princessdaisy wrote:I'd like to submit this little story in the hopes a Mistress will do an audio
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So? anyone care to do it?
Hi, Princess Daisy. I like this story by you. Thank you for posting it to the Sissy School forum!
It would be really nice if a mistress did an audio recording of it.
Yet I noticed it could benefit from the hand of an editor. I hope you do not mind, but I did the minimum amount of editing to your story in order to make it orthographically correct, thereby making it easier to read. Below is your story with my editing.
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Sissy Bride
Princess Daisy
September 13, 2014
You couldn't help yourself. It started with your big cupcake playing dress-up with you, making you wear her clothes. As you got older, you started to like dressing-up more. You'd sneak in your cupcake's room, try on her prom dress, wear her makeup, even slip on her panties. You started fantasizing: how would it feel to step outside in a dress; to catch the eye of boys; how you wanted to ... kiss them.
You started tempting fate. You'd pack a change of clothes in your backpack, and when school ended, you'd find a place to change in private. You may have went to school as a boy ... but you started to leave as a girl, wearing pink panties and a padded bra. It excited you. White stockings, Mary Jane shoes, a pleated skirt, a white top, and a tie tied up in a bow: a uniform like any good schoolgirl would wear. Your hair was too short, so you started wearing a wig: a long, raven-black wig with light curls, topping it with a pink bow. You became an expert with makeup. Light eyeshadow and mascara, blush, and pink, kissable lipstick. You can't help but enjoy being a girl: performing curtsies, twirling in that skirt, blowing kisses.
You get away with it throughout high school and all the way to collage. You think you'll never be found out.
One day, you find out your big cupcake is getting married. You've seen her dress and fell in love with it. When she's out having her bachelorette party, you sneak in her room and try on the wedding dress. It was long; white with puffed sleeves; and with such decorative sewing patterns, you feel like a princess. You get into her panties, her makeup, and you top it off with your wig. You smile, feeling like your blushing-bride of a cupcake. You walk, stand pretty, and even dance a bit.
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Oh, no, what was that?!--you gasp. It was him, your cupcake's fiancé. He was back from his bachelor party and was thinking of a quickie before tomorrow. But instead, he catches you and has recorded you playing in her wedding dress on his phone.
You plead with him, "No, please don't tell anyone. Don't show that video. I'll do anything."
He seemed to have expected this. He tells you that he'll keep it a secret--in exchange for you being his secret lover.
You silently gasp, and your small cock twitches at that thought: a secret lover? Could this be a blessing in disguise? You do your best reluctant voice as you agree to do it.
He wants the deal sealed with a kiss. He walks over to you, and you get goosebumps at his strong body towering over your small frame. He takes your face in his hands and kisses your lips. Ooh--he's good. Your cock jumps at the touch of another man's lips. Ooh, mmm--you kiss back. His hands leave your face and wrap around your waist. Is that his tongue? Oh, God, he wants to French kiss. You open your mouth. Oh, wow, your tongue is touching his, and you get a girl-moment as you lift a leg in the air. Your hands wrap around his neck as you kiss back. Mmm, mmm ...
You fall under the spell. You kiss all over his face. Lipstick decorates his face. Your hand reaches for his crotch. He pulls away and smiles. He calls you a sissy slut. Do you want to suck his cock? You do, you really do. He tells you to get on your knees. He unzips his pants and brings them down. Oh, wow: he's huge--at least nine inches. Your hands shake as you take ahold of it. You close your eyes: you kiss it at first--it sent shivers to your spine. Opening up, your mouth goes wide before taking the cock. Mmm--it tastes good. You bob up and down as he moans in pleasure: you like sucking his cock--it's amazing--and you wanted it, didn't you? You once tried your cupcake's pleasure-toys and dildos but it was nothing like this. A real cock, and you were really sucking it.
He grabs your head and he starts fucking you: skull-fucking you. His cock touches the back of your throat and you gag--you love it. You feel something warm: he came in your mouth. There is cum in your mouth. Swallow it. Swallow every last drop. It tastes delicious.
He smiles at you as you pull away from his cock. He now takes the dress off you, not wanting to ruin your cupcake's dress. Once you are exposed in pretty lingerie, he makes you bend over, with your pantie-covered ass in the air. He pulls them down. Oh, no--he's going to ... to fuck you. You shake as you feel his hard cock touch your ass. He holds you down, and you want to break free and run--but you want to be fucked like a girl more than that.
It's in you: oh, God--it's so big! Ooh--your tight boy-pussy stretches as that monster cock enters you, and you love it. He thrusts in and out of you, and you love it. Say you love it. Say you like being a girl. Say you like dresses and panties and boys. You like to kiss boys, to touch boys, to get fucked by boys. Say you like boys, you want more boys, you love boys, you love being a girl. Say it. Say it! Louder!
It excites you. It makes you cum in your panties, and you cum more when you feel his cum in your ass. You need to get your mind together--what a rush. He leans in, and he whispers, "You're gonna be my girl ... forever", and your fate is sealed with his kisses.
[Finis.]
