Sissy Shades Of Grey

Christian's humiliation and descent into sissyhood continues as he's forced to jerk off in front of a hotel maid. Yes, I've made him quite OOC and a real bastard to justify his treatment at the hands of his Goddess. This is forced fem, people, and it follows certain tropes. No likey, don't readey ;)

Christian wanted to escape, to break free of Anatasia's control and resume his life as powerful billionaire. But her subliminal programming was too strong. He had no choice but to spend the night curled up at her feet like a lapdog.

The next morning, she left him a set of instructions for the day before sashaying out to spend his billions.

His instructions were simple. He was told to wait until she was gone then put on the lingerie at the foot of the hotel bed and jerk off in them. Afterwards, he was to spend the day in his cum-crusted lingerie, jerking off every two hours. He wasn't allowed to shower, lock the door, leave the room or try contact anyone for help.

"Have fun jerking that sissy worm you used to call a cock," Anastasia laughed on her way out.

At the sound of the tinkling laughter, he wanted to throw himself at her, push her face into the carpet, push his throbbing co- sissy clit into

her. It was no use. Even in his fantasies, he could only think of it as a sissy clitty.

The moment she left, he picked up the lingerie. With trembling fingers, he stroked the soft satin material, the rougher lace edges. He'd always

loved lingerie and insisted his bitches wear it under their clothes at all times.

He smiled at the memory of blackmailing one bitch into wearing crotch-less red panties, an elaborate garter belt and whorish fishnet stockings to a

certain occasion. Too bad that occasion had been the funeral of her beloved mother.

He often wondered if anyone knew she was wearing her slut-wear and a silent vibrator under her sombre black dress.  The vibrator had been

remote operated - he'd amused himself by switching it on whenever she started sobbing.

At the thought of the bitch's distress (made worse when he forced her to noisily orgasm during the sermon), Christian started to harden. He wanted

nothing more than to run his hands up and down his coc....sissy clitty and jerk off thinking about the bitch's sniveling humiliation.

Instead, he found himself slipping on his lacy pink underwear and heart- patterned stockings. A frilly training bra completed the look. He didn't

need a mirror to know he looked ridiculous.

Obedient to Anastasia's subliminal control, he then lay down on the bed and began to masturbate. It was almost a relief to stroke himself as he imagined his humiliated ex sobbing and jerking throughout the funeral.

He could feel his own orgasm building when the door opened. The Latino hotel maid stared at him with round eyes, the towels in her arms forgotten.

All arousal fled Christian's mind. He knew how she must see him. Not powerful. Not a dominant male.  Just some sissy pervert lying on the bed,

frantically jerking off in his lacy underwear. Even worse, the kind of sissy pervert who probably couldn't even get it up without wearing lacy

underwear.

He wanted to stop. To leap to his feet and order the brown bitch to leave. Or better yet, to grab the back of her head and force her mouth

onto his erection. He'd done this sort of thing before (money could buy people's silence afterwards.)

Instead, he continued to stroke his sissy clit, alternatively tugging and jerking it, his hips bouncing off the bed as his orgasm approached.

"Ooh. Ooooh," he moaned helplessly.

"What-what are you doing?" stammered the maid.

"Jerking my co-sissy clit, ooh, sissy-clit, sissy oooooh," he whimpered, his hand now a blur. Christian blushed deeply as hot humiliation washed

through him.

But he had no choice. His mind might be a riot of fear and confusion but his body didn't care.  In fact, it wasn't really his body anymore. He was

a puppet manipulated by Anastasia's instructions.

He continued to play with himself, jerking his hips upwards with every tug, feeling his sissy satin panties bunching in the crack of his ass.

The Latino maid began to laugh. It started as a simple giggle but soon she was openly guffawing at him.

He came with the sound of her laughter in his ears.

To Be Continued....