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Not the Job I had in Mind
by sissy daisy
part 1
I was finally out on my own. College was done with (I graduated with a
bachelors degree in engineering), and I was a few days away from starting my
first real job. My family was wealthy enough that money for college was
never a problem, and they got me this great apartment a few blocks away from
the company I would be working at. I grew up in the outskirts of the city
and then went out of state for college. A lot of things had changed as I
would later find out.
The town was pretty liberal, even having what many referred to as the
"pink light" district, or gay part of town. But my parents, and those in the
suburbs, were fairly conservative, as was I. I had just finished with
moving, so I decided to take a stroll about the area to get reacquainted
with the city. I grabbed lunch at a local sandwich shop and decided that I
really needed a haircut to give a great first impression with my bosses. It
was beginning to get dark as I walked out to where I thought there was an
old barber shop, but apparently the whole strip mall had undergone a total
revamp; little did I know that the "pink district" had expanded several
blocks since I had been gone. The small strip, which had once housed a
barber shop, hardware store, and tattoo piercing parlor, was now completely
remodeled. The tattoo shop had apparently changed management, but on either
side were two large businesses; on the left was DRAG: salon for Males and on
the right was QUEEN: salon for Females. I thought the wording was strange, I
had heard of salons for 'Men', but not 'Males'. 'Oh well,' I thought to
myself as I sauntered up to the door and entered.
On my way into the store, I saw two men exiting the store holding hands.
I was a bit startled at first. As I entered the building, I saw them,
through the glass door, begin making out. I saw a pair of beautiful
receptionists at the desk, "Don't those queers have a place of their own?
This isn't the pink district." Both of the ladies looked at each other
knowingly. One of the ladies faces, her nametag said Cheryl, looked pretty
familiar to me, but I didn't know any Cheryls from college and I went to an
all-guys high school, so I just passed it off.
"Good evening sir, my name is Lindsey," the second girl announced as I
approached the desk. "I am afraid that we were just about to close for the
night sir since we have special hours on Wednesdays; but we could take your
information and make you a spot for tomorrow. We have special offers for all
of our newest customers."
"That sounds great I guess. Is there some kind of paperwork or do I just
tell you?"
"We will just ask you a few questions: First, where do you live?" I told
her that I had just moved into the Grande Apartments a few blocks away. "Do
you have any family in the immediate area that may also use our services?" I
responded that my parents rarely come into town, and because of my new job,
I would be too busy to even visit them very often. "OH? What do you do?"
Cheryl asked.
"I am starting a new job on Monday with the Globo-Tech facility. They
still haven't told me exactly what I would be doing, but I hope it will be
more interesting than taking classes."
"Phone number?" I gave them my cell-phone number and then asked why they
close early on Wednesdays. "We have some special clientele that come in for
some special events that happen," Lindsey explained. "Both this place and
QUEEN close down early because we are actually connected and owned by the
same company."
"Well, thank you for all your help and I will be back here tomorrow
then."
"Goodnight," booth ladies said as they waved me off.
I got back to my apartment and decided to have a couple beers and watch a
movie. I was really bored and two beers turned into three, and then four. I
was really buzzed. I suddenly heard a knock on my door at around 9 o'clock.
I wondered who it could be. I opened it up and saw a GORGEOUS woman standing
outside my door; glamorous hair, heavy makeup, LARGE breasts, tight
clothing. "Hello?"
"Mmmm, hello big boy; I am Candycane. Cheryl and Lindsey said you just
moved in to the area and you were a real cutie, and I must say that I
agree." I was totally confused, but totally aroused, and the teepee I was
showing off was proof. "Looks like you think I'm a cutie too," she said in a
breathy alto voice. "I know we just met, but I like you, and you obviously
like me, so why don't we just cut to the chase." With that she was all over
me, kissing me passionately. I was trying to lift up her shirt, but she
wouldn't let me, but she sure tore mine of quickly. After a few minutes of
intense making out, I was VERY ready to go further, and she knew it. She
went back to her purse and grabbed four pairs of pink fuzzy handcuffs. "Do
you know what to do with these?" she asked. I nodded silently. "How 'bout
you go into your bedroom and get ready and strapped down, and I'll be in
after I get ready out here." I quickly grabbed the cuffs and made a b-line
to my bedroom. I completely stripped down and cuffed my ankles and then my
arms to my bed posts. I felt a bit awkward, looking down at my slender body,
sparsely covered with hair and for a moment wondered why such a beautiful
girl would be so hot on me, but I was too hot and horny to reflect on it any
further.
"Are you ready doll?" she asked through the door.
"OH YEAH!" I shouted.
She walked in wearing the hottest lingerie I had ever seen; my cock was
going crazy with lust. She walked in with her hands behind her back
concealing some mystery items. First, she pulled out a blindfold. It was
kind of embarrassing when she put it on me because it was pink with white
lace around the edging, but I knew something good MUST be coming. "I hope
you don't mind, but I want to put some cherry lip balm on you, so when we
have fun I can taste them," she explained as she rubbed the stick of what I
believed to be balm across my lips. I heard a clicking sound, but had no
idea what it was.
If I had known what was going on in my room behind the blindfold would
have had me running for the hills. Candycane had just taken off her panties
releasing her huge cock and was rubbing it with the same pink lipstick she
had applied to my lips. Cheryl and Lindsey, who Candycane had let into the
apartment while I was cuffing myself, were sneaking into the room with
cameras while Candycane began to straddle my chest. "Now give me a huge
smile honey," she instructed. I had no idea what was going on, so I put on
the happiest looking face I could muster. "That's great," she said as Cheryl
and Lindsey silently took snapshots of Candycane with her cock, covered in
smeared lipstick of the same color I was now wearing, inches from my face.
She began to stroke herself to total stiffness while the other girls
continued to snap photos. "I know it is taking a while, but I promise you
the reward will come very soon. Now I need you to open your mouth wide as if
you were eating the best tasting hamburger ever," she instructed as she
ripped off the blindfold. My eyes needed a bit of time to adjust before my
smile was turned to shock as the girls snapped away while Candycane's cum
was shooting into my mouth and onto my face.
I was looking around the room in total terror as the girls continued to
take shots of my now cum covered face, "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!"
"Oh Cheryl," Lindsey started, "it looks like we have a queer on our
hands."
"Look at those cuffs and that blindfold Lindsey," Cheryl responded, "he
must be a sissy queer too."
I struggled to break myself free, but the cuffs were strong, and
Candycane was still straddling my chest with her cock in my face. "LET ME
GO!!! I will SOO call the cops on you."
"And if the cops came here and saw you in your current predicament, do
you really think they would believe you?" Candycane answered. "Now you are
going to be a good girl for us or your boss, your family, and everyone else
you know will get copies of these pictures." With that Candycane got off my
chest and took the camera from Cheryl as Lindsey put hers down on my
dresser. They both began to pull down their skirts and panties to reveal
that they too were sporting nice hardons. They stood to either side of the
bed, hovering their cocks above my head while Candycane snapped new shots.
Moments later, the two ladies let loose their seed all over my face.
"WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?" I screamed as I tried incessantly to get free
of my bindings.
"Because you are a queer little sissy obviously," Candycane retorted.
"I AM NOT!"
"You will be!" Cheryl responded slapping my face with her cock. "Unless
you are a good little sissy and do exactly as we say, these pictures will be
up everywhere. In this town, you are likely to get fired from your job and
lose your apartment and everything."
"Please, please don't!"
"Now isn't this a turn of events?" Cheryl responded. I had no clue what
she meant. My puzzled look gave it away. "Oh, you don't recognize me do
you?" I still had a dumbfounded look on my face. "In high school, you outted
me to the rest of the school!"
"Ch… Charlie?"
"That's right! I told the theater group my secret in confidence. Even
your stage crew buddies were more trustworthy, but you! I begged you not to
tell everybody, but you did anyways. It was my senior year and it was
supposed to be the best year of my life. Instead, it was the worst. Now the
shoe is on the other foot. You may not be gay, but these pictures say
otherwise, and I am NOT afraid to ruin your life the way you ruined mine. I
thought that maybe you would have changed after college, but it was terribly
obvious that you hadn't. The 'pink district' as you called it was able to
expand much further when Globo-Tech decided to create a new building in our
area. They were tired of the alternative community, and rather than worrying
about lawsuits for firing all of us, they arranged for a deal that we all
gladly accepted as we were given big raises and a facility just for us.
"Tonight we are going to leave you here with your new friend Candycane.
Tomorrow, you are going to fulfill your spot at our salon and we are going
to arrange for your new life. But, it may only be a temporary life depending
on if we decide you have cooperated and learned your lesson."
I was terrified at what was going to happen. I began crying as Cheryl and
Lindsey left me cuffed to my bed and Candycane cuddled up to me. "You are
going to be such a cutie," she whispered as she began kissing me and licking
me. Eventually, I was too exhausted and fell asleep with Candycane rubbing
herself along my naked form.
Candycane woke me up at 7a.m. to get me ready for the day. "First things
first," I was hoping she was going to let me go but that was not yet to be,
"You are going to take care of my morning wood." She whipped out her cock
and held it to my face. "Open up and don't you DARE bite down, or you will
pay severely." I cautiously opened my mouth and she unceremoniously slipped
her cock into my mouth. "Suck my clit good bitch or you may experience a bit
of pain." I had no idea what I was supposed to do, but my mouth was going
dry; by the time she was a full mast, my lips and mouth were pretty dry.
"Oh, I'm sorry pet; but I do not have any lubricant, so this is probably
going to hurt" she explained as she pulled her clit out of my mouth and
moved down to the foot of the bed. "Now be good, or else," she warned as she
uncuffed my feet. I knew this could not be going well for me as she slowly
brought my head up pointing to the ceiling. With one quick, dry shove, she
slammed my asshole with her cock. I screamed out in pain as my virginity was
taken. "I know it hurts now, but we will make it much better." She continued
to pump in and out of my ass, her precum lubing up her cock. It hurt
immensely having her huge, swollen member inside my tight virgin ass. Within
moments though, she shoved forward with one great heave and I felt a
warmness filling my ass. I was so sick from the feelings mixed from last
night that I finally just threw up. "You will grow to love that baby. But
now it is time to clean you up." She got a syringe out of her purse which
had been placed on my dresser. "This may hurt a bit," she announced as she
plunged it into the tip of my cock. Boy did it ever hurt. I screamed so loud
I was worried about waking up the neighbors.
"What the fuck did you just inject into my cock?"
"First of all, that pathetic THING is NOT a COCK. It is your sissy
clitty, and you will refer to it as such until you are released. To answer
your question though, it is a chemical compound that is going to severely
weaken you. It will make you a little loopy too, but not strong enough to
resist me. If you even try, you WILL be punished."
"Okay," I responded.
"What kind of response is that? You are just a lowly sissy; you will
address me and all of your superiors, which is everybody, as Mistress or
Master." As Candycane unlocked my wrists, she began chuckling to herself, "I
can't believe you actually fell for all of this. I mean, my name is
CandyCANE. Didn't that tip you off at all?"
"No," I responded dejectedly.
"NO WHAT?" she screamed as she grabbed and squeezed my clitty.
"OW! OW! OW! NO MISTRESS CANDYCANE."
"Better. You really are a dumb sissy. Now, take me to your bathroom." I
lead her in and she immediately began drawing up a bath. She had grabbed
some bottles from her purse and squeezed the contents of two of them into
the water. "Do NOT get your head into that water, but I want you to lie down
and just soak until I give you permission to do otherwise." I meekly
followed her directions and lay out submerged from the neck down as she
headed back to my bedroom. After a few minutes, I began to have a burning
sensation over my body; I ignored it as best I could, but ended up shifting
a little bit in the water to scratch. Candycane must have heard me because
she came into the bathroom and told me to stand up. She pulled the drain
stop and I watched as what little body hair I had was flushed down the
drain. My face was still covered in dried cum, so Candycane quickly snapped
a few new photos before turning on my shower head. She handed me a loofa and
a sweet-smelling soap to wash my face and body with and a very flowery
shampoo to wash my hair with. As I took my shower, I was very distracted by
Candycane squirting a fluid filled bottle up into my asshole while at the
same time stroking my cock… err clitty. Though it was uncomfortable to have
the douche inside my asshole, it was even more awkward that I was becoming
uncontrollably hard. Soon, Candycane had emptied the entire douche contents
into my ass but she continued to stroke. I tried to shower normally, but
eventually I was just about to cum. I was right on the brink, and Candycane
could sense it because she stopped stroking and plunged another syringe into
the head of my cock. It hurt, but the pain was mixed with the pleasure of
arousal. What was really surprising was that, even through the pain of the
injection, my clitty stayed hard and left me feeling very horny. I was
finally done soaping and shampooing when Candycane told me to squat over the
drain. I did as instructed and she spread my asscheeks apart and let the
douche fluid mixed with her cum drain from my body. She told me to remain
squatted as she went back to stroking my clitty. I wanted release SO badly,
but no matter how much she stroked, I couldn't climax. "Perfect!" she
announced and turned off the water.
"What, what did you do?" I asked as I stepped out of the shower.
"Well, a sissy like you must be sweet-smelling and totally hairless. The
chemicals I put in for you to soak in were a hair remover and a flowery
perfume that has had time to permeate your skin. You are going to smell like
a sweet lilac for quite some time."
"But what about my co…. clitty?"
"Well, we need to make sure you are observed as enjoying all that we have
done to you when we take more pictures and such. And this way, it looks
quite obvious that you are."
I was so hot and horny now I would do just about anything for release,
"PLEASE Mistress Candycane… please let me cum. I beg you, I will do ANYthing."
"Oh, I know you will sissy. Now its time to get dressed," she explained
as she led me to my bed. On the bed I saw some of the most horrifying
garments ever invented. "Put them on. NOW!" I hesitantly walked over and
first grabbed the panties. They were the frilliest concoctions ever created.
White lace surrounded every hole, of which there were more than normal. The
front had an opening for my clitty, surrounded by the white lace and topped
with a bow. The back had layers of pink ruffles which did nothing to hide
the small hole that would expose my asshole to whatever these crazy ladies
could imagine. The majority of the panty was made of a pale pink silk, with
dark pink hearts embossed. I slid the horrid thing up my slender, hairless,
trembling legs. Next were the stockings: white stay up above the knee
stockings with a pink bow at the top. Lastly was a VERY large cupped bra,
which matched the lacey pink panties. I felt simply ridiculous.
I looked on my bed to find she had laid out one of my thin white oxford
shirts and a pair of khaki shorts. "I can't wear these! People might see the
bra and the stockings will be CLEARLY visible."
Candycane quickly slapped me across the face. "You clearly LOVE your
undies," she explained as she quickly snapped a few more shots of my wearing
the terribly lingerie. "You should have thought about what it means to do
ANYthing for release. NOW GET DRESSED!" I put on the khakis and shirt and
saw that one could indeed see the pink bra through my obviously male
clothing. "Grab your shoes, your wallet, and make sure to have all of your
money IDs and keys." I put on my most comfortable pair of shoes and grabbed
everything else I was told to get. I met Candycane at my front door;
according to my clock it was now 8:45a.m. I was very aware of the fact that
I kept having to adjust my clitty to keep it from pitching a total tent in
my pants, but it was still very clear that I was hard as a rock. Candycane
attached a pink collar around my neck and a leash connected to it. "Put your
wallet and IDs and money in here and all of your keys except your car keys
and apartment keys," she said as she held up a clear baggy. I didn't have
many other keys, but followed her directions. I handed her my house and car
keys after she opened the door. I thought she was going to lock up, but
instead as she lead me down towards the parking lot, she handed my house key
off to two large men by a moving truck. "You have your instructions boys.
Thanks for all your help." The two men told Candycane that she had nothing
to worry about and then giggled as I passed by. I was walking with my arms
crossed in front of my chest doing my best to cover the bra. Luckily most
everyone else in the complex was asleep as Candycane lead me to the
passenger side of my car. She opened the door and had me sit down with my
knees close together and sitting on my hands. She got into the driver seat
and drove us down to the DRAG salon.
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