(By: Domina Amanda) I've had many ask me to tell more of my femdom stories so this next series is something else that happened recently, this time involving a sissy slut I'm training as a whore, and a forced bi experience she had at a BDSM club… well, more than one forced bi experience actually ~laughs~ (I'm putting this story set primarily in the new "sissy stories" category on my blog so you'll find the rest of it there… or you can just follow the "continued" links at the end of each part).
 
Part I
 
Like I said, there's this sissy slut I've been training… a real dirty girl who tries to come off innocent when confronted with what a girlie whore "he" is. But a natural slut like this can't hide from a femdom Goddess like myself, just like the natural sissy nature of a girlie boy is something that's just meant to be. "His" performance in Sissy School made it very obvious what he was - during slut training classes in such things as balls deep oral sex, femdom fisting, forced bi gangbang survival, gloryhole exercises, cheap street and high class whore training, etc., he would always play reluctant, but easily excell at each task. It was in the etiquette classes and fine feminization lessons on how to be a proper, reserved lady, that he did horrible… slut looks and trampy mannerisms would always come out, no matter what the femdom instructors tried. So after a few weeks of this, I decided to make "him" face reality. I removed him from the "pink panty" class he was in… gave him a good, hard spanking and then explained that this nonsense had to stop. A sissy slut you are, and that is what you will always be. After a week of intensive, femdom training in the sissy slut department of our school, I decided to take "his" lessons to another level. And that's where our story begins…
 
Like most femdom stories, this one began at night… early evening to be exact since there were some necessary preparations to be made for what I had planned, and those would take a couple hours to complete. I'm not going to get into heavy details on all that, my focus is on what happened later.
 
After "he" arrived at my house, I first saw to it that he was dressed and prepared fittingly (my sissy maid was in attendance and is excellent at these things… while I sat back and oversaw the transformation) - fishnet stockings and garter belt… sheer lace bra with C-Cup breast enhancers… a short, black leather skirt… a soft, tight red sweater… 5" black patent leather heels… an expensive wig of long, thick black hair… dark makeup and rich red lipstick as fit's a sissy slut… and of course, no panties as they would only get in the way. I left the usual butt plug out, since his boy pussy would be full soon enough. (You know, when it comes to forced bi, I never think those words truly fit for sissies. It's not really forced bi when you think about it… she might be forced to perform, but she is a she after all. So I will use the expression here in its commonly understood form, but only with the above clarification of my personal thoughts.)
 
Now that the necessary feminization had made "he" into she, I put a collar and leash around her neck before taking her out for the evening - I like to walk my whores like the dirty sex slaves they are. It's not just the clear statement of domination and ownership I like, or for that matter the obvious BDSM touch… I just think a collar and leash looks hot on an owned human animal. What better way for a dominatrix to walk her pet.
 
We headed to the city… downtown to a BDSM club that would fit what I had in mind for this sissy slut (ah, the ubiquitios BDSM club, setting for so many good femdom stories… this one was a little less seedy than the average, being a bit more bar focused which legally limited it due to alchohol, but it had a fitting set of "private areas" kept out of the eye of the law ~grinz~). I had another slave of mine act as our driver - a well built stud boy I dressed in solid black with a chastity belt locked firmly in place. At the last moment I decided to add a ball gag… a nice finishing touch he would wear the entire night.
 
When we arrived at the BDSM club, my driver of course opened and held the door for us as we exited the car… offering me his hand as I stepped from the vehicle. The club's manager had been outside at the time and when he saw us he rushed forward to greet me and welcome me inside… the professional dominatrix is the revered celebrity in such places and is treated accordingly. My slave boy driver was left behind… he would wait quietly with the car until summoned.
 
My sissy slut trailed behind me on her leash as we entered the club… the manager escorting us past the line of unimportant creatures waiting to get in and then past those who congregated in the common room. He knew I would want a more private place, set apart from the part time BDSM crowd out for their monthly thrill. He took us to one of the reserved booths and called a latex clad waitress over to take my order - gratis, of course. If I didn't have business involving the further training of my sissy slut, I might have taken the waitress home with me that night - she was wearing a latex school girl outfit and had a pair of tits that had been enhanced to a point so glorious they were just short of ridiculous… but torturing that mouth watering pair of tits would have to wait til another evening. Tonight I had a whore to pimp out (continued - forced bi sissy stories).
 
Domina Amanda
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1. felicienne emeline, September 2, 2008:

   Your sissy story has my face red and heart beating fast, Domina. As a good girl I am embarassed to continue reading, but I can’t help myself! The shame of it!!