“Coercing the Sissy: Ms. Becky Goes Panty Shopping & Picks Up More than New Panties: Part 1” is the first of a 3 part audio series. Be sure to check out the audio, and don’t forget, our sissy girl’s story continues in Part 2 & Part 3.
Sissy on the Downlow
And that’s when I saw you, lurking in the panty shop, trying so desperately to blend in and not attract any attention, like a pretty, feminine, shy little wallflower, just waiting to be plucked… As I observed the sway of your hips, the way your cute little tongue darts out of your mouth to moisten your lips, and trembling of your fingers as you caress the silken red panties in your fingers, I knew that you were more than just a run of the mill pervert trying to sniff panties. You were a fucking sissy girl, and by the looks of the fear in your face, quite a submissive one. I knew I had to feminize you, and I knew just how to coerce your obedience. I feel a rush of juices soak my last remaining pair of dry panties as an idea forms in my head… I know just how to coerce the sissy!
Coerced Feminization: Laying the Trap
I continue to stalk you your movements like a lithe panther stalking my prey. If you were an observant pet, you would have been able to pick up my scent in the air, the quickening of my breath from behind, felt my eyes burning a hole in all your soft sissy spots. I watch as you try to circle the sales bin of pretty lacey panties, all while desperately attempting to not broadcast your obsessive interest. Finally, as you could no longer deny yourself, I see your trembling fingers reach out and caress the silky lace, a little sigh of ecstasy releasing from your lips.
I walk up confidently right next to you, all but pinning you to the wall with the heat of my body, while studiously ignoring you, creating the need for you to both shrink away from my attention and the desperate need for you to grab my attention. I reach in the bin and grab onto the very panties you were fugitively attempting to molest, wrenching them from your fingers with a confident swipe. “Oh, I am so sorry” I coo. “I didn’t even see you there” I say, letting you know how little impact you had on me. I look up into your eyes, giving you my most disarming smile. I see your eyes fall to my lips, and I dart the pink tip of my tongue across my lips, moistening them in the most enticing way with a little grin.
I hold up the panties we had mutually selected, fingering the raspberry mesh cheeky panties I had ever so cleverly swiped from right under your nose. You take a stumbling step backwards, with your cute little face becoming painted with the most delightful deep red blush as I mockingly hold up those panties in front of your waist, mentally stripping you down and dressing you in them with my mind’s eye.
You quickly cry, in a husky little denial, “No, ma’am, these aren’t for me. I was just-” you stop short as you see the fire of my temper flare in my eyes, as I have always despised a liar.
“Is that so?” I ask tauntingly. “Well, tell you what, if that’s the case, why don’t we just take it to the management, yea? If you aren’t here molesting these pretty panties and fantasizing about having them slipped up those curvy, feminine whore hips, I am sure that sissy pussy won’t be all wet and swollen, would it? Let’s go ahead and get this matter settled”, I saw, as I make a move to beckon her over. A look of pure sweet panic comes over your face and you move forward to stop me, betraying yourself utterly in the process.
Ms. Becky Seizes Control of the Sissy
“Well now, now that we both understand the ground rules, follow me slut” I say, as I began filling your arms with delightful wispy, colorful fabrics. I push the raspberry mesh panties into your waiting arms and find the matching lace balconet bra, to push that titty flesh up and out. I add to the pile a red corset, stockings and bikini panties, a stiped and flowered little number I just knew would give you that delightful contradiction of innocence and utter whoredom, a dove gray lace thong set that I knew would look absolutely yummy on you, and mesh thong teddy and stockings that would frame your curves perfectly.
I walk confidently towards the changing rooms, shouting out to the clerk Amber that “Hey girl, I got another one of these faggy sissy girls trying to molest your goods. Let’s teach this fucking sissy bimbo a lesson she won’t soon forget”. Your eyes bulge out of your head, and your face turns the color of that pretty little corset you’ll soon be wearing, and you shoot a panicked look towards Amber, the busty, curvy redhead you see skipping off merrily to lock the door and turn the closed sign on. As your eyes scan the room in confusion, you see that there are still at least 3 customers in the shop still, all turning towards you to see what the commotion is about, malicious grins painting their pretty faces.
The More the Merrier
To your horror, I turn towards the ladies, and order you “be a doll, and set up the chairs for the fashion show, yes?”, taking all the pretty silky fabrics from your arms. You obediently set about to complete my instructions, making a lovely makeshift runway down the store, starting at the changing room and leading right up to the door. As I look over your work, my eyes snap to your fearful gaze, and I march you into the changing room to get started.
Your nerves have got you completely spun out, and your breath is coming in shallow little gasps. “I don’t understand what’s happening- why are you doing this to me. I was just shopping for my wif-”
“HEY, I AM NOT GOING TO TELL YOU ONE MORE TIME- stop with the fucking lies. Do you want me to spank you in front of my friends for being a lying little whore? Is that what you want?” At your look of terror, my juices begin flowing in the most delightful of manners. “Strip”, I say. You begin to protest, but as you look into my eyes, you find your fingers going to the button don shirt and you begin to dutifully remove your clothes, until you are standing in a pool of hideous garments.
Sissy Girl Faces the Truth
“Follow me, sissy girl”, I say as I march you towards the waiting guests. You stand there, terrified, coated in sweat and sparkling little tears beginning to eke out of your sissy eyes. “Sissy faggot needs a little tune up before we begin. This stupid fucking bimbo keeps trying to deny that she is a fucking sissy, and its starting to piss me off. Just look at how this whore responds to sissy humiliation- I mean, look at her”, I gesture towards her. “Look at that swollen, leaky clitty- look at how tiny it is. I fucking know cock, believe you me, and sweetheart, that simply doesn’t qualify. Hold your tits together” I instruct you. “See look at those womanly curves,” as you hold your breast up like a weak subby slut. “Now, you get to find out what happens to sissy bitches who deny their natures like deceitful fucking whores” I say as I reach out and cruelly pinch your nipple. I instruct you to bring me a chair and set it up in the middle of the makeshift stage. You figure that your whore ass is about to be publicly spanked in front of these gorgeous, confident, domineering women, but I surprise you by having a seat in that chair, instructing you to drape yourself over my lap to be spanked like a naughty bitch. One by one, in increasing intensity, you feel the stinging slaps of my hand heat up your bottom. You are so ashamed that the last few wallops were so hard and painful, two beautiful tears fell down those sissy girl cheeks.
“See, bitch. Only faggy sissies cry like a fucking girl when their asses are beat. What are you?”, I say. “I’m a man” you cry, stuttering out the words over your faggy little sobs. “What are you, sissy girl?” I continue asking, as my hand fall on your hot ass, turned up and exposed for all to see. The girls leave their seats, one by one, and begin joining in on the sissy beating fun. Our fingers dig into your flesh, grasping and turning and twisting you around so you are lying on your whore back, with that swollen fucking pussy all exposed to us. “I think this sloppy pussy needs to be beaten, girls. This faggy bimbo stills thinks she’s a man, and I think she needs to learn once and for all, that she is nothing more than a sissy whore, designed to serve us REAL women.”
Breaking the Sissy
Your sweet sobs and mewling whines continue as we begin beating that swollen pussy. You beg and plead for us to stop but know that it is in vain until you say those magic words I so need to hear. “I’m a sissy bitch. I’m a faggot sissy girl. Please, please stop beating me. Please, I’ll be good. I’ll obey you, Ms Becky. I promise. Yes, ma’am- Ill suck cock like a good sissy girl. Yes, Ms Becky, you can fill my sissy hole with all the cock you want. Please, Ms Becky, please have mercy” you beg and plead oh so prettily.
“You’re going to be a good sissy girl now for Ms Becky, aren’t you, bimbo? You’re going to be obedient, pleasing, and you’re going to put on a nice sexy show for my friends now, aren’t you?” I whisper sweetly in your ears, smiling as you sob out your agreement. “Alright sissy girl, let’s go get you ready” I say, as I turn around to guide you back to the changing room. “Girls, we shall be right back for a nice sexy little show for you” I call out.
You follow, broken and humiliated, that swollen leaking pussy bobbing in the air, betraying you in the most painful of ways. Your red stained cheeks jiggle and bounce as you walk, your head hung in abject shame. You pad towards me, obediently, ready to be the sweet sissy girl I always knew you could be.
Make sure you check Ms. Becky’s Store for the Erotic Audios for Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3 to find out what happens to our sissy girl.
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oh oh oh I love it Ms Becky, from start l was getting wet, by the finish it was like niagara falls!!!! oh oh thank you so much
My pretty sissy girl, did you wet your crinkle panties for me reading this? Twirl for me!!!
I’m getting crazy… wow… it’s like a dream… wow amazing…
Glad you like it- XOXO!
Love this!!!
LOL, I knew you would. Cream puff, you and my Tati were the inspiration for this little fantasy. Kisses to you both!!!
“swollen leaking pussy bobbing in the air”
Isn’t that a clit, not a pussy, Ms B?
Oh, I often refer the genitals of a sissy as pussy- sometimes clarifying between their front pussies and their back pussies, lol. But yes, clitty works too.
Wow this is such a hot sexy post Ms Becky, thanks for posting it !! It had me sucking on my finger, mmmm so hot !! xoxos
You are most welcome… I am so glad you enjoyed. If you are interested in the conclusion, check out eroticaudios.com for parts 1 – 3!
Ms Becky! What a sexy humiliating and putting sissy in her place, I love you have audios that bring this story to life!
Thanks Ms Becky !!
Oh Ms. Becky, I know where I will be shopping for my panties from now on. Could good fortune smile down on me and make me your next ‘project’ at the panty store?
Sigh!
Dear Ms Becky, since underwear is the subject of this blog, I thought I’d take the opportunity to mention that I love those big black underpants which you wear in most (all?) of your pictures!
Mmmm, I love a high waisted vintage look. Thank you very much for the compliment and for swinging by!
Dear Ms Becky, you’re welcome, ma’am! Have a nice day!
You too! XO- Becky