SISSY

Training

Lucy is a natural sissy. I knew it the first time I laid eyes on him when he came to visit at my request on an Internet forum. After 3 months of Internet chat, I was ready to implement my plan. I knew he had money. He inherited most of it from his parents when they died in a horrible automobile accident a few years ago. I knew he was well educated, too, with a doctorate in electronics, but he was retired now that he was rich. He drove six hours to get to my home from his. When he knocked on my door he had two dozen roses behind his back, and when I opened the door to let him in, he stuttered his name and brought the roses from behind him to hand them to me.

"Hello, Chloe. I'm... I'm... Lu... Luc... Lucy. I brought you some roses." He looked concerned that I might not like roses.

"Well, thank you, Lucy. The roses are lovely. Please come in." I took the offered roses, filled a vase with water, and placed them on the bookcase at the far wall of my living room. "Would you like some wine? Or a beer?"

"Uh... thank you. Wine is good."

"Coming right up." I brought out a bottle of Chablis and poured two flutes, handing him one as I sat beside him on the sofa. I purposely sat so that my thigh brushed against his, and I put my hand on his leg just above the knee. I could see that he was quite nervous, and I hoped the wine would settle him a bit. You can't train a skittish horse, and you can't train a skittish man, either. As we continued our conversation, I continued to refill his wine flute, while nursing my own with small sips to avoid getting high myself. My object was to seduce the poor widower of two years who probably hadn't had sex since his wife's death. At 46, he was twenty years my senior, just the way I like my boi toys.

His build was almost exactly what I had expected from information gathered during our Internet chats. At six feet tall and weighing about 155 pounds, he was slender, and I noticed he had very little stubble on his face, so I expected to see only a minimum of body hair. He was taller than my 5 feet 5 inches and heavier by 50 pounds, but that wouldn't be a problem. He'd be perfect for what I had in mind. It was going to be fun turning him into a plaything for my friends and me.

We continued to talk, about everything and nothing, and I inserted some seemingly innocuous questions to gain more information without appearing to. After several flutes of wine, he began slurring words, so it was time to set my plan into motion.

I began stroking his thigh, moving higher and closer to his crotch as I continued our conversation. I could see that his cock was growing, and from the bulge, it appeared that he was well hung. Even better than I expected. A sissy with a large cock had advantages not inherent in a minimally endowed boi toy.

"Are you tired from the drive down from Atlanta?"

"I think the wine is making me sleepy, Chloe. I'm sorry to be such a dullard."

"Oh, you're not dull, Lucy. I find you quite the opposite." Yeah, right. But that would change. "Why don't we go to the bedroom, and you can lie down and rest a bit. We have time before we go for dinner." I stood and took his hand, pulling him up beside me.

He followed me like the puppy he would become as I pulled him along toward the bedroom. I stood beside the king-size bed and faced him. "Let me just get your shirt off so it won't wrinkle, okay?"

"Okay..."

I took his shirt, placed it over a nearby occasional chair, and went back. "Now, just sit on the bed and let me get those shoes off for you." He didn't object as he sat. When his shoes and socks were off and shoved under the bed, I unbuckled his belt, told him to rise a bit so I could pull his slacks off, he sleepily complied. I put them with his shirt and then pushed him onto his back on the bed.