A Sissy’s World

This is what normal feels like. To wake up everyday in a single bed wearing a pink frilly dress to the sound of a bell. It is a very familiar sound that rattles above my pillow, and it cannot be ignored. It is coming from the chambers of an Alpha couple who are calling me to come serve them. This is not the only Alpha couple, there are many, and there are many sissies like me who serve them. This Alpha couple who rang my bell, had been up most of the night loudly making love, and now they wanted a sissy to bring them breakfast and change their sheets. Alphas do not like to be kept waiting, and I am in no position to refuse their call. So I brush my hair, put on my heels, and quietly tiptoe across the chamber I share with other sissies who are still asleep in their single beds. This is normal. 

I knew the breakfast order for this couple, sissies tell each other when they learn an Alpha’s preferences. Sometimes it was the food they ate, or the perfume they liked, or even what lingerie pleased them to see a sissy wearing. None of this was difficult to learn, and sissies freely share this knowledge together, it is our purpose to please these Alphas. In the kitchen I cooked their food in silence, except for the rustling of my frilly dress. Once everything was ready, in my heels, I carefully climbed the stairs balancing all the trays and plates up to the Alpha’s chambers. By now I had heard other sissy’s bells ring, that ment more Alpha couples were waking up wanting service. As I passed by their master bedrooms I could hear voices from behind shut doors. Some couples were chatting and laughing, others sounded playful, and some were still making love. All of this was to be expected, as flaccid as sissies were, Alpha’s had a great lustful stamina. I arrived at the chamber of the couple I would be serving today and gently tapped the door with my pink gloved hand, I heard it unlock and it swung open. 

My sissy conditioning had prepared me, so I didn’t flinch at the sight of the naked luscious sweat covered woman who was beckoned me in. On the bed was lying her naked ebony lover now relaxing with an arm behind his head. Both appeared restful now after their lengthy session, I could feel their eyes on me as I placed the trays of food on a stool. The woman rejoined the man on the bed and they kissed, they appeared pleased that another of their appetites was about to be satisfied. They did not bother to get dressed, a sissy is not company. I passed each their food and then waited on them. They ate quickly and were hungry after their night’s exertion. They enjoyed their food say in bed whilst I quietly served them napkins and drinks. I felt they were making note of the frills of my pink dress as they finished eating. I was trying to avert my gaze, but eventually I couldn’t help but glance at the manhood of this ebony Alpha. My mouth began to water, the woman eyed me, my longing glance had not gone unnoticed. 

A smile spread across the woman’s face as she turned to her bull, ‘the sissy likes you’ she said. The bull nodded once and was now staring at my lips. The woman untangled herself and hopped of the bed to look me in the face. ‘You do like him don’t you sissy?’ she asked with the sweat still glistening on her brow and neck. I closed my eyes and obediently nodded frantically. ‘Ok ok ok’ she cooed, ‘I’m going to have a shower, why don’t you pucker those lips and kneel here by the bed. You’ve fed us, now my bull is going to feed you’. She then kissed her lover and squeezed his hand  before turning with a satisfied skip toward the shower. After their trailing finger tips parted, I felt myself involuntarily sink to my knees. The Alpha repositioned himself at the edge of the bee with his powerful legs fenced around me so I could only see his navel, his thighs, and his throbbing member. I could smell his sweat as I felt an uncompromising hand on the back of my head pulling me forwards. I knew what he expected of me, I thought about my training. So I yielded to his advances and leant into his crotch to take a deep breath. 

As my chest filled with the smell of their night’s sex I looked up to see him smiling. My mouth was now very wet, and I had begun to ache with a need to taste him. Maybe it was all the sissy conditioning to find ebony cock attractive, I didn’t care, I felt I was where I belonged. His penis was impressive, I admired it for a moment before gently aiming it to point at me. I could feel it throbbing as I shuffled closer in my pink dress. I felt privileged holding his shaft, and there was triumph in his eyes as my lips opened and my breathing steadied. ‘I’m a lucky sissy’ I thought, as his growing erection invited me to please it. My sissy clit made a single twitch, but it could not move in its chastity cage beneath my panties. I could hear the sound of the woman bathing in the shower, and then thought ‘I hope I have enough time to finish him’. Closing my eyes I opened wide accepting his tip and head. I felt the taste of pre-cum on my tongue, I savoured it, as his warm member filled the corners of my mouth. 

Moments like these are what sissies live for. I felt no doubts, no worry, no questions. For while I was blowing this Alpha, I felt a profound sense of safety. It was comforting for me as a sissy to suck him. I felt like he owned me, and that I was his own cock sucker who he valued because I pleased him. In reality I was being used. Alphas use sissies, but I couldn’t help but feel secure and reassured as I licked, kissed and sucked him. I was feeling what a sissy is supposed to feel. His cock was so glorious, I lost track of everything else as I relished his firmness between my lips. I celebrated inside when I heard him groan, he was enjoying me. I understood why the woman wanted to sleep with this Alpha, he had an irresistible quality that made sissies like me compliant. I then felt two hands on my head as he began to thrust down my throat. His eyes then rolled in his head as his body tensed. At that moment the woman returned to the bedroom drying herself with a towel as the bull took in a sharp breath. She caught my eye as the bull shot his load into my mouth. She grinned at me as the Alpha’s hot cum flooded to the back of my throat and into me. He did not release me, he was waiting for me to swallow all of it. The woman placed a hand on my shoulder and leaned in to kiss her man, now he satisfied I had swallowed it all, he relaxed and let me go.

The woman still grinning then looked down at me and authoritatively said ‘now what do you say sissy?’. I had felt a surge of delight when the Alpha climaxed, and was trying to moderate my breath, ‘thankyou’ I offered weakly and blushed. The woman then offered the bull her towel as he stood up from the bed and made his way to the shower, their day was just starting. My dress rustled as I found my feet, I felt a little wobbly in my heels, I could still taste his cum in my mouth. ‘Careful sissy, my bull may want to use you again when he comes back’, she examined my pink frills and added, ‘I like this dress sissy. I’m going to choose an outfit for this morning, after you’ve changed the bed sheets come and do my hair and nails’. I gave a short courtesy as she turned away to the walk in waredrobe. I was left alone to collect their dirty laundry that was littered around the room and to make their bed. I then followed her to the dressing room where she was modelling a rich elegant silk gown. She heard me enter and without looking away from the full length mirror asked ‘do you think he will like it sissy?’. I could still taste his cock in my mouth as I gathered the nail polish and said softly ‘yes mistress’. 

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