My Sissy Apocalypse

My Sissy Apocalypse.

I stumbled along after my Mistress as the leash attached to my collar pulled and made me a little unsteady in my high heels.

My hands shackled behind me didn't help, and I did everything I could to keep my balance.

I was wearing 6" stripper fuck me heels, that were locked on to my meet via my ankle shackles and chains with padlocks.

With fishnet stockings and suspenders, with added leather leg harness which had two thigh straps. Tightly locked in padlocks, this was to ensure I couldn't remove my stockings.

A tiny micro skirt, that only covered half my ass. Leaving everything on show.

I wasn't allowed to wear panties, and my steel chastity cage hung freely and my butt plug visible.

My chastity cage was permanently locked with a PA piercing and a perennial piercing with the ring over the chastity ring.

My pierced nipples were covered by tiny bikini triangles that were pink nylon semi see through. And of course my collar.

There was no denying what I was, anybody who saw me knew exactly what I was. I couldn't help it, I didn't want this. But when you're sold into slavery, you never have a choice in what you will end up doing.

Me, I ended up being turned into a sissy sex slave.

Some say I was be fortunate as I didn't have to slave away in poor conditions. The worker slaves had short life expectancy.

Some say I was unlucky by being feminised and turned into a sissy sex slave as there was no going back, and being a sex slave had its own draw backs.

While I didn't like it as first, it beats being down a mine or something. Sure I have to suck cock and have anal sex, but is that really that bad? The sex even felt good now, especially when I cum in my chastity cage.

I had started to embrace my lifestyle, I quickly learned that being compliant made things much better for me.

Mistress tugged the leash hard, making me stumble forward and she chuckled.

She walked me into the town bar, we had been here before.

I stayed behind her submissively as she ordered a drink.

"I'll have a glass of red wine, please bartend" Mistress said to the bartender, she was polite and nice with him.

"Anything for your slave, miss?" He asked.

"Oh, don't worry about her she will be having hers very shortly" she smiled wickedly as she took her glass and walked over to one of the booths in the run down bar.

Mistress stopped in front of the booth and stood aside. I skuttled in between her and the entrance to the booth as she grabbed my ass, "such a tease, little slut" she spanked me as I moved in to the booth and began to sink to my knees slowly, manouvering my body in between the bench and the table.

When I was on my knees I straightened up and got under the table as Mistress took her seat at the booth. She pulled my leash, pulling me between her parted legs. She opened her legs slowly as she pulled me closer to her crotch.

She stopped pulling but held me there, I could see the bartender watching out the corner of my eye.

Mistress had intentionally positioned us at the edge of the booth so that any body can see.

A hand stroked my face, before she hooked a finger in her panties and pulled them to the side.

Her huge cock sprung out and slapped me in the face and bounced.

I immediatley wrapped my lips around her thick veiny cock and began to suck.

The punishment is always harsh if I'm ever uncompliant.

I began bobbing my head up and down, taking her deep. I had also learned that the quicker I made her cum, the sooner I didn't have to suck anymore.

Sometimes....

But that was incentive enough for me to always put extra passion and effort into sucking mistress's cock. Even if only half the time she didn't make me continue, it was worth it.

"Mmm, good girl" she moaned as I went deep, I felt her hand on my head pushing me deeper. Her hand took a handful of my blonde hair and began controlling me, controlling how fast and how deep I sucked her cock.

She loved hearing me cough, gag and slputter. Every time I did I felt her cock pulse with excitement.

She pulled me deep, pushing her cock down my throat. It was thick enough to fill and stretch my throat. She held me tightly in place by my leash and her hand holding my head and hair.

She began sliding back and forth on her chair, pushing her cock deeper, then pulling out just enough so that I could breathe a little. She looked at me with a wicked smile as I looked up and begged for mercy with my eyes.

She was putting on a show for the bartender and other customers who had begun to notice and watch.

I found myself wanting to impress and please Mistress since she wanted to make a show of it. I went deeper after her pushes, bringing extra moans and telling me I'm such a good girl.

I was really going for it, I found myself wanting her to cum. Wanting to make her cum. I guess her conditioning was starting to take hold. Lately I've spent more hours in the day sucking her cock than not, and most of the other time she was fucking me.

Mistress had a huge sex drive, and a cock to match it. She takes these pills which are special kind of viagra, they make her hard, but only when she wants to. Not as a constant thing. And they also hugely increase her sperm production.

Meaning that I'm usually sucking her cock and fucking me multiple times a day.

Sometimes more.

When she wants it, she gets hard instantly, and cums large amounts every time.

Some days we would spend all day and night in her tent just fucking me and having me suck her cock.

We spent weeks in the desert alone while she trained and conditioned me as her personal sissy slut.

I refelected on my life as Mistress casually fucked my throat, hating what I've become.

And I felt her cock begin to pulse as she held me deep and shot her load down my throat. I swallowed as I'd been trained to do.

I quickly learnt never to waste a drop of Mistress precious sweet cum.

Not because of the severe punishment, but because it was only thing I was ever really given to eat.

That's right, I'm on a strict cum diet. Luckily Mistress cums a lot and often, so I'm never really too hungry. The hormones and nutrients she gives me takes care of the rest. I knew there was no going back as I gulped down Mistress's cum.

She finally let go of me and let some slack on my leash.

I pulled back a little but continued sucking her cock.

She hadn't told me to stop, and I didn't dare stop sucking.

"Mmm good girl" Mistress praised me. She was proud of what she had turned me in to.

"We are running low on your hormones and vitamins, you know what means" Mistress stated.

Holding eye contact I nodded, deepthroating her cock with each nod of my head.

This made her smile and she stroked my face.

"You are to visit Mr. Johnson in his usual hotel room at 2pm, you like mr Johnson don't you?"

I shuddered at the thought of him, I hated the fat old slimy perv.

"Oh give over, I've seen the way you blush whenever he gives you back. Don't think I don't know that he unlocks your clitty and sucks you till you cum. He pays extra for it." Mistress laughed as I blushed.

"He has you for 4 hours today. You are to do EVERYTHING he tells you, understood"

I nodded again, deepthroating her cock again as she sighed in pleasure.

"You also have Mr Blackwell at 8pm"

I flynched at his name, he was quite cruel and loved to inflict pain.

Mistress chuckled and winked at me.

"Don't worry, He has been told to not leave many marks on you as you have some new clients after him"

Mistress stroked my cheek as her cock pulsed and rewarded me with another big load in my mouth. I swallowed it down greedily, I was so hungry from not having my usual breakfast.

She pulled her cock out of my mouth and stared at me expectantly.

With a look of dissapointment on my face, I gently folded her penis back into her panties and rearranged them before pulling her skirt down.

"Don't worry, you will be getting plenty later on" Mistress chuckled.

She pulled the leash tight and pulled me up out the booth, the leash yanked my face into her ass cheeks as she pulled me with her as I stumbled to my feet.

We left the run down bar.

I approached Mistress's motorcycle and stopped, waiting for her command.

The bike had a dildo secured firmly to both the riders seat and the passengers seat.

I waited as Mistress swung her leg over the motor cycle and lowered herself onto the dildo with ease. With one swift motion she sat down and the dildo slid easily inside of her.

I could only imagine the life she had before when she was a slave years ago.

I felt the chain to my collar pull tight and I stumbled towards the motorcycle.

I knew what I had to do, and headed towards the rear seat of the bike which had a replica of Mistress's penis attached to the seat.

But before I got there, Mistress pulled my leash tighter.

"Up front slut, sit on my cock" she ordered as she started the motorbike and her cock sprung free from her panties as she revved the motor bike.

I swung my leg over the motorbike in front of my Mistress and climbed up, backing down onto her cock slowly as she held it to line up.

I gasped as her cock slid inside me easily, I felt her hand on my shoulder pushing me down.

"Good girl" Mistress whispered into my ear as she started the motorbike. I gasped as I felt the vibrations through her cock.

She spanked my ass, so I began rocking back and forth on her cock.

"Mmm, such a horny little slut. Look at you dribbling cum already" she grabbed my leaking caged cock as she revved the bike harder.

We pulled off as I rocked on mistress's cock as people glanced, and looked away.

Just another unlucky sissy sex slave in the apocalypse. I saw some dirty looks, but also pitying glances. I rocked on mistress's hard cock as she drove the motorcycle to the outskirts of town.

Everybody knew exactly what I was, a sissy sex slave.

I felt her cock go rigid and start pulsing.

"Some extra lube for your client" she said as I felt her explode inside of me.

"Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress I replied as I rocked back and forth on her pulsing cock.

Thank you for reading.

I'm working on a prologue detailing our Sissie's start in becoming a slave.

And also a continuation is coming soon.