Sissy's new master

As a submissive and obedient sissy with a deep craving for humiliation I’d served a few online Masters during my 50’s, but when I hit 60 I started to crave the experience of serving a Master in real time. I knew that to do this I’d need to join a site through which I could contact local men, and so created a sissy profile on fabguys. I uploaded pics of me as a sissy, wrote a reasonably honest summary of my experience to date, made it clear that it was real domination I was after, and kept a regular eye on who was looking at me.

At first I got a lot of attention, as happens for new profiles, but all of them were either fantasists, versatile, or pic collectors. After a few weeks I almost gave up, when a simple message appeared.

“Faggot: If you are genuine send me your mobile number. If not: fuck off!”

I looked at the senders profile. It was minimal, with no pics and few words, but for some reason felt genuine. He’d been on the site for a few years, and had a few validations. I’d always been careful and hesitant before revealing too many personal details but my needs were strong and so I decided to take a risk and comply.

The message to me had been sent 2 hours previously, but it was only 10 mins when my mobile beeped an incoming SMS message.

“Make yourself available to talk on phone tomorrow between 2pm and 3pm. Failure to answer means this ends immediately. Do not call this number without permission.”

It was a pretty sleepless night as my nerves were stretched. I arranged to take a later than usual lunch and found a bench in a quiet spot in a local park, arriving there at 1:50pm. I held the phone in my hand, my heart beating hard and very nervous indeed. I was expecting to be kept waiting until closer to 3pm but just after 2pm the phone range. I answered it.

“Sissy cunt”. His voice sounded ‘normal’ (not unlike mine) but his then and throughout had a hard edge.

“Yes Sir”
“You will refer to me as Master at all times. OK cunt?”
“Yes Master”
“I will ask you questions now and you will answer immediately with no hesitation. Hesitate and the call ends. Permanently. Understand cunt?”
“Yes Master”
“First name?”
“Neville”
“Answer respectfully you pervert!”
“Master, my name is Neville”
“Married?”
“Yes Master I am married”
“Wife’s name”
“Master, my wife’s name is Joan”
“Does your wife know she’s married to a pervert?”
“She knows I prefer men and that I cross-dress occasionally but not my needs for humiliation and dominance Master”
“Scares you to think she might find out does it sissy?
“Yes Master”
“Tonight send me a vanilla picture of yourself via fabguys”
“Yes Master”
“Tomorrow at this time be in Costa’s opposite the Theatre Royal, upstairs. Understand cunt?”
“Yes Master I understand”

And the call was ended abruptly.

I sent the picture as ordered, and after another sleepless night took another late lunch and waited upstairs in Costas from 1:45pm, very very nervously. As each person came up the stairs I watched in anticipation – a young woman, an elderly couple., a teenage boy – all ignored me and sat on other tables. The top floor of the café was not busy but not quiet, and there was subtle background music playing. After 25 mins (it seemed a lifetime) I took a look at my phone and when I looked up saw a middle-aged man, possibly late 50’s, dressed casually, average build, balding, a bit of middle aged spread approaching me.

He sat down opposite me.

“Hello sissy”

I looked around and was sure he’d been heard. He looked at me and said “Well?”

“Hello Master”
“Yes sissy” he said. “It is very probable that this conversation, or parts of it, will be overheard, but then you say you want public humiliation. But the method should be my choosing, don’t you agree?”
“Yes Master”
“Yes Master what?” said in a hard, and quite loud voice.
“Yes Master You decide how I am to be humiliated”

A pause, and then “Very well. So that my time is not wasted, not yours, I am going to give you a simple choice. Understand?”
“Yes Master”
“If you want to leave now, then do so. No bad feeling either way. If, however you are not a time water, as you state, unlock your phone, place it on the table in front of me, and go downstairs and buy me a skinny latte”

Another slight pause and then “Yes sissy – I am indeed going to use the contacts on your phone as my initial blackmail material to control you totally. Time to choose, sissy”

There was no way now but forward. My hands were trembling as I unlocked my phone, placed it in front of my new Master, and said “Would Master like sugar with his coffee?”

I was shaking as I stood at the counter waiting to buy Master’s coffee. I knew I had taken a major step by leaving my mobile phone with Him, and that it was a complete leap in the dark. At this stage I was more scared than excited, already questioning my judgement, almost wishing I’d not been so stupid as to open my life up to a complete stranger, giving Him the power to control and ultimately destroy me. But it was too late for second thoughts, and as I took His coffee upstairs and walked towards the table I could seem Him looking at my phone and then writing things down in a small notebook.

I placed the coffee in front of Him, sat down and watched for a few minutes while He completed His task. He put away His notebook into a bag and then looked up at me.

“A good start sissy. There’s lots more you will be supplying me with, but these phone numbers will do for now.”

I didn’t reply. I couldn’t reply. My mouth was dry, my heart racing. Inside my mind was going “Shit! Shit! Shit!”

He picked up my phone, toying with it, looking at me.

“So you ‘crave’ public humiliation, do you sissy?”

I must’ve looked confused as he went on

“In your email to me you clearly told me that the idea of public humiliation turned you on”
“That was just talk” I replied.
“Oh dear sissy – forgetting your manners is not good”
“I’m sorry Master – it will not happen again”.
“You’re full of shit really, aren’t you sissy. You forget who is now in charge and how to address me. And now, within minutes of our relationship starting you are trying to back out of the things that actually interest me”

I began to speak but he quickly interrupted me.

“There’s a Primark across the road. Get over there NOW and buy a pair of pink girly panties. Only the panties. Nothing else. It should only take you 10 mins or so. Move!”

Primark is a very popular cheap clothing store here in the UK. It is always busy, especially around lunchtimes. I had bought sissy items there before, but always added male items to the basket to reduce the obvious reason for my purchase at the checkout. Even this limited sissy shopping I found humiliating, but handing over just a pair of panties?

Normally in Primark I spend some time checking out the lingerie section, trying to browse and chose when the fewest people were about. But on this occasion I knew I had little time and little option but to simply get it done. I found the cheap pantie racks, identified some pink panties with little bows and hearts on, found my size, popped them into my basket and made my way to the queue at the checkout. As always the queue was long but it was not obvious what I was buying. Only when I got to the sales assistant – male, early 20’s – did my cheeks redden and I begin to feel the sweat running down my spine.

I paid, took the bag with my panties in, hurriedly left Primark and made my way quickly back to the café. Upstairs Master was waiting but the upper floor was now busier, with no empty tables. I sat opposite Master and started to place the bag at my feed, but Master simply shook his head and pointed at the table. I placed the bag between us.

“So sissy, what have you bought?”
“Panties Master”
“Show me sissy”

By now my mind was simply spinning. Obediently I took the panties from the bag, and as soon as they were out Master removed the bag.

“Hold them up and show me sissy”

I could see a middle aged couple on the table next to ours pretending not to noticed what was happening but stealing glances in our direction. I felt very ashamed, a pervert, totally humiliated. Taking the panties from the table I held them up for Master to see. I could feel my cheeks redden again, feel my heart race, knowing that this performance was happening in a very public place.

“Enjoying this, sissy?” Master asked
“No Master” I replied
“Get used to it sissy, we’ve only just begun.”

He was watching me closely, watching his new sissy property debasing himself in public.

“I take it you are wearing male underpants or boxers today sissy?”
“Boxers Master”
“Walk to the toilets, carrying your lovely new panties by your side, hanging from your fingers. Walk nice and slowly sissy, we want as many people to notice as possible. Change into your new panties, and then return here, carrying your boxers”

I knew I had no choice. I had confessed to craving public humiliation, and understood that true humiliation, and the choice of humiliation can only be chosen and inflicted by another, not by myself. As I stood to go to the toilets Master raised His own phone and took a picture of me holding the panties.

“This will be for your wife sissy, if you disobey me today.”

I nodded, turned and walked, slowly as ordered through the café, holding my girly panties for all to see. In the toilet cubicle, as I took of my trousers and boxers and put on the panties, the realisation hit me that this was the first of what would become many painful experiences, that I had willingly given control over my sexual life to another man, a superior man, and that what I was feeling now was to be repeated, many times, in the coming weeks, months and probably years, and there was nothing I could now do to stop it.

I walked back to Master, carrying my now unwanted boxers, and sat down in front of him.

“Well done sissy. I thought you’d put up even a token resistance, but nothing at all. You are obviously a very weak and pathetic specimen. I’m going to enjoy finding your limits . . . and stretching them . . .and breaking them.”

I didn’t speak but simply nodded my understanding.
“Same time tomorrow sissy. Here in the same place to start with. Understand”
“Yes Master. Thank You Master”
“Go on then – back to work. Your new panties will be a reminder of what you’ve got yourself into”
“Goodbye Master”

I stood and left the cafe and went back to work. My life had just turned on it’s head and would never be the same again.