I need to be sissified

I’m a cis man and I'm perfectly happy in who I am, deep voice, hairy chest (for now), strong hands, the whole straight package. But my brain has been hijacked lately by this burning, throbbing need to be completely sissified and owned by a cruel domme who treats me like her private anal whore while keeping the outside world none the wiser. In public I stay fully male, suit and tie, firm handshake, deep laugh, except for the constant reminders she plants on me. A thick steel plug locked in my asshole during brunch so every shift in my seat makes my smooth cheeks clench around the wide base. A remote vibrator buzzing against my prostate in the middle of a work meeting, set to random pulses that force me to bite my lip and hide the wet spot forming in my underwear from all the leaking. She’ll text me “squeeze that sissy cunt for me” while I’m ordering coffee, and my hole obeys like it’s been trained to milk invisible cock.

The instant we’re alone the transformation is brutal and immediate. She drags me to the bathroom and waxes every single inch of my body until I’m smooth from neck to toes, chest, back, arms, legs, balls, taint, and especially my tight pink asshole until it’s completely hairless and glistening under the lights. No more manly fuzz. I’m her polished fuckdoll. Then comes the makeup session heavy smoky eyes, long fake lashes, bright cherry red whore lips, heavy contouring so my face looks like a cheap porn star ready to be ruined. She dresses me in the sluttiest lingerie she can find, micro pink thong that disappears between my waxed cheeks, sheer black stockings clipped to a garter belt, a lacy push-up bra stuffed with heavy silicone inserts that make my fake tits spill out and bounce every time I move. Over that she sometimes adds a tight corset that cinches my waist and forces my new tits up like an offering.

The tiny pink chastity cage is non-negotiable. She laughs while she shrinks my cock down with ice, then snaps it on tight until my balls bulge out obscenely and my useless clit is trapped in humiliating pink plastic. “This pathetic little thing is retired forever,” she tells me, flicking the cage so it swings. “Your only orgasms from now on come from that greedy asshole I’m turning into a proper pussy.” She keeps the key on a necklace between her real tits, teasing me with it while I throb and leak clear fluid that drips down my smooth thighs.

Hypnosis becomes her favorite weapon. Night after night she puts me under deep, looping slutty triggers into my brain until they’re permanent. One snap of her fingers and my asshole starts self-lubricating, twitching and winking like a needy cunt begging to be filled. Another word and I drop to all fours, back arched, moaning “use your sissy pussy please” in a high breathy voice I can’t control. She records me repeating affirmations for hours, “I am a locked anal slut, my cock is worthless, my hole exists only for her pleasure”, until the words are burned into my soul. The hypnosis makes me crave bigger stretches, makes my prostate swell and pulse at the mere thought of her toys.

And fuck does she use that asshole like it’s her personal pussy. She starts slow but quickly escalates, hours of training with progressively fatter dildos, making me lube them myself and ride them on camera while she directs. “Deeper, whore. Stretch that man cunt until it gapes.” She’ll strap on a massive veiny cock and pound me doggy style, slamming against my prostate until my caged clit dribbles weak spurts of ruined cum onto the sheets without ever being touched. She makes me squat and push the toys out hands free so she can watch my ruined hole wink and gape slightly before she shoves it back in. After every hard session she makes me clean the toys ass-to-mouth on the dildo only, licking my own ass juice off the rubber while staring into her eyes and thanking her for wrecking me.

The permanent changes are where it gets truly filthy and irreversible. I guess I won't be avle to hide this side of me in public anynore. She books me for breast implants,big, round DD tits that will jiggle under my dress shirts in public, nipples pierced with little heart bars I can feel rubbing against the fabric all day. She adds a Prince Albert piercing through the head of my caged clit so even the smallest movement tugs and reminds me of ownership. Permanent laser hair removal everywhere below my eyebrows. Maybe subtle lip fillers so my mouth always looks slightly pouty and used. She whispers about low-dose hormones to soften my skin and make my ass fatter while keeping my voice and face mostly male for the public facade. A tattoo right above the chastity cage in delicate script: “Domme’s Exclusive Anal Cunt, Permanent Property.”

She adds so many more degrading rituals I haven’t even mentioned yet. Every morning I wake up plugged and locked, then spend twenty minutes doing “pussy exercises”, clenching and releasing my asshole around the biggest plug she chooses while repeating my hypnosis triggers out loud. She makes me wear a collar hidden under my collar shirt at work, attached to a thin chain that runs down to the cage so any movement pulls on both ends. On weekends she does full body writing in permanent marker—words like “hole,” “slut,” “useless cock,” “ruined pussy” scrawled across my waxed skin so I have to scrub for hours to hide it before Monday. She trains me to squirt lube from my ass on command, then forces me to lap up every drop from the floor like an animal. Orgasm control is merciless: weeks of denial followed by forced prostate milking sessions where she milks my swollen gland until I’m shaking and crying, producing only watery pathetic leaks while my hole spasms violently. She makes me sleep with an enormous inflatable plug inside, pumping it bigger each night until I wake up stretched and sore, begging to be fucked again.

Public risk ramps up too. She’ll send me to the gym plugged and caged, making me do squats so the toy grinds my prostate until I almost cum in my shorts. At restaurants she controls a Bluetooth prostate massager from across the table, edging me for the entire meal while I try to hold a normal conversation, my waxed thighs trembling and my thong soaked. She makes me keep a diary of every time my hole twitches in public, reading it aloud while she fists me later.

This isn’t a phase. This is me fantasizing daily about total erasure of my male pleasure while keeping the cis male mask in the world. I want her to own every inch, my smooth waxed skin, my locked dripping clit, my hypnotized brain, my permanently stretched and tattooed asshole that now functions as my only pussy. I want to be her secret sissy fucktoy who gets bigger implants, more piercings, deeper hypnosis, and filthier rules every month until there’s no turning back.