Accomplice Phone Sex Abduction

Every now and then I wonder, if I knew then what I know now, would I still call Mistress Janelle? I didn’t know I would end up being pimped out for a sissy accomplice phone sex abduction. After all, all of this is thanks to her. She, more than anyone else, is responsible for what I’ve become. 
I’ve been here, wherever “here” is for several months now, I think. Some days, when the drugs are really strong, and she has me listening to multiple layered audio hypnosis files on headphones while strapped to one of the fuck benches, I forget that I was anything but a perfectly girly sissy slut, born to make cocks hard and then get them off. Born to be an obedient and enthusiastic fuck toy. I had only discovered sissy porn a few months prior to seeing the ad for the website. I had always been fascinated by pantyhose and stockings and sexy lingerie while growing up. When I got out on my own after high school and got myself my own place, I could finally play whenever I wanted without fear of being discovered.

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Before Mistress Janelle took control of my life, I sometimes wore makeup, I had one pair of high heels to go along with a couple pairs of shiny tan pantyhose and a pair of classic black fishnet stockings. By the time he grabbed me, Mistress Janelle had transformed me into a nearly full time sissy slut. I wore make up every day. My hair had grown long. She had me get rid of most of my boy clothes. I barely wore them anymore anyway. Sometimes, I think about the last two sissy assignments she sent me on, both at the adult video store where I would meet and then be abducted by the Sissy Breaker during my accomplice phone sex abduction.

No panties, just my clear pink chastity device. I was the perfect accomplice phone sex abduction victim

The second to last time she let me wear sweats over my sissy outfit but, when I got to the booth I had to take them off and make a video of me riding a huge dildo, watching trans porn and sniffing poppers. I was in hot pink lock on four inch spike heels, sexy AF 24 inch waist pink corset, a tight, sheer, pale, purple belly shirt and super shiny Hooter’s girl pantyhose with the crotch cut out. No panties, just my clear pink chastity device. I was the perfect accomplice phone sex abduction victim.

In my lust and excitement to fulfill my task for Mistress Janelle, I must’ve forgotten to lock the door and I must’ve been making a bunch of noise, because after about ten minutes of me furiously riding my eight inch dildo that I had suction cupped to the floor, a big Hispanic man in a cowboy hat was pulling my face to his big, stiff dick and then I was sucking it and the next thing I knew he had, effortlessly, scooped me up and flipped me upside down and was now holding me by my ankles, so that my body was resting against the cushioned bench but my head was hanging over the edge. Then he started face fucking me as his accomplice phone sex captive.

He held me upside down and fucked my slutty throat for the next ten minutes, grunting and calling me “sissy faggot” and “cock slut” and “bitch boy”.

I had no idea at the time but, this was the Sissy Breaker and my phone sex mistress had set him up with a preview of his next victim, me. He held me upside down and fucked my slutty throat for the next ten minutes, grunting and calling me “sissy faggot” and “cock slut” and “bitch boy”. I loved it and my phone recorded it all. When he finally came, he pumped once down my throat, then pulled out and shot all over my face and hair, then he grabbed my sweats and left. At first, I just sat there, stunned, then I jumped back on that dildo and started sniffing those poppers and riding that plastic cock for all it and I was worth! I wanted to cum sooooo badly. So I rode it. 

I had no idea that the next time Mistress Janelle sent me out, I would never return home, instead becoming another one of the lucky sissies snatched and then trained by the Sissy Breaker. Another soon to be obedient pimped out sissy whore. If I knew then what I know now, would I still call Mistress Janelle? Fuck yeah I would. I love that I’m now a captive sissy phone sex whore and I love that mistress had me abducted.

Sissy Cosplay Phone Sex

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I’m in the Wonder Woman outfit again for Mistress Angelique and ready for sissy cosplay phone sex. He fucks me so goddamn hard when I wear this costume. Last time he left me covered in his jizz and just *so* sore. Who am I kidding though? I love being his slutty captive wonder sissy. I fucking love it. I love the way the iconic high heeled boots made my shimmery smooth pantyhose legs look even sexier than usual, the way they make my ass look so juicy and extra fuckable. I love the custom corset/bustier top that cinches my slim sissy waist into sexy sissy girl curves. And I absolutely love the way he fucks me after he gets me all tied up and helpless. When he starts choking me with the “magic lasso” while his cock pummels my sissy pussy, that’s when I usually start squirting my sissy cream everywhere.

We met on Fetlife, through Mistress Angelique. She encouraged me with sissy cosplay phone sex training and I was pretty new to the kink scene, new to online dating at all really. I was an inexperienced but super eager sissy, desperate for the attention of a real life person that knew what a bitch like me needed. The fact that he loved sexy cosplay was a big turn on for me, typical comic book geek. I met him at a hotel room the first few times. I was so nervous but I could hear Mistress Angelique’s voice ringing in my head. “You want to be a good sissy cocksucking fuck bunny don’t you?” And he seemed sane, he was clean and he smelled nice. 

He made me feel so hot, so sexy. I felt like more than a sissy cosplay phone sex slut.


He really seemed to like how I looked in pantyhose, leotards and, boots. He made me feel so hot, so sexy. I felt like more than a sissy cosplay phone sex slut. I loved how turned on he was by my body and my costumes. I had no idea how much I was gonna love getting fucked. Well, okay, that’s a lie, I had *some* idea, having recently discovered ass play with ‘realistic’ toys. But oh wow, did it ever feel amazing to be his bound, helpless sissy bitch, and have my little virginal sissy booty pounded for hours at a time.

I think back to the last meeting and shiver. If tonight is…anything like last time, I am in for some serious fun. Last time he had me wear headphones at Mistress Angelique’s instruction, that played layered, looped sissy hypnosis audio files of her voice. Then he tied me, face up, to a weight bench, with my head hanging, unsupported, over the edge. My legs were then put into a most delectable, utterly helpless frog-tie. The ring gag made it pretty clear what kind of treatment I was in for. He then proceeded to throat fuck me, somehow both brutally and tenderly. I don’t know how to explain it. I guess you need to be a sissy to understand. See, I had been practicing on my own with what I thought was a pretty thick eight inch “realistic” dildo. I had made my own eyes water gagging on it while I learned to take it’s entire length but, that did not, at all, prepare me for the sheer savagery of his throat fucking.

“Yeah, take it all bitch, take it all wonder whore!”

Through all my sputtering, slobbering, coughing and choking he would hiss, “Yeah, take it all bitch, take it all wonder whore!” or “Good slut, surrender yourself to my cock wonder slut.” Every now and then he would reach over and rub my cock in through my pantyhose, sending even more electric sensations through my already overstimulated body and I’d forget to breath through my nose and start to choke again and then he’d slap my cock really hard. 

The ring gag, of course, protected him from any of my involuntary jaw clenching due to the slaps. I’m pretty sure that the thing that really broke me for good was when he finally started to come. He grabbed my cock and started to squeeze, super hard, and then also started roughly jacking me off in my hose, while he used the other hand to slap my balls, all the while grunting and pumping cum down my throat. Me just choking and writhing and crying and, finally, orgasming helplessly into his fucking vice grip of a fist. When he finally pulled his cock from my throat, he wiped it all over my face. I wanted more. Needed more. I need him to fuck my sissy pussy, to make me his cosplay fuck bunny cock slave.

Thank you Mistress Angelique. You knew just what I needed, I am so glad I called you.