thickened a bit when the sensuous fabric brushed my little nub.

With diary in hand, I approached the Daddy Chair where he sat, still dressed only in an open robe, Cock still protruding at full strength, nursing a bourbon as he surveyed me.

“Hand the diary to your Daddy and then KNEEL,” he pointed to the floor in front of him.  He started reading as I positioned myself and closed my eyes.  

“My sissy faggot loves and trusts her Daddy completely?  That’s sweet of her to say.  PRAY, and you may linger on my Balls for 10 seconds.”

Giddy with the chance to smell those Wonderful Balls again before I left, I followed my nose to the Powerful Scent till it brushed against the Turgid Shaft.  I adjusted myself for sissy prayer and sniffed deeply as I savored every moment under those Heady Balls before returning to the Mushroom Head.  

“Thank you for the privilege of this opportunity, Daddy.  The Honor of serving Daddy and his Magnificent White Cock is one the sissy hopes she earns as she is in love with Daddy and yearns to do what Daddy says at all times.”

“Exactly how a young girl should be.  I’m going to read the sissy’s diary while she WORSHIPs my Big White Cock.  Proceed!”

Instructor Mike had Throatraped me several times, and Daddy was still Rock Hard from the experience, but I started out slow hoping to build up to properly self-abusing my mouthpussy on that Giant Pole.  It needed a little break after the suffering it endured.  It wasn’t long before Daddy finished reading, tapped my forehead with the diary twice, and directed my gaze towards his as I sucked on a mouthful of Delicious White Cock.  

“Daddy is very pleased that little aimee is happy debasing herself before him, and that she has found her true calling.  If the brown sissy faggot proves herself worthy, she may find a place under Daddy to call home.  Now throat that Cock like you were taught you pathetic dickless worm!”

My sissy dicklet was pushing against the fabric of the panties as I was humiliated into impaling myself on that Tremendous Girlfucker.  Master’s eyes stayed locked on mine as he leaned to one side and began fondling my ass in the thong, tugging it to tighten the fabric over my little berries.  Fingers intertwined in my hair once again and now my head was forcefully bobbed up and down, causing me to gurgle loudly as my throat was turned into a pussy once again.  I wanted to struggle but both my heart and the strength of my Daddy kept me in place, taking thrust after thrust and not even in the ideal position we found.  I was asian rapemeat being treated like asian rapemeat.  Daddy is comfortable in his chair.  Why should he have the inconvenience of standing up to use my mouth?  I will keep trying harder for Daddy so my sissy throat serves his needs every time and everywhere.

Swallow.  Breathe.  Swallow.

I could feel powerful ripples in the Shaft and readied myself both physically for the blasts of Powerful Cum that awaited, but also psychologically to receive the Gift of Love from Daddy.  I smiled for every moment of Daddy Throatraping me.  Surprisingly, Sir pulled out and I heard Powerful Strokes inches from my face.  

“Start fondling my Balls and beg for it, faggot!”  Finally having my hands free, I adjusted my balance and then started priming each Ball for the inevitable Release.  

“Please Daddy!  Bless me with the Gift of your Glorious White Cum.  The brown faggot will do anything Daddy asks to earn such a Holy Anointment.  Thank you for raping my sissy mouth and showing my my place beneath you, Daddy.  I want to live there and be painted with Daddy’s Cum everyday!”

“That’s a good little slut.  Now open your eyes and mouth wide!”

As soon as I complied, my first sight was a Powerful Rope coming directly at my right eye.  Master had little trouble holding my peanut head with one Hand, as his other stroked out Blast after Blast onto my face and in my mouth.  Before he was finished and before I figured out what to do with all the White Cum in my mouth, Daddy shoved his still fully erect Cock back in and gave his sissy more to think about.  Swallow.  Breathe.  Swallow.  Powerful White Flesh pulsating in my ravaged throat.  I sucked out the last few Bursts and swallowed everything.  Stinging Cum forced my eyes closed as I kneeled submissively, waiting for the next move.  Daddy’s Cock was softening, but still very Meaty as he removed it.  

Suddenly, I was being grabbed by my neck and peepee again, legs lifted in the air pointing up with my head bent against the ground at the neck.  My clitty was soft but Sir’s other Hand began rubbing the nub thru the girly panties, quickly getting it aroused.  The texture of the panties rubbing between Daddy’s thumb and forefinger was heaven.  My dicklet was rock hard now, and Daddy pulled the fabric aside to get at the puny peepee head directly.  My left eye wasn’t splashed as badly so I was able to open it a bit and see what was happening.  I was staring up at the acorn of my hard dicklet being rolled expertly by Daddy’s Fingers.  The degrading thought of being forced to dribble on my own face got me even more excited and I was getting close.  

“I’m about to cum, Daddy!”

“Catch it in that sexy mouth like a good girl.”

This couldn’t be more humiliating and arousing at the same time.  I couldn’t hold back anymore and began dripping cum.  Daddy angled my clitty nub so the drops would fall into my waiting mouth.  I caught as much as I could but still had some on my face.  

“Spoon the girl cum off of that sissy face of yours and drink it down.”  I reached my arm downwards and so did Daddy.  As I began fingering the dribble off of my face, Daddy stuck two fingers in my mouth.

“Lick that pathetic juice till my fingers are clean.  I don’t want your worthless DNA on them.”  I cleaned Master’s Fingers thoroughly and then licked up all of the peepee leakage on my face.  It tasted very weak.  

The two fingers I cleaned were now pulling the thong aside and simultaneously penetrating my girl hole.  I gritted my teeth at the rough intrusion as Daddy effortlessly twisted and lifted his puppet so that I was upside down hovering with his Deliciously Spent Cock hanging inches from my lips.  

“CLEAN,” he ordered.  I plunged the Powerful White Cock deep into my mouth and gave it the honorable bath it deserved.  I then tongue-bathed his still-Heavy Balls until Master was satisfied.  The sissy puppet was flipped over till I was standing obediently by his side.  My right eye still stung and I kept it shut as I was led by my boy pussy up the stairs.  Daddy was quiet and smiling as I washed his Body and Magnificent White Cock in the shower.  I was about to PRAY but then, two fingers were shoved back in my asscunt, quickly directing me back out and to kneel one again before my Master.

“PRAY.”  This Giant White Cock now owned me completely.  I truly revered it as a God now.  

“The Gift of Daddy’s Hot White Man Cum was unforgettable.  The faggot is grateful that you raped this sissy’s throat to show her the proper way to please a Dominant White Daddy and his Superior Cock.  The sissy looks forward to submitting to all future degradations that Daddy forces her to endure.  Daddy’s pleasure is everything and the puny asian fagslut wants to make Daddy happy every moment in the hope that Daddy will return the sissy’s undying love.”

“Good girl,” he offered kindly as his fingers coated in my cleansed assjuices ran over my tongue for their ritual bath. I sucked them clean and relished the taste of my shattered manhood and my future as a White Cum-slurping girlfag.  We exited the bathroom and Daddy threw on a fresh bathrobe and slippers.  He followed my nude body down the stairs, playfully tweaking my nipples as we descended.  

“Get dressed, slut.  Time for me to clean up the drooling mess you made.”

“I’m so very sorry, Sir.  Your Cock is too Powerful and my drool was uncontrollable as you mated with my throat.”

“Daddy will take care of it this time because princess has to get going, but she’ll be performing many house duties this weekend under Daddy’s scrutiny.  As for your pretty little throatcunt, I haven’t mated with it yet.  When you can take this Massive Hog all the way down, can take Daddy fucking that mouth hard and deep like the pussy hole that it is, all while Worshiping your God Cock with a smile, then we will be mating.”

“The puny faggot will work hard everyday to achieve that goal.  Becoming Daddy’s perfect little mouthpussy would be a dream come true.”

“You asian fagcunts are all alike and I love it.  You have a big day and some big decisions tomorrow.  Think long and hard about your future and what you want.  If you agree to and sign a Contract declaring your obedience to your White Master, then we will continue on to your final lesson on Wednesday followed by graduation and a life-changing weekend.  The Contract is really just ceremonial and not legally binding, but I expect the spirit of its tenets to be adhered to.  We’ll spend most of our session tomorrow going over it along with a Q&A so I can be sure you’re serious, and know I’m not wasting my time with another disappointing failure.  Do you have any questions, aimee?”

“Not right now, Sir.  I know what my heart is telling me but I will think it over as Daddy says.  At the moment, the sissy can only think of proving herself to Daddy through total obedience, so she will process her feelings later tonight.”  I finished dressing and Daddy handed me the diary along with a small black case.

“Some more homework for you there.  Open it right when you get home.  You can give those sore sissy buns a rest day and skip the gym.  Till tomorrow, little aimee.”

The door closed and I was left with nothing else but my thoughts…and a belly full of Daddy Cum with a dash of clitty dribble.  It was cold so I didn’t linger and ran straight home with a sense of emptiness as I felt the sudden separation from Daddy.  I had another couple of hours alone so I popped open the case in my bedroom.  On top was a note.

Dear little aimee,

Enclosed you will find a CD-ROM which you will keep.  A password is required to access the launch program so your family members won’t accidentally stumble upon it.  This is a resource full of helpful information for asian sissies on how best to serve their White Daddy.  The password is “faggot” which will be easy for you to remember.  

One of the sections on the Disc describes the usage of a buttplug on sissy girlholes.  Inside the box you’ll find a plug and miniature bottle of lube.  Study all related materials and then plug yourself for the remainder of the evening.  

Lastly you will find a cute pair of purple panties that I smuggled out of your bedroom.  Because you were such a good girl today, Daddy is allowing his sissy to be a girl outside his presence.  Slip on the panties over your plugged boypussy and puny peepee till it's time to remove the toy before bed.  That should amount to quite a few hours of sissy time.

Before bed the sissy will remove, wash, and dry the plug before placing all items back in the box.  Feel free to watch the instructional portion of the makeup tips video again but return that as well before nosy moms find it.  The sissy will hang onto the Disc for now and listen to the audio file on there as she sleeps.  Return the box to Daddy tomorrow.  Continue being an obedient sissyfag by following these instructions and Daddy will be pleased.  Sweet dreams, pumpkin!

Daddy

Awww, Daddy called his little girl, pumpkin.  I swooned a bit and pulled the note close to my chest, embracing the potential for Daddy’s Love.  I snapped out of my sissy dream of being held and groped by Daddy forever and ever, popped in the CD-ROM as I stripped nude, and sat down at my computer.  After entering the degrading password, a menu screen popped up with several categories and descriptions.

Diet & Exercise - Sculpting the sissy body for Daddy and eating the right foods to keep your girlhole clean.

I opened this as it was the first one.  There were two articles within, each written by Instructor Mike, with pictures and heavy details on how a sissy can remake her physical form to constantly entice Daddy’s Tremendous White Cock.  The first went over the right balance of foods to eat, finding which foods agree best with me to reduce gas, bloating, and loose stools, and maintaining the right calorie balance to keep the sissy looking slim and helpless while also plumping up my girly ass.  I took notes and started forming a diet plan that included more vegetables and less red meat, as the article stated that red meat promotes more masculine physical characteristics which I absolutely wanted to avoid now.  I would begin primarily consuming nut protein which gave me a chuckle as the double entendre crossed my mind; my clitty stiffened at the thought of swallowing more Daddy Cum.  Later in the article it mentioned that proper adherence to the diet guidelines will reduce the need for enemas and reduce discomfort in my pussy ring during penetration.  I did want to make our Daddy-puppet moments a little more comfortable for my sissy hole so I resolved to diligently follow the plan I was creating.  

The next article focused on the physical exercises I would need to focus on from top to bottom, with a picture of a sissy girl and text blurbs pointing towards different parts of her body.  Certain areas will be trained so often that supplemental exercise is not needed and are denoted as such.  The first highlighted area was the mouth:  “Daddy will train the girlthroat and jaw muscles daily; supplemental exercise is not required.”  Areas I would have to supplement included the hands, forearms, tummy, legs and buttocks, but in such a way as to tone them in a feminine manner, not bulk them.  High reps and low resistance outside the booty-plumping Stairmaster, plus my usual cardio-stressing runs.  I began writing up an exercise plan to sculpt myself into the perfect piece of White Daddy rapemeat.  

The next main category was called Embracing girlhood and had articles on all types of girly clothing, accessories, and makeup which covered the outward appearance aspects of being a pretty little sissy.  This was followed up with articles focused on having a meek demeanor, speaking like a cute little girl for Daddy, roleplaying, and obedience; all touching on the psychological aspects.  One question popped back in my mind that had been confusing me from the beginning.  Why me?  Why does Daddy like to make sissies out of clitty boys like me?  I would certainly ask tomorrow.  I wanted to understand Daddy’s motivations so that I could serve him best.

I clicked out and the next folder was called Throatcunt & Girlpussy Maintenance and had three articles.  The first was on diet and enemas, elaborating further on what foods help keep the girlhole cleaner and more receptive for Daddy’s Use, as well as how best to administer an enema.  I made some adjustments to my diet plan to keep my pussy smooth and clean inside for Daddy.  

The second article focused on my mouthpussy and discussed proper flossing and oral hygiene, as well as techniques to reduce gagging such as brushing the back of my tongue. “As the sissy improves her oral skills, she’ll be able to take a proper throatfucking from Daddy.”  I looked forward to training my gag reflex further to properly Honor Daddy’s Amazing White Cock.

The final article was called Girlhole Plugging which discussed how to self-penetrate, use lube, prime the hole for insertion, and the safe time thresholds for keeping a plug in as experience being filled grows.  As I started looking through the pictures in the article, my eyes bulged widely as I came across four in succession with a sissy bent over in the PRESENT position.  The first depicted Daddy behind the girl and pulling out her plug, revealing a still gaping boypussy.  I stared at the next picture for 5 minutes.  Daddy's Powerful White Cock was buried completely in her tiny asshole and a depiction of an x-ray showing her insides being ravaged can be seen.  The Giant White Cock deep inside, the tiny brown peepee wiggling below, Hands firmly gripping the sides of her globes, the look of Aggressive Dominance on Daddy’s face, and the look of struggle on the sissy’s.  Daddy penetrated so far that the bend in her large intestine was being straightened and pushed further in.  A White Weapon wielded improperly could cause serious damage to a sissy; this was terrifying me in so many ways and I felt a bit squeamish.  I finally tore away and moved on to the next picture.  While it was similar, the expressions had changed.  The sissy looks to be in a state of bliss, Daddy’s Head is thrown back in the throes of ecstasy, and the cross-section of the sissy shows Daddy Cum spraying into her bowels.  The final picture showed Daddy reinserting the plug, and the sissy’s insides showed Daddy’s Seed swimming around inside with the intestinal bend back to normal.

My mind was running a mile a minute at these images.  Daddy meant to put that Giant White Monster all the way into my tight girlhole and spray my insides with Daddy Juice?  How would this even be possible?  Daddy calls it my sissy girlpussy for a reason but I really had no clue till now what it all meant.  I thought of the look of pleasure in Daddy’s eyes as he raped my throat and surmised that my boycunt could feel amazing for him as well.  I’d have a lot of questions about this for Daddy tomorrow, but right now I had to obey and plug my sissy hole as was Daddy’s Will.  Whatever would come of this, my experiences thus far told me that Daddy would guide his sissy through it.

I clicked back over to Girlhole Plugging and began warming my hole up with my finger.  It was still nice and clean from our classroom activities, and also still a bit loose from Daddy’s Use.  This plug was a bit bigger than the one Daddy pushed inside me, and after studying it I saw that it had a circumference of 4.5 inches as opposed to the previous one which was 4 inches.  As instructed, I lubed it up and began inserting slowly.  I felt a sharp pain and stopped, giving my pussy lips time to stretch and get used to the larger object.  After a minute I resumed the push and winced again, but knowing it was close, I gritted my teeth and shoved it all the way in.  Smile through the pain.  Obey Daddy.

I recovered from the penetration and felt the peculiar weight and sensation of the stainless steel plug against the insides of my pussy folds as I stood up.  It was definitely more uncomfortable but I felt a kind of girly pride tolerating the pain as the plug hit home.  Running my fingers over the silky panties, my mind took stock of the sissification of aimee as she slipped them on.  A small part of me thought how hot these would look on some of the cute girls in my school, but a growing part of my psyche was aching to put them on and be the hot girl myself.  I ran my hands over my panty-clad cheeks and then toyed with the plug handle a bit before sitting back down for the first time as a sissy in my bedroom.  

My bedroom…I looked around at the decor which all felt familiar, but no longer felt right.  In retrospect, it was incredible how quickly I took to this new life.  With tremendous guidance throughout my youth on how to be a good student and respect Older Men, but no guidance on how to become a man myself, I was the perfect faggot for my Superior White Daddy to groom into his personal sissy.  I refocused on the tasks at hand as I had more duties to perform.

I clicked over to the next section titled Worshiping White Daddies and found a useful recap of what I had learned in sissy class thus far, including the Submissive Sissy Faggot Positions chart and detailed descriptions on how a sissy must tend to all of her White Master’s needs and desires.  There might be a final exam coming so I was sure to study everything in great detail, and also took notes on a few new methods for pleasuring Daddy’s Beautiful White Balls.  All of the details focused on using my mouth, hands and throat, but nothing about penetrating my boypussy.  I’m guessing more advanced materials might be coming my way in the future.  

The last icon linked to an audio file that was 4 hours long called “Daddy’s Bedtime Stories.”  As before I obeyed Daddy’s instructions to wait and listen to it as I fell asleep.  I stood up wearing nothing but cute purple panties and my 4.5” girltraining plug.  I later learned that the average penis is around 5x5” length/circumference, and my 3x3.5” size was so small that condoms for such a tiny dicklet don’t even exist.  I imagine any “toy” that small would be created solely as a gag gift for girls to laugh at.  In contrast, Daddy’s Huge White God Cock was 8.5x6.5”, which using my nerdy math skills, I calculated as having over 19 times the volume of my puny clitty.  I actually enjoyed learning this fact as it reinforced my sissy nature and I also learned that Daddy’s Cock is Alpha even for White Men.  While almost every White Man in the world has a Cock that dwarfs my girly peepee, why did such a Powerful White Daddy choose such a dickless worm to be his lucky girl?  I came back once again to “Why me?” and knew I had a lot to write in my diary tonight before bed.

I studied and took more notes on all of the other materials again, and then saw that about 90 minutes had passed, so my mother would be home in 30 minutes with dinner.  Girlhole Plugging described the need to reapply lube periodically, especially for newbies.  I pulled the xxs panties down to my knees and slid my fingers in between my cheeks.  I pulled slowly and the pain built as the fattest part of the plug approached my pussy lips.  I instinctually started breathing deeply as I backed off before trying again.  Knowing I had to remove it, I thought of Daddy’s Control over my body earlier, and how I just had to take it.  Removing the plug paled in comparison to the painful Throatrape I had endured.  I tugged again before breaking the pain barrier and feeling relief as my tight hole released the device with a plop.  It looked clean so I re-lubed and struggled again to pass that fattest point.  It still hurt as much, but I was more used to the sensation and was prepared for nerve endings in my pussy lips to burn once again.  I buried it deep with another wince and there was fear in my heart making my peepee tinier than ever.  Thoughts of what Daddy had in mind for my tight hole made me feel nauseous.  The panties returned to their simple task of covering my baby dick and I relaxed as my boycunt reacclimated to the size of the intruder.

What a day!  For the love of my Daddy, I tolerated violations that continued shattering the last remnants of my manhood.  The Joy felt in Daddy’s Embrace was like a drug that compelled me to obey and push my limits.  Suddenly, I felt empty and alone.  I was desperate to belong in this world like any young person, but to be so close yet so far from my new Daddy was making the minutes feel like hours.  I toyed with the plug while skimming through the makeup tips video, trying to get my pussy lips more used to stretching so that Daddy will be able push past my tight barrier with his Massive White Cock.  It’s what I had to do.  Now that I had some real world experience, the tips were more helpful and hopefully I won’t look like a sissy catastrophe the next time Daddy Throatfucks me.

I heard my mother come home so I stopped the tape, closed the program, and covered up my panties with boring boy clothes.  I really didn’t enjoy wearing them anymore.  I wanted to be pretty and colorful while smiling for Daddy.  This weekend couldn’t come soon enough as a bedroom full of sissy clothes and a Dominant White Daddy awaited.  We ate dinner and made small talk before I headed back to my room and stripped back down to my sissy panty boy attire.  I re-lubed the plug one last time and was a bit more used to it now.  In fact, I forgot I was wearing it at times during dinner.  I sat down to write an entry in my sissy diary and thought long and hard about what Daddy told me, and the revelations regarding my boycunt from today’s homework.

Monday 12/7/1992

I tried my best to perform for Daddy today, and I know I fell short, but I love my Daddy and will keep improving for him.  He looked very happy after he used his little sissy so aggressively, and it made me proud in a way I’ve never felt before in my life.  How much can I give of myself to my Dominant White Daddy?  I want him to have it all, anytime, anywhere.  I won’t stop until I am the Cocksucking daughter of his dreams!

But “why me?”, I've been asking myself.  Why did an White Alpha like Daddy choose to go through the trouble of turning a wimp like me into a sissy, when he can have any submissive girl he wants?  I hope Daddy helps me understand so that I can best serve his needs.  

I was apprehensive before about this weekend, but now I can't wait to be aimee all day and night, doing everything Daddy says and hoping to win Daddy’s Heart.  Still, now that I realize that Daddy needs to train my girlhole to handle his Tremendous White Weapon, I’m worried such a Massive Tool will never fit inside my tiny body.  I trust Daddy to train the sissy hole well so it becomes his perfect pussy, but I’m so afraid after seeing the images of that little girl’s guts being rearranged by Daddy’s Powerful Cock.  I hope Daddy can explain and assuage my fears before I sign the Contract tomorrow.

I do love Daddy’s Dominating Commands and expect the Contract to be explicit in the things expected of me.  I can’t wait to go over it in detail while sitting next to Daddy in the cute outfit of his choosing.  Some guys I chatted with before were hot, but sadly not very bright.  It’s so gratifying to be with such an intelligent Man and it’s a primary reason why I’ve fallen in sissy love with Daddy.

I read diligently through all of the materials while plugged and pantied for the first time at home.  Daddy was so generous to allow his sissy that privilege.  Her peepee loves being encased in girly fabric, especially when ordered by Daddy.  I pushed through the pain and got the plug in, but I know I have a long way to go.  I will succeed for Daddy.  I love Daddy.  Less than 2 days from now the sissy will prove herself, giving all the love she can give during the weekend she can’t stop thinking about.  

 aimee <3

This time when I wrote my entry, I used the blue pen for all of the Daddy-related words, pink for all of the words talking about me or my sissy parts, and purple for the rest.  I also drew some red hearts on the page, really embracing Daddy’s wishes and letting the girly role consume the actor.  Daddy wanted me to become a girl, and now so did I.  

I stood up and put the diary and pens in the box, was about to slip off the panties, but then started feeling horny in them.  I hopped onto the bed on all fours and admired my form in the mirror, feeling my panty-covered cheeks with one hand as my clitty hardened.  I certainly wouldn’t dribble again unless under Daddy’s Orders, but I wanted to enjoy this moment as a sissy.

I began practicing my FOURS* and PRESENT** positions, knowing that Master wanted to claim my girlhole one day as I helplessly PRESENTed myself for Superior White Cock.  I opened my eyes and saw how sexy I looked, then brushed my clitty a few times through the panties as I writhed my body around seductively.  Finally I slipped off the panties springing my stiff cocklet free and began toying with the plug.  I kept teasing my pussy ring with the fattest part to get my hole more used to stretching, as the homework materials taught me.  After 10 minutes of practice, I got to the point where it didn’t hurt anymore and pulled it out with another satisfying plop and a bit of trapped gas that caused me to giggle.  It felt strange to be empty now after being so full for hours.  I teased my hole and felt a bit of a gape which was interesting.  

*[Doggie style with elbows locked, palms on floor, and knees together. Head should be up, eyes cast down and closed.] 

**[Doggie style, with head down, eyes cast down and closed.  Knees should be wide apart and palms should be flat to the surface and out in front.]

I threw on pajamas and my peepee shrank quickly now that I wasn’t dressed as aimee anymore.  Stealthily, I washed the plug in the bathroom and then returned to pack everything in the case and lock up the incriminating sissy evidence.  My parents would disown me if they found out about what I was doing and I wasn’t taking chances.  

Tasks completed I was finally ready for bed.  I put on the headphones and drifted off into sleep, listening to the soothing music of the audio file which segued into a recording of Daddy Dominating another girl.  This time I listened for a bit consciously before drifting off to sleep during an extended pounding session.

Take that Monster White Dick

Pathetic little sissy

White Cum-drunk asian faggot

You’re gonna clean that girly assjuice from my Cock with your sissy throat

The verbal humiliation was relentless, and my sissy clitty was getting excited at the prospect of being the moaning girl pounded by Enormous White Daddy Cock.  I smiled as I envisioned myself posing doggy style in front of the mirror, and Daddy approaching from behind with lustful intentions.  Time for some sweet dreams, indeed.

***There’s no feeling like pounding a virgin throat, and this girl shocked me with her tolerance.  Something tells me that pussy is gonna be much harder to train, but time will tell.  One thing’s for sure, I’m taking that ass sometime this weekend, no matter how much she cries.***

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I hope you all enjoyed this so far.  Let me know if you want me to continue thru Graduation. ;)