Candi Day 1 ……reminiscing of my past adventures

Mistress Anya and I step off the plane and are greeted by my sissy slut Candi. S/he takes our suitcases and loads up the sleek black Dodge Charger. The engine roars as we are chauffeured to the local health food market. Mistress Anya and I peruse the aisles loading up the cart with grass fed steak, wild caught salmon, pasture-raised eggs, organic wine, an assortment of fresh vegetables, nuts, and olives. WE will be staying for 5 days. Candi, discreetly wearing a sexy bra and panty set, follows us pushing the cart. We check out and s/he puts the groceries in the car. The ride from the store to her house-turn-dungeon is filled with fun conversation peppered with Candi’s many thanks for our arrival and anticipation of the days that will follow.
Mistress Anya and I freshen up as Candi puts the groceries away. We make a quick turn around and head out to the best restaurant in the area. Things close a lot earlier here than we are used to in NY. Luckily I have found a suitable restaurant, I can be a real food snob!
Returning from our lovely dinner Mistress Anya and I unpack and add some of our personal “toys” including my favorite Eros Tek to the already large collection spread out and waiting for us. We start to go through the closet full of sexy lingerie. There are at least 50 nightgowns, teddies and chamises hanging neatly in a row as well as an assortment of bra and panty sets that would put Victoria’s Secret to shame. I spot the brand new custom made corset that I designed during my my previous visit. Candi Was so excited it finally arrived, She was worried she would not have a new outfit to show off to her Mistress and Mistresses friend. It’s striking. Hot pink and gold brocade, high-back, long waist, absolutely gorgeous. I am so excited to get Candi in it. But that will wait until tomorrow. My first day with Candi is always used to catch up and build the anticipation of the days to come.
Once unpacked we relax on the couch for a little while sipping the wine Candi has served us, not so discreetly discussing our intentions for Candi. One last thing before heading to our bedrooms for the night, we pick out Candi’s sleeping attire and bra and panties to put on when she wakes up in the morning. A black leopard print nighty for sleeping and a comfortable white cotton floral print bra and panty set for the morning.
We wake up in the morning knowing Candi has made her mistresses appointments at the spa. After coffee and breakfast we are chauffeured to the spa in town and dropped off for our massage, facial, manicure and pedicure. Four hours of pampering later I call Candi to pick us up. She arrives eager knowing her service has only just begun. She has been wearing her feminine clothes under her “man uniform” for 2 days straight and I know she is eager to shed the facade. We enjoy a light lunch made for the groceries we bought while I command Candi to the shower, shave everything freshly and make sure she is thoroughly cleaned out.
After lunch, Candi continues to preparing and I get the make-up case full of a huge assortment of eyeshadows, lipsticks, brushes, nail polish, mascara, foundation, powder, everything you could possibly want in every shade and color. I then pick out today’s outfit. I will be putting her in the brand-new corset. I pick a matching hot pink bra and panty set with a ruffle skirt, stockings and heels.
I am feeling so proud and so excited in this moment. I can’t wait to show Candi off to Mistress Anya. I have only recently introduced them. My 17 year relationship with Candi has been remarkable. To see the transformation, devotion, loyalty and service, it’s a marvel.
It all began after Candi had a life-threatening illness and finally decided to take the plunge to fulfill a life-long fantasy, a desire, one that had been with her since she was 12. Candi was reading an article in Playboy magazine detailing a woman who had put a man in her panties. This excited her, it sunk deep into her brain, it struck a chord that resonated deep inside her.
I wonder did this story touch on something that was already in Candi, a pre-existing need or desire? Or was it the story itself that left the impression, did the taboo nature of it excite her? It’s the classic “what came first” No one has the answer to this question but Candi knows this desire has been with her almost her entire life. Before contacting me Candi’s only other experience with trying to fulfill this was when one of her girlfriends allowed her to put on her panties. This happened only one time. After the girlfriend agreed she felt rather uncomfortable and it was never done again. Candi never broached the subject again after it’s uncomfortable outcome.
More than 20 years later after surviving what should have been a fatal health condition Candi decided to explore this deeply hidden desire and took the plunge to contact me. It is so interesting that it took almost dying before Candi was willing to seek out this part of herself. She confessed, many years later, that the first time she called she immediately hung up. She was so nervous about going there, confronting this part of herself, she could not talk. Thankfully she got up the courage and called back this time able to speak. People assume being submissive comes from a place of weakness. In fact it’s quite the opposite it takes guts to go there, to be honest with yourself, to seek out the different. Here we are 17 years later, I almost 42, the same age Candi was when she first called me and Candi will soon be celebrating her 60th birthday.
Candi comes out of the shower with her pink satin robe tied at the waist, black ballet slippers, long hair brushed back. She presents herself for total feminization, transformation, and slut service.
“Mistress I will do anything for you. Please let me please you. Please let me please your friend Mistress Anya. I will do anything she would like. I love being yours. Tell me how to please you.”
“Oh Candi you always do such a good job pleasing me. Today Mistress Anya and I want to make you our Moulin Rouge sissy slut slave. We want you completely feminized, dressed to the nines, dancing around like a sexy slut doll, toy and plaything. We want you to beg for our cocks. We want you to be desperate, eager, wanton. I want to show Mistress Anya what’s mine, what I have created. You are no longer a man you are what ever we want you to be. There are no labels, there are no boundaries, there is just surrender,servitude and desire.”
“Yes Mistress. Of course Mistress. Anything you want. I am yours to do with, make me what you want me to be.”
The transformation
Mistress Anya and I start with hair and makeup. Anya applies foundation and builds upon that. I start with her hair. After about an hour Candi has two long braids topped with pink bows and artistically done makeup. We then move onto her nails and toes, again splitting the tasks. Mistress Anya gives her sleek black toenails and I give her hot pink fingernails to match her corset. Candi loves all the attention, she feels so spoiled and connected to her Mistress.
We take Candi and secure her to the bed spread eagle, leaving her fingers and toes to dry. With Candi helplessly bound, I go to my bedroom and change putting on my soft pack cock in my strap on boy shorts and Mistress Anya puts on her leather strap on harness and cock under her black slip dress. You can see video of my look at (insert link)
Once her nails are dry we release Candi from the bondage and get her completely dressed. First pink panties and bra, then gorgeous brocade corset sinched VERY tight at the waist, giving her an hourglass shape, the ruffle skirt slipped over her black toes and around her tiny waist accentuating her hips, stockings and heels-now Candi is ready!
We send Candi into the kitchen to open a bottle of wine. Hearing the clicking of her heels as she walks across the tile floor is so pleasurable. Watching the ruffle skirt sway from side to side as she does her best to embody the feminine hip sway. She returns with two glasses held in her hands accented with her long pink nails. Mistress Anya turns on the music and we command Candi to start to dance for us as we sit with our legs spread, cocks exposed, wine in hand.
Candi, a bit shy and first, needs our direct commands to instruct and encourage her.
“I want to see those ruffles swinging move those hips side to side.”
“Entertain us. That’s your job. Please us. Touch yourself. You know we want you to be our slut”
” Bend over, stick out your ass, spank it. I want to see those pink nails spanking that ass as you grind it and moan for me.”
“Climb on top of the chair and pretend those pillows are a man and you’re giving him a lap dance. Rub your tits in his face, grind your pussy all over him, toss your hair around. ”
Candi is relaxing into it, she is letting go and just being in the moment. She is surrendering to her mistress.
“Now Come her and give me the a lap dance.”
Candi saunters over and turns around shaking her ruffled skirt over my lap grazing my packer cock. She bounces up and down before lowering herself all the way down and lightly grinding back and forth. I reach around grabbing and twisting her nipples through her bra. Mistress Anya calls out with encouragement to keep going. She begins to stroke her erect strap-on as she watches Candi dance.
I push Candi forward onto her knees and give her a smack on the ass and tell her to dance for Anya. She crawls towards her flipping her braids and begging.
“Please let me suck you cock. Please let me please you.”
“You are already pleasing me but I lone to make you suffer. You don’t get to suck anything….yet! You have to work harder.”
Candi stands up and starts to dance for Mistress Anya. I walk over and stand in front of her and as she is shaking and grinding over Mistresses strap-on. I stick my cock in her face. This is one of the many times Candi will be our slutty sandwich. I stand just far enough away that she can’t reach my cock. The begging ensues. I just laugh at her predicament.
I leave Candi and Anya to replace my soft pack cock for a nice hard veiny realistic dildo. I return grabbing and tugging on it. I show Candi my stroking and she continues pleading to suck.
“Not yet…You have to work harder. I want you even more desperate and out of your mind with desire for me my big hard cock”
“I am Mistress….P-L-E-A-S-E!!!!!”
Mistress Anya thrusts her hips up sending her cock right into Candi and propelling her forward. The surprising force of the thrust made her loose her balance in her heels. We both giggle as she composes herself and apologizes for her unlady-like fumble.
Now standing and composed in her heels again we start poking Candi with our hard cocks, circling her, driving her crazy. She wants to devour us, she wants to swallow us deep and suck hard. She gets no relief, we just laugh at her, taunting mercilessly.
“So Candi, you want to please me?”
“OK, OK, you have been good so far. Take those long pink nails and put them on my cock and begin to stroke me.”
“Ohhhh Thank you Mistress, thank you for letting me please you.”
She wraps her hand around my long hard cock and begins to work it up and down the shaft from base to head giving me a nice extra squeeze at the tip before she pushes down the shaft again.
“You have two hands, grab my balls slut.”
She does as told with eagerness. Mistress Anya stands behind her and starts to run her cock under Candi’s ruffle skirt.
“Grind your pussy into my cock as you stroke Mistress Natalie.”
“Yes Mistress. Thank you for directing me to please you. I’ll do anything for my Mistresses.”
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Mistress Anya takes a seat in the lounge chair after having her fill of poking under Candi’s skirt. She reclines back and watches Candi’s continuous stroking effort. I start to walk backwards towards the chair with Candi attached to me by the cock. No matter what direction I go left, right, making a circle around the chair she does not let go, she knows her instructions and won’t stop unless told.
I stopped at the side of the arm chair and command Candi to her knees. She immediately drops down to the floor. Mistress Anya is holding her glass of wine with elbow resting on the chair. I can’t help but notice that my cock is just inches away from her glass. Time for Candi to Get he mouth wet. I stick my cock in the glass and pull it out with droplets of wine rolling off the head.
“Lick my cock Candi”
She crawls a few inches forward and perches her ruffle skirt covered ass on the back of her high heels, pink long fingernails pressing into the floor as she tips her gloss pink lips up and her braids fallback. She opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue allowing the droplets of wine to slide down her tongue before she begins to press her lips into the tip of my cock.
” That’s a good girl. Mistress Natalie’s sissy slut on your knees just where you belong. You don’t have control of anything. You will be whoever and whatever I want. And right now you are my sissy. That’s right S I S S Y, slut slave.”
I love to call Candi my “sissy.” Candi never requested not to use the word sissy, it was never discussed a a hard limit but I could see it was a huge challenge when I would ask her to repeat that she was my “sissy slut slave.”
I realized this word, sissy, effected Candi deeply. Shortly after I started to incorporate it into our play it become very apparent there was some trigger when I would say this word. During post-play discussion it came to light that to Candi it was one of the worst things you could call someone. It was ingrained in her that being a sissy was horrible . It was the antithesis of what you should be, what you wanted to be. If you were called a sissy it would surely mean you would be ostracized from your male friends and have no chance of getting a girlfriend. It meant you were weak, feminine, gay, unmasculine. It embodied all the things a young boy was told not to be. It was to Candi, the worst offense.
When I first started dominating Candi I used the role reversal of putting her in panties, this was her fantasy, it was our start point. Over time things progressed. I continued with more intense feminization and pushed the theme of “slut” training. It was easy to make the connection of Candi’s sexual arousal and desire from being in women’s panties and expanding to slut training. I was still playing off the role reveal and power exchange now just adding the word “slut”. Rarely is slut used in reference to a man. Even if men act like “sluts” it is seen as positive and accepted and there is no deragatory word for it. We tend to use words like “stud” it’s only when women embody characteristics of owning their sexuality and wanting to satisfy their sexual needs does it become a negative.
Slut is generally a term for a woman or girl who is considered to have loose sexual morals or who is sexually promiscuous. It is usually used as an insult, sexual slur or offensive term of disparagement. Wikipedia
Using slut as a descriptor for Candi in panties while in service to me was a fun role reversal, power exchange and played off the excitement of her sexual desire. The excitement is enhanced by the taboo nature of both the act and the vocabulary. Candi became Slut Slave.
Many years later I had moved past Slut Slave Candi and pushed her feminization even further. I started to delve into the ultrafeminine sissy persona. Sissy Slut Slave.
Sissy (derived from sister, also sissy baby, sissy boy, sissy man, sissy pants, etc.) is a pejorative term for a boy or man who does not conform to “standard male” gender stereotypes. Generally, sissy implies a lack of courage, strength, athleticism, coordination, testosterone, male libido, and stoic calm, all of which have traditionally been associated with masculinity and considered important to the male role in Western society. A man might also be considered a sissy for being interested in traditionally feminine hobbies or employment (e.g., being fond of fashion), displaying effeminate behavior (e.g., using hair products or displaying limp wrists), being unathletic, or being homosexual.[1]
Sissy is, approximately, the male converse of tomboy (a girl with masculine traits or interests), but carries more strongly negative connotations. Research published in 2015 suggests that the terms are asymmetrical in their power to stigmatize: sissy is almost always pejorative and conveys greater severity, while tomboy rarely causes as much concern but also elicits pressure to conform to normative gender roles.[2] Applied to an individual, these terms become a form of social control, enforcing normative gender roles and often drawing on the unfounded link of gender nonconformity with homosexuality.[2]
Seeing this visceral reaction and distain for being called a sissy I needed to push Candi’s boundaries. WE have by this point build up a remarkable trust so I knew she would be able to handle it. I wanted to rewire her thought process around the word. I wanted to make her come to not just accept this persona but enjoy it. I wanted to make her uncomfortable in her service to me, make her work hard to let go of her stereotypes.
Today, I am so proud to know, Candi will gleefully shout “I am mistress Natalie’s sissy slut slave” with no hesitation. The word is no longer reminiscent of the negative stereotypes. Success 🙂
When I stop and think about these moments which are often fun and playful in mood, about the actual impact, the opening up of one’s mind, the debunking of stereotypes, the changes and perceptions, one can realize the gravity and power of this type of relationship and this type of work. It seems like all fun and games but there are some remarkable changes that can happen. Taking your quinticential guys guy, motorcycle riding, plane flying, deep sea diving, construction working, business executive guy and make him accept his panty wearing self and push his perceptions It’s a great thing.
“Yes Candi take it all. Take every last inch of my cock. I want to see my balls on your chin. Show Mistress Anya all your years of training. Show her how I thought you to be my best cock sucking slut.”
Candi uses her lips and tongue to devour my strap-on cock with all eyes on her. She is mine in this moment just a horny cock sucker shown off to make her Mistress proud. I thrust my hips forward and backward taking away Candi’s ability and making her succum to mine. I grab her by the pigtails and use them like reigns riding her face with my cock. She never backs away no matter how hard or fast my thrusts get, no matter how firmly I grab her pigtails she stays kneeling, mouth open, giving herself to me.
I pull both of her pigtails back with one hand and force her head over to Mistress Anya’s strap-on.
“We have a guest Candi, I expect you to he the hostess with the mistress, now suck!”
Candi eagerly shows her appreciation and skill devouring Mistress Anay’s cock. I watch her head bob up and down picking up speed and depth as the minutes tick by. Mistress Anya glances down, swirling her wine looking unimpressed despite the magnificent effort.
“You can do better than this Candi”
With a mouth full of cock Candi mumbles
“Yesth mistressth”
She goes faster and faster, sucking harder and harder, whole body vibrating with her efforts. She is breathing heavy and hard and moaning the whole time. Her breakneck speed does not slow down, she will not stop.
“NOW go slow, very slow and deep”
Candi complies eager for the slight reprive. After two long stokes Mistress Anya pulls her cock out of Candi’s vice gripped lips and slaps her on the cheek with her cock.
“That’s all you get for tonight slut, now get me more wine!”
Candi slowly gets up trying to compose her overworked body and sore knees, still managing her sexy hip sway as she saunters into the kitchen.
Mistress Anya and I smile big evil grins at each other. It has been a fabulous start to the trip.